Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

"Look who this is, my dear Mr. Counselor, I haven't seen him for a while."

Two groups of people met.

When Bock saw Yang An, he stopped talking to Fudge, walked forward enthusiastically, and opened his arms exaggeratedly. In his left hand, he held an exquisite short staff inlaid with various precious gems.

Of course, the most precious thing is the magic circle pattern carved by Yang An himself. He doesn't want his "white gloves" to die in a conspiracy.

This person finds it quite comfortable to use.

"Mr. Bock, it's nice to meet you. I hope everything is well with you." Yang An said with a smile.

The two hugged.

Old Burke raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, with a dignified look on his face. He held his cane and nodded to the curious Penelope and Hermione beside him, squinting his eyes.

"Which of these two beautiful ladies is your girlfriend?"

"He's my classmate." Yang An corrected, turning around to introduce him to Penelope and Hermione.

"This is my boss, Mr. Caractacus Burke, the head of the Birmingham Company."

Penelope's eyes lit up. She still remembered her work and smiled generously, "Hello, Mr. Bock."

Hermione also greeted stiffly.

While the three of them were chatting.

Fudge and the others noticed this scene and were a little surprised. Lord Burke, who was almost the richest man in the British wizarding world, actually took the initiative to talk to a young man?

They all cast curious glances at him.

"Those Bulgarians are really troublesome. They are deliberately teasing Fudge." Bok pulled Yang An's arm and whispered, making faces that made him look more friendly.

Yang An looked in the direction he was looking and saw the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was wearing a dark purple robe, talking to Fudge in gibberish.

From Fudge's embarrassed expression and the handkerchief he used to wipe his sweat, it was clear that he needed the help of an interpreter.

"I think the company can develop a business, for example, providing translation services for the International Affairs Department?" Yang An joked.

Bock was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a light in his eyes, "Why didn't I think of this?"

Yang An: “.”

Seeing Fudge and others coming over, Yang An kept some distance.

"Thank you for the tickets, Mr. Boker."

He looked like he respected Bock very much.

"Mr. Burke, who is this young man?"

Just then, Fudge came over with a group of distinguished guests. He looked Yang An up and down. Seeing that Yang An had an extraordinary temperament and handsome appearance, his eyes lit up and he smiled.

"This is Mr. Ann Young, a senior consultant of our Birmingham company. Even though he is still studying at Hogwarts, he has helped me a lot and provided me with many excellent ideas. He is a talented and gifted young man."

Bock patted Yang An on the shoulder and praised, "I treat him as my nephew."

Hearing this, Fudge became noticeably more enthusiastic and his smile widened.

"This is the Minister of Magic, Mr. Fudge," Burke introduced to Yang An.

"Minister, I'm looking forward to meeting you." Yang An showed an impeccable smile, bowed slightly, stretched out his hand and greeted softly.

Fudge obviously enjoyed this little flattery, especially when he learned that Bock was optimistic about Yang An.

Moreover, the young man in front of him turned out to be a senior consultant of a Birmingham company, so he immediately smiled.

"I also admire outstanding young people like you. If you want, you can write to me. I am happy to chat with young people and give you advice as an elder, if you don't mind me."

As he spoke, Fudge winked at Yang An, then turned to the curious Bulgarians and introduced Yang An with great effort.

Yang An made eye contact with Boke.

Fudge specifically asked Bock to come and help hold the scene. After all, the Birmingham company's business now spreads across Europe and it is a veritable multinational enterprise.

Fudge's friendly and amiable appearance also caught Harry's attention, and he was extremely surprised.

Ginny on the side whispered, "That Yang actually knows the Minister? Oh my God."

Harry noticed that Lucius' family quietly left.

Just now they came in and had some conflicts with Mr. Weasley, and now they left in disgrace. Although Harry didn't know the reason, he felt very relieved.

Taking this opportunity, Harry hesitated and came to Hermione, "Hermione, your wand is wrong. I want to tell you that I'm sorry."

Hermione took the wand from Harry with a calm expression, "It's okay. It has nothing to do with you Harry."

But the more Hermione acted like this, the more uncomfortable Harry felt. "Hermione, why don't you come back? Mr. Weasley said he would hold a party for you."

"no need."

Hermione refused flatly, "I'd rather go home."

After that Hermione sighed, "Maybe I'll recover when school starts, but for now, I'm sorry Harry."

Harry nodded, he could understand.

But Harry didn't know that Hermione was drifting away from the two of them. After all, after witnessing Yang An's style, looking at Harry and Ron, they seemed a little too childish.

Although Hermione didn't say it, she came to this conclusion after a brief comparison in her mind.

So it was difficult for her to return to her previous relationship with Harry and Ron.

Once cracks appear, they will leave traces even if they heal.

Can't make up for it.

It was already late at night after the game.

Yang An, Hermione and Penelope returned to the camp, preparing to rest for another night before leaving tomorrow.

"I have to go out for something."

Yang An said to Hermione and Penelope who were chatting.

"Go out? Where to?" Penelope asked curiously.

"Something's up. By the way, if anything happens at night, Hermione, remember to activate the ring, and don't forget to bring Penelope."

After hearing Yang's instructions, Hermione's enthusiasm turned into a bit of trepidation, "What happened Yang? What happened?"

"I'm not sure, but there might be some minor trouble." Yang An smiled and comforted the two, "It's okay, you will be safe."

Seeing that they couldn't get anything out of him, Hermione and Penelope had to give up, "Well, Yang, go quickly and come back soon. Be careful."

"rest assured."

After Yang An left, Hermione couldn't sit still. She looked at Penelope and said, "Are we just going to watch Yang leave alone?"

"I think it's better to follow his instructions."

Unexpectedly, Penelope spoke quietly, and Hermione was a little surprised.

"Yang is a mysterious and attractive man. He has too many secrets, but I don't want to know them all. Being with him is enough." Penelope said surprisingly with a peaceful smile on her face. "Why ask too many questions? Men are charming only when they have secrets, right?"

Hermione didn't quite understand, but she finally sat down. "Can you tell me how you and Yang met and got together?" "Of course."

Leave Hermione's tent.

Yang An hesitated for a moment, cast another circle of protective magic on the tent, and then disappeared from the spot.

When meeting with Bock just now, Yang An noticed a timid house-elf who came out of their box last.

It lowered its head and remained silent, hiding in the corner, and no one cared about it.

It should be so.

But Yang An is an exception. Now he is going to find this house-elf.

The more luxurious Camp C.

Compared to the bustle and celebration in the ordinary camps, this side is very quiet. On the roadside, you can see some well-dressed people communicating and chatting with people around them.

"I made a lot of money from this competition. If only one-third of the foreign wizards went to Diagon Alley, it would be enough to make me a lot of money."

"Of course, this is nothing compared to you, Mr. Greengrass. I have always wanted to communicate with a true pure-blood noble. It is my honor to chat with you and your wife."

A luxury tent with a sign bearing Crouch's surname.

Silently, the door curtain opened slightly, but the protective magic on it did not sound an alarm.

As the door curtain fell.

The last trace of noise outside disappeared completely, and silence followed.

The space inside the tent is naturally much larger than outside and is luxuriously decorated, but it only has one floor, with about six or seven rooms on the left and right, and side halls on both sides.

Yang An remained invisible, floating in the air, and moved silently towards the only room with light.

Suddenly, there was a strange banging sound, which was very creepy in the quiet house.

Inside a half-open door in the corridor.

The source of the strange sound finally appeared.

I saw a short house-elf with wrinkled grey skin banging his head against a copper bottle, very hard, and soon his forehead became red and swollen.

Yang An looked around and found the house in a mess. There were broken vases lying on the floor, and no one was in the paintings on the wall. The paintings were hanging here and there or had fallen to the floor.

Something seems to be wrong.

At least he didn't see the person who was supposed to be here.

"Damn it, oh my god, what will the master do if he knows about this."

The house-elf on the ground was still whimpering, with a big gash on its face, from which blood was still oozing, but it ignored the horrific wound on its face.

"do not Cry."

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the ears of the house-elf. It shivered, raised its head blankly and looked around, but saw no one.

The next second, a spell suddenly hit the house-elf. Its body trembled, and its originally bright eyes gradually became confused.

Yang An's figure then slowly appeared in the room like rippling water.

Looking at the house elf Winky standing in front of him, he quickly asked, "Where's Barty Crouch Jr."

"Master, Master, no, he can't say."

The house-elf Shining showed some resistance and nervousness on her face, and her little will actually wanted to confront Yang An.

It can only be said that wizards still underestimated the goblins. Although house-elves have been enslaved by wizards for hundreds of years and their slave nature has been deeply rooted, they have excellent magical talents and their own race's innate magic.

When wizards completely let down their guard against goblins and house-elves, it will probably be the time for the next war between wizards and goblins.

Yang An increased his magic output.

"I want to help you wink, tell me, where is Barty Crouch Jr.?"

After Shanshan's expression changed several times, she finally broke down. Her voice was painful, her face was full of fear and panic, and she shouted.

"Master, Master, he ran away! Oh my God!!!"

After saying that, Shanshan habitually picked up the brass bottle and smashed it hard on his head. He showed no intention of stopping even after the blood and flesh were blurred.

"The master trusts Shanshan so much that he finally agreed to let Shanshan take the young master out for a walk. The young master has been locked up for too long, but..."

Shanshan cried bitterly and said incoherently, "But. The young master ran away!"

"How did he escape?"

Facing Shanshan who was crying, Yang An's questioning seemed a bit inhumane. He was not affected by Shanshan.

Winky didn't say anything, but was still sobbing, worried about how her master, Mr. Crouch, would punish her if he knew about this. Maybe it would be clothes!
Yang An had no choice but to forcefully search Shanshan's memory.

Soon, flashes of memory flashed through Yang An's eyes.

From leaving the Quidditch match venue to Crouch Jr.'s sudden attack, he was a middle-aged man with unshaven beard and messy blond hair.

The dark circles under the eyes are a bit scary.

There was a glimmer of madness in the other person's eyes, and he raised his wand fiercely to face the panicked and shocked house-elf.

"It pierces my heart! It pierces my heart!"

Two consecutive spells hit the thin and pitiful house-elf Winky, leaving a horrible scar on her face.

The crazy man stared at the house-elf who was rolling at his feet, screaming and begging, but he had no mercy at all. Instead, there was a flash of cruel pleasure in his eyes.

The man stopped only after torturing the house-elf almost to death.

But he didn't intend to let Shanshan go.

He pulled the house-elf, who had completely lost the ability to resist and was like a puddle of mud, up from the ground and spoke in a distorted and hoarse voice.

"Go tell my father that this matter is not over yet. I will come back and repay him well!!!"

After saying this, the man threw the house-elf to the ground and left without looking back.

Only the unconscious house-elf was left. It took him half a day to wake up. He didn't know what to do, so he had to punish himself.

After watching the whole process, Yang An was deeply impressed by the ferocious-looking blond man. It seemed that this madman-like guy was Barty Crouch Jr.

"I didn't expect to be a step late." Yang An narrowed his eyes, a little confused, because he had just confirmed that Harry Potter's wand was not lost.

Where did Barty Crouch Jr. steal the wand?
Yang An came to watch the Quidditch World Cup just for this little Barty.

In the original book, he is Voldemort's most loyal subordinate and also a complete madman. It is because of him that Voldemort can successfully obtain Harry Potter's blood and complete his resurrection.

And if he could control Barty Crouch Jr., he would undoubtedly know the exact time of Voldemort's resurrection. This was quite tempting for Yang An, and he could even do something when Voldemort was resurrected.

It shouldn't be far.

Yang An made a quick judgment. At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the tent and someone's screams could be heard faintly.

Yang An erased the house-elf's memory of his appearance before leaving the tent.

No matter what, Barty Crouch Jr. can't be let go!
(End of this chapter)