Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 247 Weiwei: That year when I was eighteen, at the World Cup, I stood like a minion

The Football World Cup is certainly worth recalling, but for Mr. Granger, the upcoming Quidditch World Cup is what makes him most excited.

After all, even the President of the United States may not be invited to attend the Quidditch World Cup in the wizarding world.

Unless there is a magical child in their family.

As VIP guests in the box, the group showed a great sense of relaxation. In short, the main purpose was to relax. They dawdled until after lunch before finally setting off.

The carriage that was cast with the Traceless Extension Charm naturally caused Mr. Granger to be amazed, even though he had been shocked once before by the small Traceless Extension Charm on the car.

"If it can be used to sell cars, I'm afraid they will be sold out." Mr. Granger commented seriously.

This is true. If a small car can be transformed using the Traceless Stretching Charm - it doesn't have to be too big, even if it can be transformed into the size of a motorhome, it will be enough to sell out and you can count the money until your hands cramp.

"But it's a pity, Askin." Mr. Weasley said with regret: "The Ministry of Magic does not allow us to modify cars. If it were allowed, it might be a good source of income."

"How can you say it's good?" Mr. Granger reached out and stroked the leather seat. "I'm sure it will sell out. Even the British royal family will receive orders one after another. The Muggle world will go crazy for it!"

It seemed that Mr. Granger really wanted to do this business, even Ron could see it.

"I think so," said the Weasley twins in their barely audible voices. "If our little gadget could be sold to the Muggle world, it would take us by storm - we'd be the most popular people in the world!"

Of course, the Weasley twins' focus is not on making money, but on becoming a world-famous figure.

After all, who can resist being the eternal king in the hearts of children?

They were determined not to let Mrs. Weasley hear this, otherwise they would be scolded and their orders would be confiscated.

And all the tools used to commit the crime.

"Children." Mr. Weasley sat down, turned around in his chair and said, "What do you plan to eat in the evening? There are many snack stalls in the World Cup venue. You can choose by yourself when the time comes. Just tell me what you want to eat, and I will give you money..."

"Long live Dad!" Ron was the first to raise his right hand, forty-five degrees upward.

I learned this word from TV, when I was watching TV at Hermione's house.

As the saying goes, it is not easy to learn good things, but it is easy to learn bad things. Ron is in this situation to some extent.

"That's not a good gesture, Ron." Mr. Granger turned around and said, "At least don't use it in the Muggle world, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble."

"Why?" Ron's eyes revealed clear stupidity.

"Don't ask why!" Hermione growled, "There is no reason, just do it!"

Harry, who was sitting in the last row, laughed grimly. He turned around and waved to Cassandra beside him.

Cassandra didn't understand what he meant and looked at him in confusion.

"Come here," Harry whispered.

Cassandra leaned her head over, and Harry whispered in her ear, "I have reason to suspect that when they kiss in the future, Hermione will instruct Ron to do this or that. Ron will ask why, and Hermione will scold him, 'Don't ask why.'"

Hearing Harry's naughty arrangement, Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle.

Then he reached out and gently tapped Harry's thigh.

"You are so mean." She rolled her eyes at Harry.

Harry snorted and put his hand on Cassandra's thigh very naturally.

Today, Cassandra wore a long skirt and a small cardigan. According to the orthodox principles of matching, her outfit was extremely weird.

but……

Don't ask random questions in this world of weird numbers. Just because someone is good-looking, they can do whatever they want. Even if you wear a sack on your body, people will suspect whether it is a high-end product.

However, given Cassandra's identity, she wouldn't just wear a sack casually.

After spending more than two hours in the carriage, the altitude gradually decreased, and finally it came to a stop on the ground.

"We're here, kids," Sirius said to everyone who was still eager to see more.

Harry stood up and followed the people in front of him out of the carriage.

The place they had come to was a vast, desolate, misty swamp, and before them stood two weary, sullen-looking wizards, one of whom held a large golden watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

Both of them were dressed like Muggles, but they looked a little exposed: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit on his upper body and a pair of thigh-high rubber boots underneath; his colleague wore a Scottish-style kilt worn by Scottish Highland men and a South American cloak.

Fortunately, they didn't wear the wrong clothes.

Harry stood back and did not listen to what Mr. Weasley was talking to them about.

He just looked around, the place looked so desolate.

"So, we're going to hold the World Cup here?" Fred asked George, resting his hands on the pergola without turning his head. "Sometimes I really doubt whether the Ministry of Magic is reliable. Hey, Percy, what are you going to use to entertain international friends? You bastard!"

"If this continues, the British wizarding world will become the laughing stock of the world!" George joined in the fun and made a noise.

Percy's face looked unhappy. He obviously regarded himself as a senior official of the Ministry of Magic and had a strong sense of ownership.

"Don't talk nonsense!" He said with a livid face, "This is just to confuse Muggles - you don't even need to think about it, how could the Ministry of Magic use this barren land as a Quidditch match field?"

"Indeed." Ron was a typical example of someone who likes to watch the fun. "I support Percy on this point. I don't think Fudge would be so confused, or that Crouch would be so confused... Of course, this is inevitable. After all, Mr. Crouch is so old. Maybe he has Alzheimer's disease?"

Hearing Ron hanging his idol, Percy was obviously furious.

"Shut up!" Percy shouted angrily, "I won't let you say that about Mr. Crouch - do you know how much effort he has put in to host this Quidditch World Cup for so long?"

"Yeah!" Ron and the twins nodded in agreement with Percy. "Yes, Mr. Crouch is the best. He is the best - is that what you want us to say?"

Percy was so angry that his face turned pale and blue. He pointed at his three unlucky brothers and couldn't say a word for a long time. "Okay." Mr. Weasley stepped forward at the right time and said to them, "Stop quarreling meaninglessly. You are grown-up children now and shouldn't do these childish things - especially you two, Fred and George, you - well, there may be some truth in what you said, but we should set off now."

"Departure?" The twins turned around at the same time, looking around and asked: "Departure for what? Departure for what? Where are we going?"

"Of course we're going to the World Cup venue." Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "You don't really think that the World Cup final will be held in this wasteland? That's ridiculous - even if Fudge wants to do this, all the wizards in the UK will not agree. It's really damaging to our image."

Hearing his father say this, Percy raised his chin demonstratively and looked proudly at his three stupid brothers.

They followed Mr. Weasley across the deserted moor.

If they didn't have the magic to find their way, they might have fallen into the mud.

"Why don't we take a carriage and go directly to our destination?" Ron asked breathlessly.

"Because if we ride in a carriage we will be too conspicuous. After all, there are Muggles here." Mr. Weasley had to explain to the child.

After about twenty minutes of walking, they came to a door, then a small stone house, and behind it Harry could just make out hundreds of odd-shaped tents, which sloped up the gentle slope of a large field that stretched toward a dark forest on the horizon.

When they walked to the door, there was a Muggle standing at the door looking at the tents in the woods, seeming to be very curious about such a lively scene.

This Muggle is too conspicuous. After all, no wizard would wear such authentic Muggle clothing unless there are Muggles in the family.

But obviously, if it was a wizard, he wouldn't be staring at that place.

Mr. Weasley ignored him and continued walking forward until he came to a camp of luxurious tents. He approached a wizard who seemed to be a staff member standing at the edge of the camp and began to greet him.

Harry and the others stood at the back until Mr. Weasley greeted the wizard and then led everyone to a magnificent-looking tent.

The tents are ready-made. As a VIP guest in the box, you don’t even need to bring your own tent, let alone set it up yourself. They will prepare everything for you.

"This is our tent, children." Mr. Weasley said happily, "We will spend two days here - of course, the World Cup will be held the day after tomorrow, which means that we can stay here for at least two nights. What do you want to say?"

"Yes." Fred raised his hand and said, "So can we choose our own room?"

"Go ahead." Mr. Weasley waved his hand and said indifferently, "Go find it yourself. Remember to go out for dinner later - I mean go out for dinner. No one will cook for you here!"

"Okay, Dad!" the children said in unison, walked to Mr. Weasley, and each received a few gold Galleons.

"What shall we have for dinner?" Harry turned to Cassandra.

"Anything is fine." Cassandra nodded.

"Then let's..."

Before he could finish his words, Harry was stopped by Sirius and Mr. Weasley.

"Harry." The two men walked up to Harry and said to him, "You need to come with us. This Quidditch World Cup is a global event. You should know this - so officials from the Ministry of Magic of many countries have come here."

"Yes, I know." Harry was a little confused, not knowing why they asked him this question.

What else can I do to them? You must be kidding. I am Harry Potter, not Voldemort...

"Okay." Sirius patted Harry's shoulder and said to him, "Someone from the Ministry of Magic just came and told me that they want to invite you over. They said that the Austrian Minister of Magic wants to meet you."

The Austrian Minister of Magic? Wants to see me?

Harry was completely confused. The Austrian Minister of Magic has always been a mystery. Everyone knew that the candidate had been replaced, but no one knew who this person was.

Why did this person come to me? Do I know him?
Thinking of this, Harry asked the question directly.

"The Austrian Minister of Magic? Do I know him?"

But Cassandra next to him became alert.

Austrian Minister of Magic?

Could it be... that evil woman Grindelwald?
Although it was a bit far-fetched for a newly graduated student to become the Minister of Magic, Cassandra would not be surprised at all if it happened to her.

What if it really is her?
"What's wrong with you?" Harry noticed that something was wrong with Cassandra and asked with concern.

"Nothing." Cassandra shook her head and said to Harry, "Perhaps - well, you might actually know this person."

"Really?" Sirius' eyes lit up: "Harry, I didn't know when you had such connections - no wonder that person wanted to meet you so much..."

"No, I think the Austrian Minister of Magic should be that guy Grindelwald!" Cassandra said firmly, and her expression clearly showed that there was only one truth.

When everyone heard Cassandra's guess, they were stunned at first, and then they all laughed out loud.

"How is it possible?" Harry held Cassandra's shoulders breathlessly. "Vivi just graduated. How could she become the Minister of Magic of Austria? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Mr. Weasley did not laugh, but smiled and said, "You guessed wrong, Miss Malfoy - the Austrian Minister of Magic is a respectable old lady, at least that's what old Barty told me - well, let's pack up now and get ready to go."

They left the tent together and walked towards the center of the venue.

The center was an extremely gorgeous tent. Harry followed Mr. Weasley into the tent. There were two wizards standing guard at the door.

After verifying their identities, Harry and his friends followed the leading wizard and arrived at the door of a room inside.

On the door was written "Austrian Ministry of Magic".

There was a knock on the door and the person inside said, "Come in."

Harry opened the door and looked up. The person sitting behind the desk was indeed someone he knew.

Isn't this Ms. Vida Rozier?
And behind her stood a figure that Harry was familiar with.

It was Vivi. She was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and holding a document in her arms. After noticing Harry's gaze, she quietly stretched out her hand and waved at him.

(End of this chapter)