A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“I’m not interested in this kind of competition; I just need to learn about it,” Adrian said meaningfully. “You don’t need to understand it yet. Just answer me whether you’re going or not.”

“I’ll go.” Leon immediately agreed. He couldn’t refuse his older sister’s invitation, and he also happened to be planning to go see the biggest event in the magical world this year.

The siblings exchanged a glance and simultaneously turned their gaze to Aaron.

"I'll go, isn't it okay for me to go?"

The two men smiled and said, "You're smart to know what's good for you."

“There’s one more thing,” Genes suddenly remembered something. “We might not need to worry at Gaius Castle, but since we’re going on a long trip, shouldn’t we also notify the Darwin and Klein family’s guards?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Adrian said. “Unless it’s a forbidden area, I have the right to travel independently.”

“I don’t need it either,” Leon said sheepishly. “My sister still needs protection, so let’s leave the guards to her!”

“Young Master Lyon, this is against the rules.”

"I'll follow you around and make sure I'm within your sight, okay?" Leon said dejectedly. "Just don't tell them, I'll stick to them like glue."

Those who knew us would think we were going to watch a game; those who didn't would think we were going to get into a brawl!

"Ah this..."

"Uncle Genes, please tell my men not to follow us either," Aaron said immediately. "It's just watching a game, what danger could there be?"

Genes' lips twitched slightly, but he still reluctantly agreed to the request.

After all, the young master has already proven his strength; he would be considered an elite Auror even within the Ministry of Magic.

"Tsk!" Adrian looked at Aaron with some confusion. "I can understand why Lyon's guards haven't been dismissed yet, after all, the work he has to do is somewhat dangerous."

But you're quite strong, and you're just an ordinary student normally, so why do you have a guard team protecting you?

Aaron gritted his teeth. "When you're in the martial world, you're not in control of your own destiny."

The promises someone made were all lies to a child, but I foolishly chose to believe them.

“Young Master, please don’t wrongly accuse me,” Genes explained. “It’s because you like to run away from home, and every time it’s a mistake on your part as a guard. One time you work overtime for a year, two times for two years, three times…”

"There won't be a third time, I promise."

"You ran twice?" Leon looked at Aaron in astonishment. "How did you do that?"

"Luck, it's purely luck."

"Uh... it's fine if you just brush me off, but our sister is still here. Are you sure you want to treat her like this?"

“Well, besides luck, there’s also skill.” Aaron put on a mysterious air. “Of course, the most indispensable thing is brains.”

“I’ll give you one more chance to rephrase your words,” Adrian sneered.

Aaron shuddered and said with an awkward laugh, "Luck, strength, and intelligence are indeed important, but the most important things are the funds for escaping and a highly mobile mount."

Adrian realized what was happening and looked at Abe, whom he was holding. "Looks like this little guy is quite remarkable."

"Should I get a magical creature too?" Leon said thoughtfully.

"Didn't you raise a bunch of Pegasus horses? Isn't that enough?" Aaron said speechlessly.

"I mean something like Abe's...battle pet."

“I suggest you choose Zou Wu,” Adrian said with a smile. “It does meet your requirements.”

Leon frowned slightly and turned to look at Abbe. "That works, but it'll probably take a lot of time. I'll also need to learn the language of a mythical beast."

......

the next day.

After having breakfast early, Aaron and the other two changed into clean and simple ordinary clothes.

"Check everything you need to bring, don't leave anything at home," Adrian reminded them.

“I don’t need it.” Leon shrugged. There were only a few books in his backpack, and he couldn’t be bothered to check them.

Aaron, feeling rather annoyed, weighed his backpack, which had been enchanted with a tethering spell. It contained everything he needed, including food, water, currency, and spellbooks.

Abe used to carry all these things, but now that Abe is in his older sister's arms, he feels embarrassed to put them in her pocket.

"Young Master, are you ready?" Genes asked as he walked over.

“No.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “Do we really have to use the Portkey? Can’t we just use Apparition?”

"It's not impossible, but the venue is estimated to have more than 100,000 wizards. In addition, it's uncertain whether there will be Muggles, so the location for Apparition needs to be arranged in advance."

Besides, teleportation carries some risks, and we're not in a hurry, so there's no need to travel this way.

"Alright!" Aaron nodded helplessly. "Where's the door key?"

“Here it is.” Genes pulled out a red Quaffle. “Quidditch World Cup special edition door key. Ten minutes until the deadline.”

"Ten minutes..." Aaron frowned slightly, then looked at Adrian, "Sis, there's still time. Could you please put on a mask?"

"Why?" Adrian asked, somewhat annoyed. "I'm not so ugly that I can't be seen in public, am I?"

"No, no, no, sister, you've misunderstood."

"On the contrary, Aaron thinks you're too beautiful," Leon chimed in. "If you get to the arena, all the wizards will be too busy looking at you to care about the competition!"

"It's not that exaggerated." Adrian tossed her hair a little shyly, a faint blush rising on her beautiful face, making her even more charming and attractive.

“It’s that exaggerated,” Aaron said seriously.

Lyon nodded in deep agreement. Their eldest sister was a bit too well-developed. There were at least 100,000 wizards in the Quidditch World Cup, a mixed bag. What if some clueless person came up and harassed her?

If the eldest sister is in a good mood, she'll probably cripple him, but if she's in a bad mood, even leaving him with a whole body is a pipe dream.

In the end, they will be the ones cleaning up the mess, and they will also smoothly pass the burden to others, such as a certain housekeeper.

Genes also connected this to Aaron and Lyon's attitudes, and his face twitched involuntarily.

Taking care of one young master is tiring enough; with two more, it's no wonder he's so worried.

“Alright, I’ll give you two some face this time,” Adrian said with a smile. “Uncle Genes, could you prepare a mask for me? Just enough to cover the upper half of my face.”

“No problem.” Genes immediately took out his wand, chanted a spell, and a row of masks flew down from upstairs and were neatly arranged on the table.

Adrian casually picked up one of the pairs, lightly tapped it with his index finger to erase all the colorful patterns on it, and then put it on his face, sealing away most of his stunning good looks.

Phew! ×3.

The three of them, including Genes, breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon the time was up, and the four of them placed their hands on the Quake Ball. Immediately afterward, the world spun around them, and everything went gray and blurry, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

When they opened their eyes, they saw a gray swamp.

"5:30, from Gaius Castle."

A steady voice rang out, and turning around, one saw a middle-aged man in a suit and tie.

“Mr. Genes, the minister asked me to wait for you here.” The middle-aged man smiled and took the Quaffle from Genes’s hand. “To show his respect for you, he asked me to set up a separate reception area.”

Do you need directions?

"No, thank you. Just tell us the direction of the camp."

“Okay,” the middle-aged man said with some regret, then pointed to a wooden plank road in the mist, “follow this road for about two hundred meters and you will see the camp.”

The manager is a Muggle, Roberts. Your tent was booked yesterday.

Also, Roberts is unaware that the Quidditch World Cup is being held here, so avoid using magic in front of him if possible.

"no problem."

After understanding the situation, Genes led Aaron and the other two onto the path.

In less than ten minutes, the four of them saw a stone house, behind which was a large open area with hundreds of tents stretching to the edge of the distant forest.

"Hello, are you Mr. Roberts?"

“Yes, who are you?” asked Roberts, the Muggle administrator.

"Genes, we booked a tent yesterday."

"One tent?" Aaron opened his mouth in astonishment. "There are four of us here, including a girl. Is it really appropriate for us to share one tent?"

“Perfect,” Genes said nonchalantly. “This way, you’ll all be within my sight.”

Aaron was speechless. After all, Adrian and Leon's guards were not present, and Genes could not afford to take responsibility if something went wrong.

“Um… Mr. Genes, your tent is in the center of the field, and your name is on it.”

If there are no problems, could I pay first?

Genes took a wallet from his pocket and took out fifty pounds. "This should be enough."

“That’s enough, that’s enough.” Roberts put the money away and said with a slightly relaxed tone, “I thought everyone who came here was a foreigner. Before you, there were many people who couldn’t even tell the difference between money and cash. They all dressed very strangely and preferred to pay with gold coins.”

"Don't worry about it, there are always some people with special quirks."

“But there were just too many of them, never so many before,” Roberts said. “Having a local I could communicate with would make things much easier for me in this situation.”

"We don't care about that. Can we go over now?"

“Of course.” Roberts handed the camp map to Genes, then gestured for him to come in.

Chapter 339 The Wizard's Tent, Your Friend is Interesting

As they passed through the camp gate, Leon glanced back at Roberts with a hint of sympathy. "Guess how many times this Muggle's memories have been altered?"

“It’s hard to say right now,” Adrian calmly analyzed. “But after the Quidditch World Cup ends, he will probably have his memories erased at least a hundred times.”

“It’s a bit of a waste of time for Muggles to meddle in wizarding affairs,” Aaron chuckled. “But he’s not losing out either; the ticket revenue alone is enough to cover his expenses for several months.”

The four of them made their way through the misty grounds toward the center, where all sorts of bizarre tents refreshed their understanding of the world.

Some tents were set up like palaces, some like corner towers, and the most extravagant one even had its own garden; if you didn't know better, you'd think the person had moved their entire house there.

“It’s always like this,” Leon scoffed. “No Muggle would set up such an extravagant tent. Mr. Roberts’s memory has probably been erased at least twice as many times.”

“We’ve arrived.” Genes pointed to an unremarkable blue tent in the center of the field and immediately led the three inside.

Like other tents, this one was also enchanted with a seamless stretching spell, making its interior space comparable to a villa.

Genes' room was on the first floor, while Aaron, Leon, and Adrian were assigned to the second floor.