From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It's so lively."

As the audience gradually entered the room, the sound in the box became more and more noisy.

William didn't resent it though - after spending time in Azkaban, no one liked the lifeless quiet.

"Hello, Professor."

Harry, Sirius and the other four came up with the Weasley family and occupied most of the top-level box. This made William curious - forget about Sirius, where did the Weasley family come from so many extra rooms? How about a private room like this?

Out of curiosity, he didn't ask anything. After greeting them, William and Lupine sat together. The students hid in the back row and didn't dare to come forward. They even quietly moved themselves to the other side of the box.

Some people choose who will sit with the professor...

Ron squeezed into the innermost position near the elf, followed by Harry, Hermione and Ginny, the twins reluctantly sitting next to them.

"I can almost hear what the professors are saying...Ron, can't you go a little further in?"

Fred spoke in his tiniest voice, but unfortunately, he and Ron didn't have that good of a rapport - Ron didn't even realize he was speaking.

The three of them hadn't seen each other during the summer vacation. There was so much they wanted to say, but Fred and George couldn't express their demands out loud.

The professor is still sitting in front and wants to squeeze in over there. What is he trying to do?

William didn't pay attention to the two people's actions. He and Luping hadn't seen each other for the whole summer. At this moment, they were just chatting about the OWLs exam last semester.

Just when they were talking about the issue of grade allocation in the new year, the most important person in the box appeared - Cornelius Fudge came to the box with a bunch of Ministry of Magic staff and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic. within.

"Ah! This is Harry - Harry Potter," Fudge said, using his hands and feet in an unsuitable manner, as if he was explaining something to someone who didn't know anything. "You should know... that The boy who escaped from the mysterious man...you should know who he is, right?"

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic babbled a long string of words that William didn't know, and excitedly pointed at the scar on Harry's forehead with his hand - this made William suddenly have serious doubts about the reliability of the Ministry of Magic. .

No... Such a grand game, such a grand welcome ceremony, such a high-level meeting - where is the translation?

Even if it wasn't a formal meeting between the two countries' ministries of magic, two ministerial-level people didn't even bring an interpreter when they met?

Is this because they are afraid of leaking secrets or are they simply not considering the language barrier?

But Fudge was still there, chatting with Harry very proudly and tiredly, "I know I can always make him understand something - I'm not very good at languages... Barty Crouch is better at this, But he's not here now, oh, his house elf has taken a place for him..."

So your Ministry of Magic only has one translator?

Wait a minute - William suddenly thought of something. Mr. Barty Crouch seems to be the Director of the Ministry of Magic...

So, you really are not prepared to translate this position?

"That guy Barty is so thoughtful, otherwise all the best positions would have been taken by Bulgaria...Ah, Arthur!"

He shook hands with Mr. Weasley and began to praise the Weasley children.

While he was talking, he saw Lupine again - this made Fudge a little stunned, but his face didn't look strange at all, and his expression even became more enthusiastic.

"Look at our former legendary beater, now being snatched away by Dumbledore to become a professor!"

He explained with gestures to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic - "He is very good! A great hitter! The pride of our Ministry of Magic!"

"And our Professor William!"

He introduced William smoothly, with the same exaggerated tone and language. After shaking hands with him, he asked the minister to shake hands with William - William noticed that the other party looked at him a little strangely, as if... he seemed to be able to hear. It seems that I understand Fudge’s explanation...

‘It’s fake...Why does the Ministry of Magic and the administrative work of the Ministry of Magic look like a joke? ’

William couldn't help but suspect that he was too suspicious and had misunderstood something - it was too outrageous for such a thing to happen in diplomacy.

Just when he was trying to convince himself to trust the Ministry of Magic, three more people came in.

"Lucius!"

Fudge greeted him warmly.

Sirius rolled his eyes, then leaned over to Lupine, and whispered to William and Lupine, "The Malfoy family donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies. Got top box tickets.”

The affairs of pure-blood families are really no secret among themselves...

After saying this, William immediately understood - every position in this box is not easy to come by.

Needless to say, I was sitting in the seat reserved for Dumbledore. As for Lupine and Sirius, they probably got in because of the extensive newspaper coverage in the past school year.

It's a little complicated on Harry's side. Fudge must have been deliberately showing off to let Harry sit on the top floor...

He doesn't know about the Weasley family...

The Malfoy family obtained top tickets by donating money...

'Tsk tsk, the magic world...'

Complaints are complaints. Now he has given up the idea of ​​finding an excuse to hate elves so he wants to drive them away - if Dumbledore says no, it definitely won't work. As for himself... he wants to help the Director of the Ministry of Magic. The elf who occupied the seat rushed out of the box, but the face was still not enough...

‘I have no choice but to do it myself. ’

He stood up and walked quickly to Fudge, who was communicating with the Malfoy family.

"Sorry, Minister, can I be a little rude?"

"ah?"

Fudge didn't respond, but his tone was very good, "What's the matter, Professor William?"

"There was a house elf that was shaking all the time. Maybe I'm a little neurotic, but I always felt that it might be too frightened and hurt the students."

"But, that's Barty's position," Fudge tried to calm down the conflict. He felt that William was a bit ridiculous - but it was still within the acceptable range.

"It's okay, Minister, I just want to make sure it doesn't cast spells out of nervousness."

As William spoke, he lightly tapped his wand in that direction. The elf, who had been twitching due to nervousness, suddenly passed out and leaned on the chair unconscious.

"This is too... okay, Professor William, I will explain it to Barty." Fudge showed a helpless expression, but he was happy inside - although he pressed Barty Crouch hard, But Crouch has always been a strong contender for the Ministry of Magic. If it weren't for the unexplainable relationship between his son and the Death Eaters, it would have been someone else's turn to be the Minister of Magic.

William came with Dumbledore's vote - although it could not be regarded as Albus's support, he was happy to see some problems in the relationship between Barty Crouch and Dumbledore.

"Thank you, Minister," William said with a relieved expression, "Then, please explain to Mr. Crouch that the elf is indeed too nervous."

Fudge had an expression on his face that said things are difficult but I will find a way. Just when he was about to say something to deepen the impression that he needed to do something, a new person hurriedly entered the box.

Is everyone ready? The new wizard’s round face shone like a giant ball of cheese, “Minister—can we start?” "

"Start as you say, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, William and Fudge left in a hurry and returned to their seats.

"That is?"

"Ludo Bagman, a former Quidditch player, is very famous." Lu Ping explained smoothly. When he tried to introduce it carefully later, he was completely suppressed by the sudden voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen...welcome! Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Finals!"

The sound amplified by magic appeared from this box and was loudly transmitted to every corner of the venue.

The audience burst into cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem - but William was not sure, he had not put enough effort in this area.

As the audience cheered, the last line of advertisement on the huge blackboard-like billboard facing their box was erased.

The ad for Braised Beans was replaced with a huge score.

Bulgaria 0:0 Ireland.

"Okay, without further ado, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Ludo's voice rang high in the sky, and the bright red square formation on the right side of the stands burst into loud cheers.

"mascot?"

William, who knew only a little about it, took this opportunity to ask the 'narrator' Lupine - compared to Sirius, who had been in Azkaban for more than ten years, Lupine's explanation of Quidditch was more reliable.

"They are magical creatures that they think can bring them good luck."

Lupine explained quickly, his face full of curiosity - but considering that there were students behind him, he still chose to be calm.

Sirius looked like he was holding it back, but he endured it even harder.

He and the so-called sister just looked at each other. At this moment, both parties showed that they did not take the other person to heart.

Mr. Weasley was really good-natured. He stuck his head out, took off his glasses, and wiped them on his robe frantically.

While wiping, he announced, "Mei baby!!!"

‘What are you doing wiping your glasses? Did you see something dirty in your eyes? ’

William originally wanted to laugh, but halfway through his thoughts he realized what Mr. Weasley had said.

Charming baby?

No - Mr. Weasley, your children and wife are still watching over there, and the Minister of Magic and your colleagues are also present!

Cleaning glasses...it really belongs to you...

He knew the enchantress very well. In Azkaban, this term brought him a lot of chocolates and preferential treatment... In reality, this was really his first time seeing her.

But as the charming baby appeared, he felt strong discomfort.

He frowned, then glanced at Lupine next door.

Lupine also shook his head with a look of disdain. As for Sirius, who was next to Lupine, he frowned like him and even showed an expression of obvious disgust.

Well, it seems that some of the records are true. The enchantress is a magical creature that can affect the mind like a dementor...

‘How come you feel like you’re back in Azkaban when you’re just watching a game? ’

——

"Stunning it is the best option."

"But... we may have other ways..."

"That's someone else's elf!"

Even Ludo loudly announced the start of the game without interrupting the discussion of the group of students behind him. Although no one from the minister to the visiting wizard cared about what happened to the house elf, the nearest students were still worried about making the elf fall asleep. Arguing about magic.

Until someone else they knew made a loud announcement.

"Charming baby!"

What is a meiwa?

Such thoughts came to the minds of the children in the back row.

Harry was no exception. He recovered from the argument just now and began to try to satisfy his curiosity - something that would make Mr. Weasley declare loudly...

His doubts were quickly answered.

A hundred of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life—women even more beautiful than Qiu—glided onto the field.

They were so beautiful that they almost didn't look like real people. Their skin was even more attractive than the bright moonlight. Their light luster made Harry almost unable to take his eyes away. Their flowing, windless hair almost seemed to pull people towards them.

They started to dance. It was a very beautiful dance that made people want to join in immediately...

'If I'm...wrong...I...what am I doing? ’

Harry shook his head violently to get those messy thoughts out of his mind.

Without using his brain to direct, his hand automatically grabbed the wand, and while relying on the warmth to free himself from control, he directly used the wand to spray water like a spring on himself.

The cool water woke him up. His legs subconsciously relaxed and he began to slide down the chair. He was then pulled by Hermione who looked surprised.

"What are you doing, Harry?"

'Ah, yes - this is the box, the professor is still there...Sirius is also..."

He woke up, then grabbed his wand and froze in embarrassment - it was over, he cast a spell on vacation! ! !

"Oh my god, look what our Harry Potter has done!"

Fudge's voice came with surprise. Then Harry was stared at by a dozen pairs of eyes.

The water on his face was not dry, his clothes were wet, and he was still holding the wand tightly in his hand.

But Fudge started clapping, and so did the rest of the audience.

Harry glanced at the professor nervously, then quickly looked at Sirius.

The two of them were looking outside with smiles, but now they both focused on him. Sirius's face was still a little nervous, while the professor's face showed nothing but approval.

Harry felt relieved and inserted his wand back into his clothes.

"Excellent response, but you should trust our Ministry security, Harry."

Fudge nodded approvingly, "Forget it this time, remember not to cast spells randomly during the summer vacation."

Harry sat down in confusion. He didn't even have time to dry up the water that ran down. He pulled Ron, who was about to flip over to the front seat. He was completely confused at this moment.

Is it okay?