Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

When they appeared again, they were in a forest.

"In order to avoid panic, the Ministry of Magic deliberately regarded this forest as the starting point for Apparition." Cynthia explained.

"Because the tent area was actually 'borrowed' from Muggles, and there is a Muggle administrator and his family."

"Of course, I will still not take things seriously with many people."

Tver nodded in understanding.

Accompanied by the occasional disembodiment sounds around him, he could already feel the lively atmosphere ahead as he gradually walked out of the forest.

Before they even got out of the forest, they saw a huge gymnasium, burying them in huge shadows.

"In order to accommodate spectators and give them a good viewing experience, the venue is designed like this."

Cynthia looked at Tver with a strange face and immediately gave an explanation.

Because really, this gymnasium is just like a large oval cylinder, without any sense of beauty.

Compared with those large Muggle stadiums, Ugly Detville already regretted coming to watch the game.

He had no interest in Quidditch anyway, he came here entirely for the parade tonight.

With a helpless mood, Tver walked past a small stone house and came to the tent area.

There are many tents here, but not as many as expected.

"Is that the number of people living here with a hundred thousand spectators?" Malvolio asked, pointing to the nearly a thousand tents in front of him.

"There are a lot of people living in the tents. Most people will leave after watching the game. Unlike us, we still have to watch the excitement."

Tver slapped his arm off and walked straight through a cluster of tents.

Most of the tent styles here are very ordinary, and they look no different from ordinary tents in appearance.

As for the inside, from Tver I saw five or six people walking out of a small tent, I knew that it was not that simple inside.

But among this pile of tents, there are some that stand out.

For example, some exaggeratedly used a large amount of striped silk, which looked extremely luxurious, and several live peacocks were tied at the entrance.

Some are bizarrely built in the shape of a four-story building with several turrets next to them.

There is even a tent next to it with a garden in front of the door, complete with sundial, fountain, etc...

These are all okay, although it is a bit exaggerated, they can still be called tents, but the one in front of Tver is as red as the sun... an egg?

"Professor?" Harry shouted in surprise as he stood at the door, while Ron and Hermione behind him also grinned happily.

Malvolio and Cynthia behind Tver consciously left his side and went to perform their own tasks.

He wasn't surprised.

Malvolio has to act as Fudge's bodyguard, and it's not a good thing to be around him often.

As for Cynthia, the World Cup itself is the work of the International Magic Cooperation Department, and she squeezed out this daytime.

"What are you doing standing here? Also, this tent...are you sure it can be lived in?"

Tver touched the ball in front of him with a strange expression. The material on it was not only strong, but also quite comfortable to the touch.

It seemed that Sirius really couldn't wait to have a good time.

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Well, Sirius only bought a tent, but left behind the instructions. As a result, he and Mr. Weasley excitedly said that he was going to put it up the Muggle way."

"After several attempts, we barely managed to reach this level..."

"This is the best style we can build, and the interior is very well arranged, at least it looks much better than the outside."

He couldn't help but chuckle. Don't look at the smelly egg. In the previous few attempts, they couldn't even put the egg together...

"Okay, what about you?" Tver retracted his hand amusingly.

"We're going to buy some souvenirs!" Harry said excitedly, looking at the vendors who dropped from the sky from time to time.

The trolley they pushed contained all kinds of strange products, but they were all related to this competition in one way or another.

For example, Tver saw Viktor Krum's human-shaped cake...

This silenced him who loved to eat small cakes. He really had no interest in tasting the masterpieces from this goblin, let alone wandering around.

"Then I'll wait for you in the tent first. Remember to come back before dark."

The three of them couldn't wait any longer, so they waved goodbye to him.

There are many opportunities to chat with professors at Hogwarts, but there are not so many opportunities to experience such a grand event.

Tver shrugged in amusement, opened the tent door, walked in, and immediately felt what Sirius meant by the palace-like tent.

The interior is completely decorated in the style of a classical palace, but this classical one has a lot of mixed things...

Inside the two-story building, Tver saw not only Doric columns from ancient Greece, but also pointed arches from the Gothic style, and even obvious Chinese-style wing corners, which were built on the On the edge of the floor on the second floor...

"How's it going?" Sirius came forward with a flushed face, "The businessman said that this is a collection of features of the most beautiful buildings in the world."

"It's indeed beautiful..." Tweel looked back with difficulty, and followed Sirius towards the living room.

Well, there is a Chinese-style coffee table made of wood, and all it needs is a pot of tea...

There were not many people in the tent. Mr. Weasley and his three sons, Bill, Charlie and Percy, sat together and chatted with a middle-aged man with a big belly opposite.

The man wore a long Quidditch robe with wide yellow and black stripes, and a huge wasp printed like a splash of ink on the chest.

Of course, he looks a lot like the Wasp himself.

"Tver Foley?" The man recognized him immediately.

Tver had also long since realized who he was.

Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports and Bertha Jorkins's boss.

It's just that Bertha is still receiving secret treatment on the grounds of vacation, leaving him without a forgetful but capable assistant.

"Hello, Mr. Bagman." Tver shook his strong hand politely, and then sat next to Percy.

However, Percy has not yet adapted to working in the Ministry of Magic, and is still a bit cautious like a student.

Seeing Tver sit down, he whispered "Professor" and then sat quietly.

"I heard that you were working at the Ministry of Magic recently, under Barty Crouch. How was it? Is the relationship between him and Minister Fudge good?" Tweel asked casually.

"Relationship?" Mr. Weasley was stunned for a moment, "What other relationship can these two people have?"

When it came to business, Percy became more capable.

"Mr. Crouch was dissatisfied with the anti-werewolf laws and had several disputes with Mr. Fudge, but they were short-lived."

"Mr. Fudge came to me a few times to inquire about Mr. Crouch's movements. It seemed that he wanted to... fight back."

Concerned about the people present, Percy did not elaborate, but Twil began to think about it.

At this time, Mr. Weasley also realized what he was talking about. This matter was considered the number one internal matter in the busy Ministry of Magic.

"But isn't that what the Wizengamot is fighting with Umbridge? Why does it involve these two people?"

"Arthur, how can the Ministry of Magic be so simple about satisfaction and dissatisfaction? Everyone is taking sides." Bagman said with a laugh.

The rough movements did not conceal the delicacy of his words.

"Ever since that incident, Barty has been muddle along. Why is he suddenly dissatisfied with Fudge's arrangement?"

"If you ask me, he probably has a little ambition to show his presence in the Ministry of Magic."

"Otherwise, the Cynthia under him will be more outstanding than him, the director."

If he had such capable subordinates, he would not mind if his subordinates were better than him.

Thinking of this, Buckman sighed with regret.

Who said that working in the Ministry of Magic was easy? He was so busy that he was swollen!