This Hogwarts is not normal

More than half an hour later, Tonks slowly came out of the work corridor.

Wales saw her holding the broom carelessly from afar, and the anger that he had been suppressing in his heart suddenly rose up.

"Tonks! Hurry up and complete the task!"

Tonks rolled her eyes at him from a distance, "Got it, I'll get started right away!"

She mounted the broom, holding the handle with her left hand to control her flight, and holding the crystal ball in her right hand to scan the lawn.

Wales took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

If it weren't for Wayne, he wouldn't have been entrusted with important tasks "repeatedly".

I was already full of anger, and now I have to be busy all day to meet the other party's request.

"Tonks! Hurry up! Stop taking your time!"

"Got it!" Tonks quickened her pace with an unhappy look on her face.

If you have the guts, go find Wayne. What kind of man is it to lose your temper with her?

"Hmm--" She suddenly stopped and looked at Wales from a distance.

Although this person is stubborn and only believes in his own opinions, he is very likely to be a traitor.

Because he wanted revenge, he turned completely evil?

"Tonks! What are you standing there for?"

This overwhelming resentment deepened Tonks's suspicion.

She snorted and continued working.

Wales stared at her for a while, and when he saw that she was no longer slacking off, he turned and walked towards the audience.

Wayne Enterprises required an inspection of the entire stadium inside and out, and he, who was in charge of supervision, had a task no easier than other members of the special team.

Tonks looked at his back from a distance and started slacking off again.

She quietly opened the magic communicator and sent a text message.

Vincent, who was far away in the alchemy shop in Knockturn Alley, lowered his head and pondered for a long time after receiving the information.

Wales does have a case, and he can stay in the stadium all the time, with countless opportunities to make changes.

After a moment, Vincent shook his head and sent a text message back to Tonks.

Although there is motivation, there is no ability.

It's not that we look down on him, but we need to reapply for a maintenance manual from Wayne Enterprises. In addition to the top leaders of the Ministry of Magic, only the relevant Department of Magical Games and Sports has the authority.

Although Wales is not involved in either side, the possibility of him being used cannot be easily ruled out.

Hold on to your fishing rod and continue to wait patiently.

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8 month 17 day,

8pm,

The much-anticipated 422nd Quidditch World Cup final is finally here.

The number of wizards who have come to Dartmoor has exceeded 300,000, and although the stadium can only accommodate 100,000 people, their enthusiasm has never diminished.

In the VIP box on the top floor of the auditorium, Fudge was standing by the window looking at the dense crowds of wizards outside, while Umbridge beside him praised his wise decision.

"Mr. Minister, you are really smart. There are actually 300,000 fans at the scene. If you hadn't asked Wayne Enterprises to set up a large number of magic projections outside, they would not be able to watch the game well."

Fudge waved his hand at her. "What kind of ingenious calculation is that? Anyone who pays a little more attention to the domestic situation can roughly estimate the number of fans watching the final."

Umbridge still looked flattering, "No, no, no, Minister, not everyone has the same unique vision as you."

Fudge smiled happily, feeling a little flattered by her praise. "Dolores, the position determines the thoughts. The scenery I see is actually the same as everyone else's. As long as you pay more attention to the details, you will have the same ideas as me in your mind."

Umbridge's smile was particularly bright. "Thank you very much for your guidance, Minister. I will definitely learn more from you in the future."

Such hypocritical and artificial flattery made Sirius, who was sitting in his seat, feel sick.

If Fudge hadn't repeatedly invited him, he would have returned to his box long ago.

Vincent, who had the same idea, acted particularly well.

Seeing the senior executives standing up and applauding one after another, he applauded very enthusiastically, unlike Sirius next to him who just applauded casually.

All those present were well-known figures in the British wizarding world; even Dumbledore clapped his hands out of respect.

The one who worked the hardest was naturally Umbridge, who was standing next to Fudge. She had clapped her hands so hard that they were redder than her pink suit.

When the applause died down, Fudge bowed slightly to everyone and said, "Thank you all for your support."

He straightened up and said, "I believe that with the joint efforts of you and me, we will be able to successfully overcome the difficulties ahead."

His expression was extremely solemn and dignified. "As long as we unite as one, any evil forces that threaten the magic world will be completely destroyed!"

There was another round of warm applause, with Umbridge leading the cheering.

Vincent looked at the formalistic show before him and thought of a very suitable idiom.

Cutting feet to fit shoes means cutting off toes to fit the size of shoes.

United as one?

He looked at Sirius who was standing beside him with an expression of impatience on his face, and then at Lucius who was clapping gracefully in the front row.

The future is promising!

Surrounded by high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic, Fudge slowly left the VIP box.

The game is about to start and he still has a lot of things to do.

Vincent and Sirius looked at each other, then stood up and left at the same time in tacit understanding.

Dumbledore smiled and looked at their backs.

There is more than one box in the stadium, but there is only one real VIP box.

Sirius, who was wealthy, directly booked the largest box, which had enough space to accommodate hundreds of people.

Vincent opened the door and walked in, and Fred and George came over with smiles on their faces.

"Man, has our Minister finally finished his nonsense?"

"Yeah." He rubbed his sore face, "My face is stiff from laughing so hard."

The twins looked at Sirius who looked nonchalant.

George shook his head with an air of superiority, "Dude, your realm is still too low. Look at Dahei, his condition is very good."

“Haha—” Vincent laughed dryly, “I kept a fake smile the whole time, and he was too lazy to even pretend.”

Sirius shrugged casually, "I don't want to make friends with them. I'm already giving them face by not leaving on the spot."

The twins' eyes sparkled.

As expected of a member of the Black family, his status is much higher than those old men.

Fred smacked his lips at Vincent. "Dude, why don't you just shut down Wayne Enterprises? Then you can be as cool as Blackie."

Vincent stopped rubbing his face and sighed helplessly, "I want to lie down too, but the conditions don't allow it."

The twins grinned and turned to look at Sirius, who immediately felt offended.

"How could I lie flat?"

"I have nothing to do all day, except eating and sleeping."

Sirius scowled, "What about you guys? What did you do during your summer vacation?"

The twins looked at each other and each pulled a cube out of their pocket.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick--the latest product from the Weasley brothers is here!"

Before they could even take out their new products, the sharp-eyed Molly had already snatched away two cubes.

"Fred, George, didn't I forbid you to tinker with these things?"

The twins cried, "Mom, that contains all our savings..."

Molly shook her head with a straight face, "I have to confiscate the things. If you want them back, you'll have to behave yourself."

"No..." The twins' heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the box.

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