The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

Bill works in Gringotts and has seen many big scenes, so he behaves much more normally than Charlie.

Facing the huge 'tent' in front of him, he just whistled.

Then he smiled and said:

"We have benefited from John this time. Okay, Charlie, don't be stunned. Dad and the others should be shopping, let's go in and prepare lunch first. This can be regarded as some thanks to John."

Charlie nodded hard and smiled:

"I can make some Romanian food that won't disappoint them."

The two brothers walked into the tent while laughing.

Percy was left alone standing outside with his fists clenched tightly.

"What's this?"

Percy muttered reluctantly, "I work in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. If I ask Mr. Crouch, I can get him to give us a tent like this!"

"What did you say, Patsy? Come in and help!"

Charlie suddenly stuck his head out and said.

Percy was startled and hurried over to help with the work.

But when he was working, he was a little distracted.

John's words yesterday had a big impact on him.

It took him a whole night to regain his confidence in Mr. Crouch.

That's right.

He still admires Mr. Crouch to this day.

In his mind, John was just a student who had not yet graduated from Hogwarts.

Even if I hear some rumors through some things, they are not very credible.

In the same way, his father Mr. Weasley is just a clerk in the Misuse of Magic Office.

His information is certainly not very accurate either.

Mr. Crouch is so powerful, how could he be a disaster?

There will definitely be a future for you if you follow him!

The more he thought about it, the more excited Percy became.

He even imagined that he might meet Mr. Crouch later.

After all, in this Quidditch World Cup, the Department of International Magical Cooperation is also the management and coordinator, and Mr. Crouch is likely to come to the scene to guide the work.

And just when Percy fell into fantasy, John, Mr. Weasley and others also came back.

Everyone was pleasantly surprised by the Romanian dish Charlie was preparing.

Especially Mr. Weasley.

"You have really grown up!" His eyes were red, and he patted Charlie on the shoulder and said, "When you go back, you should also cook a meal for your mother. She has been the hardest worker in the family these years."

Charlie smiled and said:

"Don't worry, Dad, I already made it for her before I left home."

The Weasley family has a really good atmosphere, which Michelle is especially envious of.

But fortunately she still has John.

Looking at the loving family in front of her, Michelle also held John's hand tightly.

The two smiled at each other.

Everyone enjoyed this meal.

Romanian cuisine is not as elegant and refined as French cuisine, but it is full of flavor and rich in meat.

Bill is indeed a top student who can find a job in Gringotts. He has both IQ and EQ.

He thanked John again on behalf of the Weasley family. His words were exquisite and gorgeous, even a little exaggerated, but John could clearly feel his sincerity.

The only person present who wasn't very happy was Percy.

Seeing John being admired by everyone, he almost bent the iron spoon in his mouth.

You know, in the days when John was not here, he, the child who had just entered the Ministry of Magic, was the one who attracted the most attention in the family.

He tried to change the mood at the dinner table by starting to say some mean things.

Unfortunately, no one at the scene paid him any attention.

After finishing lunch, a few people gathered in the garden and started chatting.

Charlie started talking about his experiences raising dragons in Romania, and Bill talked about things in Gringotts.

Of course, Bill was mostly complaining about leprechauns.

In his opinion, basically all goblins are careerists.

At present, most of the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China has been corroded by them with gold galleons. It is estimated that something big will happen soon.

Everyone listened with gusto.

Mr. Weasley nodded repeatedly.

He agreed with Bill.

Since it is the camp closest to the venue, many officials from the Ministry of Magic will pass by here while chatting.

They greeted Mr. Weasley warmly every time they passed by.

Mr. Weasley also kept making introductions.

Of course, this was mainly for Harry, Hermione and Michelle.

His other children were relatively familiar with people in the ministry.

As for John, with his current reputation, there are almost no people in the ministry who don't know him.

Many people even came here specifically for John.

Some of them, like the two wizards at the previous teleportation point, wanted to ask John for his autograph.

Some held John's hand tightly and never let go, praising him to please him.

What's more, they want to ask John to take care of their children at school.

Among them, the children were even more affectionate in the words of Slytherin officials.

In a short time, John was overwhelmed by all kinds of friendly looks.

This is not surprising.

Based on John's current situation, it is a certainty that he will have a bright future.

Ordinary officials at the Ministry of Magic would naturally want to befriend him.

Anyway, it's just a few nice words without paying any real price, which is very easy for them.

Among these officials, the one who impressed John the most was Ludo Bagman.

Not even that old Archie who liked to blow dry could compare to him.

"Introducing to you, Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Physical Education and Sports of the Ministry of Magic!"

Mr. Weasley deliberately raised his voice and said, "He is also the most important person at the moment! This Quidditch World Cup is under his direct management, and he will be commentating on the game later!"

"Hahaha! Arthur, you're embarrassed of what I said!"

Bagman said this without any shyness on his face.

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

This symbolizes that he has played Quidditch on behalf of the country.

"Ah ho!"

Bagman shouted happily.

He was bouncing as he walked, as if there were springs under his feet, and he was in front of John almost immediately, looking very excited.

"John!" He held John's hand, "Oh - I have heard of your name a long time ago! They all say that your Quidditch skills are as superb as when I was young!

How about it?Are you interested in going to the stadium with me now?Maybe we can also try to hit a couple of goals before the regular players arrive.

This is my prerogative as Head of the Department of Physical Education and Sports at the Ministry of Magic.

That's you, John!

If it were anyone else, I wouldn't want to share it with him! "

Bagman obviously wanted to use Quidditch as a talking point to enhance his relationship with John.

It's a pity that his flattery fell on the horse's leg.

John had no interest in Quidditch at all.

Bagman apparently realized this after being politely rejected.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all, and quickly changed the subject and continued to 'fire' at John. The intensity of flattery was far greater than that of the previous officials, but it made John feel a bit cunning.

Judging from John's experience, this kind of people generally have very urgent needs and want to ask for help from others.

As he expected, after chatting for a while, his true colors were revealed.

"Want to place a bet on the game, John?"

He asked eagerly, making the pockets of his yellow and black robe jingle. It seemed that there were a lot of gold coins in it, "Many people have already participated, and there are many categories. You can vote for anything you want..."

Bagman introduced eloquently.

He also strongly recommended John and others to vote for the Irish team to win.

According to common sense, generally the teams highly recommended by guys like Bagman are not favored by others.

But John still voted a thousand galleons for the Irish team.

Because he vaguely remembered that Krum's Bulgarian team in the original book did not win this time.

This is a guaranteed winning deal.

In addition to him, George and Fred also handed over a few galleons they had saved hard despite their father's objections.

Bagman was crazy with joy.

He began to praise John more enthusiastically.

Percy despised his behavior.

In his opinion, a sycophantic waste like Bagman was not worthy of being an official of the Ministry of Magic.

In contrast, Mr. Crouch is the real big man worthy of his admiration and learning.

Just as he was thinking about it, a familiar figure appeared in his field of vision and walked slowly towards them.

Percy couldn't believe his eyes.

Because that person is none other than the Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department, Barty Crouch.

"Mr. Crouch!"

Percy was so excited that he couldn't even breathe.He leaned forward and made a bowing gesture, which made him look like a hunchback. "I didn't expect to see you here!"

His voice was loud, and the attention of John and others was attracted.

Crouch was even more shocked.

He looked at Percy, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he said uncertainly:

"So you're here too, Weatherby?"

Percy was stunned for a moment, his mouth slightly open, as if he was demented.

"Puff haha——"

George and Fred couldn't help laughing.

Michelle, Harry and others laughed even more wildly.

Mr. Crouch shook his head, passed Percy and walked directly towards John.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Shafiq."

He said lightly.

"Me too, Mr. Crouch."

John responded.

As they spoke, the two held hands together.

Witnessing this scene, Percy's ears instantly turned an embarrassed pink.