Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 254 Any evil will eventually be brought to justice!

"Let's go, Godfather." Harry said calmly, "Oh, by the way, you may not know the way."

A ray of red light flew out of the air and hit the spot where Sirius was previously.

"Godfather, I think you can see me now."

"Follow me and don't fall behind. If there's something wrong with the motorcycle on the way, just call me."

After saying that, Harley shook her head helplessly, as if she was the godmother facing her troubled godson.

Harley tapped the ground with her toes, and the broom quickly rose into the air.

Sirius looked at Harry's actions with his mouth wide open. Finally, he angrily punched the motorcycle.

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As a grand competition held only once every four years, the Quidditch World Cup has always attracted the attention of wizards almost all over the world.

And Britain has been preparing for this World Cup for a whole year!

In order to build the Quidditch World Cup venue, the British Ministry of Magic used 500 staff members to work for a year before building this magical venue that can accommodate 100,000 wizards.

Many Aurors were mobilized because of this incident, so the main force responsible for protecting Hogwarts was the Dementors.

There was only an elite team of Aurors running around Britain looking for Sirius.

After all, for Fudge, it is his duty to protect Hogwarts, as long as there are no problems, and successfully hosting the Quidditch World Cup is his political achievement!

Which of these two things is more serious has already been decided on the steelyard in Fudge's mind.

It is not easy to travel to the area where the competition is held. After all, many foreign wizards are coming.

To this end, the British Ministry of Magic has released a large number of portkeys to all parts of the world, and has also formulated detailed rules to stipulate when people who buy which tickets should come.

Of course, if you don't want to use a portkey, apparition, using Muggle transportation, or riding a broom directly are also within the allowed range.

A large cloud of dust was suddenly stirred up in the specially designated area for the supply broom to land outside the competition venue.

But a strong wind suddenly appeared, pushing the dust away, revealing the three people inside.

Harry and Hermione got off the broom, and Hermione withdrew the hand that had been holding Harry to prevent herself from falling.

Sirius did not act immediately, but took out his wand, pointed at the motorcycle, and chanted a spell for a long time.

In the end, Sirius, who had gained nothing, thumped his mount in frustration and muttered to himself:

"Why is there something wrong with this crap thing again... It should be due to lack of maintenance... My magic shouldn't have failed..."

Hermione almost laughed out loud at Sirius' predicament.

Earlier, Harry and Sirius landed directly in front of Hermione's house and lifted the Disillusionment Curse while no one was around.

This startled Mrs. Granger who opened the door to get the letter.

After all, Sirius got up early because he was too excited today, and picked up Harry from the Dursley's house at half past six.

When the two arrived at Granger's house, it was only 6:45 in the morning.

Therefore, Mrs. Granger, who had just woken up, witnessed the scene of two people and a snowy owl appearing out of thin air in front of her eyes, and almost screamed.

Fortunately, she recognized Harry, and at the same time, she remembered the letter Hermione received the day before yesterday, saying that her best friend was coming to pick her up today to watch the wizard's Quidditch World Cup match.

The two were welcomed into the room by Mrs. Granger and stayed to have breakfast. Hedwig also got her hands on a large plate of nuts.

Mrs. Granger was originally worried that Crookshanks would chase and bite Hedwig, but the two pets got along very well.

After all, Hedwig had been staying in the Gryffindor common room for the last three months of last semester, and had long been familiar with Crookshanks, the common room bully.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the morning that Sirius took Harry and Hermione on their way.

Sirius also wanted to show off his motorcycle to Hermione, but Hermione refused to ride on it because she thought it was unsafe.

"I'd better take Harry's broomstick. At least a guaranteed flying broomstick is safer." Hermione said with a blush.

"By the way, Sirius, I suggest you check your motorcycle. His exhaust pipe looks very old."

"I don't know if this has any effect on the Magic Motorcycle, but I should warn you anyway."

As a result, Hermione's prediction came true. Sirius's motorcycle started making strange noises halfway and had many problems.

This made Sirius have to use various magics to keep the motorcycle alive along the way, and he barely made it to the Quidditch World Cup venue.

"Godfather, I sincerely suggest that you remanufacture this thing. It is probably... the style is too old, and some of the parts inside are seriously worn."

Harley made the suggestion with a serious look on her face, and received an eye roll from Sirius in return.

"Never mind, this crappy motorcycle will piss me off sooner or later." Sirius waved his wand with an annoyed look on his face and sent the motorcycle back home.

"Come on, let's go register and set up the tent."

In front of the three people is a desolate, foggy swamp. The layers of fog are actually various spells to protect the safety here and prevent Muggles from accidentally breaking in here.

Two tired, sullen wizards stood at the front, one holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

It can be seen that both of them are trying hard to dress up like Muggles, but the results are not very good——

The wizard holding the gold watch was wearing a tweed suit, but on his feet was a pair of thigh-high rubber boots.

And his colleague holding the parchment and quill was only wearing a South American cloak and a pleated skirt on the lower body.

"Have they never taken a Muggle studies class?" Hermione said to Harry in an almost whispering voice,

"Even if they haven't taken this course, they can still see a lot of ordinary people and learn how to dress when they go shopping."

Harley shook her shoulders and said she didn't know anything.

Sirius walked up and said hello: "Good morning, Basil! The weather is really nice today, isn't it?"

"Oh, the weather is nice." Basil raised the quill in his hand tiredly, "But it would be even better if my mood is as good as the weather."

"What's going on?" Sirius asked curiously.

"You'll have to ask the bastard in charge of scheduling." Basil snorted. "Tegley and I have a terrible schedule."

"We are responsible for registration before the start of the group stage, and we are also responsible for registration before the start of the knockout rounds. We will still be responsible for registration before the finals in mid-August!"

"We should be lucky that the trials are not held in the UK, otherwise we would have to register!"

It was obvious that both Basil and Tegli were full of resentment and had no thoughts at all except the tired registration list.

Sirius didn't ask any more questions. He asked Basil about the location of his camp and left quickly.

Someone else has already arrived, so he won't bother those two poor people.

As the first group of people to buy tickets and have the best seats, the campsite Sirius was allocated was located in the center of the first field.

The three of them made their way through the deserted swamps and passed a large number of spells.

After getting the specific location and site map of his camp from the camp manager No. 1, a Muggle named Roberts, Sirius was so wealthy that he walked directly to the camp without asking for a tent.

"We have a better tent," Sirius introduced to Harry and Hermione as he walked.

"The collection I dug out from the Black family's treasure house is absolutely luxurious, and I also changed the color to make it match Gryffindor as much as possible."

"When I went to Ludo to get my ticket, I heard that Lucius Malfoy, the guy who should go to jail, has been here since the group stage and built a tent that's as good as a palace."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's no different from anyone else. He should be glad that it's not the same as before. I can't..."

Sirius suddenly stopped talking and his face fell.

He sighed: "Alas, James and the others can no longer watch Quidditch matches."

"The Ministry of Magic is really a bunch of idiots, they were able to let Peter Pettigrew go."

Harley's face became a little unnatural, and she comforted Sirius: "It's okay, Godfather, he will eventually be brought to justice!"

"Actually, there's no need to comfort me, Harry. I think this is a good thing." Sirius frowned.

"At least they gave me a chance to kill the rat with my own hands."

"Why should he enjoy his old age in Azkaban? He should be killed by my own hands, and then go down to atone for his sins from James and Lily!"

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After finding his campsite, Sirius waved his magic wand, and a luxurious tent was automatically set up.

The tent looks very luxurious from the outside - it's all golden and red, with various decorations hanging on the outside, including this lion pattern.

In particular, the tent was three stories high, just overtaking the first floor of the palace-like tent opposite.

"Not bad, not bad." Sirius admired the tent with satisfaction. "It's just one level higher than the Malfoy's. It's really perfect."

"Let's go in and take a look. Each of you can choose whatever you want."

"I originally made an appointment with the professors, but Professor Dumbledore is going to Austria for the holidays, and Professor McGonagall won't be here for a few days."

"Professors Flitwick and Professor Sprout don't like Quidditch. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk out out, what a pity."

"Professor Slughorn got the tickets himself, so he won't come to stay in our tent."

"Professor Dumbledore went to Austria?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"Yes, go to Austria." Sirius nodded.

Harry smacked his mouth. It seemed that Professor Dumbledore was looking for his old boyfriend again.

If I remember correctly, the Nurmengard prison where Grindelwald was imprisoned was in Austria.

Tsk tsk tsk, lied to myself that I was going to France... He really did!

After choosing their own rooms, Harry and Hermione had just walked out of the tent when they saw Minister Fudge holding Sirius and chatting.

You have to ask why Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is here now...

You know, he takes this World Cup very seriously. After all, the Ministry of Magic sold a total of 100,000 tickets!

This is not just the income from 100,000 tickets.

When these wizards come here, they must eat, drink, and enjoy spiritual entertainment.

Ordinary wizards can make a small fortune, while the Ministry of Magic can make a fortune for the fee they are allowed to sell...

There are also advertising costs for the World Cup, taxes and fees for the casino run by the goblin, and various other miscellaneous expenses.

Not to mention that after this, as long as one percent of wizards stay and travel in the British magical world...

Isn’t the local economy rising? Will political achievements come soon? Wouldn’t he be re-elected again?

Fudge had already seen Jin Gallon and the Minister's re-election growing wings and flying towards him.

What? Are you saying that these Golden Gallons belong to the Ministry of Magic, not Fudge?

Minister Fudge firmly stated that he has dedicated his life to the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic is his home!

What's more, he can be re-elected stably. It makes sense to use some of your own property... right?

Therefore, in Fudge's eyes, the Quidditch World Cup is a fat chicken that lays golden eggs named "Achievements" and "Golden Galleons", so he naturally pays 10,000% attention to it.

Originally, this work should be the responsibility of the International Magical Cooperation Department and the Magical Sports Department.

But the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports is Ludo Bagman, and the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation is his political rival Barty Crouch.

Needless to say, Ludo Bagman, as a batter, has played Bludgers for half his life, and almost went to Azkaban. He laughs and laughs every day, which makes people very worried.

And Barty Crouch...this is his political enemy!

It would be terrible if he stumbled himself and deliberately sabotaged it.

After all, if the Quidditch World Cup is messed up, ordinary wizards will only think that it is their own problem, and the international community will think that it is their own inability.

Only when there is internal liquidation within the Ministry of Magic will it be Barty Crouch's turn, but it's not certain whether he will still be in office at that time.

So Fudge gritted his teeth and fired a total of five hundred Ministry of Magic staff, with Aurors escorting him throughout the process.

There are so many people with so many eyes, and Barty Crouch can't do anything.

Fudge also asked the directors of each department to take leave of absence from their problem members. For example, Bertha Jorkins of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports was directly given a leave of absence for more than half a year by Ludo to prevent her from causing trouble at a critical moment.

After Sirius was vindicated, Fudge originally wanted to simply take off Barty Crouch's hat.

However, his secretary Dolores Umbridge reminded Fudge that Barty Crouch was an important liaison between the two major games, and without him, these two games were likely to have problems.

So Fudge could only watch helplessly as Barty Crouch found help, and he also took advantage of the situation, only demoting Barty Crouch one level and becoming the deputy director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Umbridge, on the other hand, parachuted in directly and became the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Fudge's order to Umbridge is to wait until these two major games are over and, whenever possible, to blow off Barty Crouch's head!

It would be best to find evidence of his corruption or other illegal activities and let Barty Crouch spend his remaining years in Azkaban!

Fudge felt that he was such a good person that he had even considered Barty Crouch's retirement life for him.

In today's materialistic era, there are really too few kind-hearted wizards like me!

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(Thanks to "Nine-tailed Yanhu" and "Reader with tail number 8590" for the reward!)