From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It's so lively."

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

But William was not disgusted with it-after spending some time in Azkaban, no one liked the lifeless and quiet.

"Hello Professor."

Harry Sirius and the four of them came up with Weasley's family, occupying more than half of the top box, which made William become curious—not to mention Sirius, where are there so many Weasleys. Get this kind of box?

Curious to curious, he didn't ask. After greeting a few of them, William and Lupin sat together. The students hid in the back row and did not dare to go forward, and even quietly moved themselves to the other side of the box.

Someone chooses who would sit with the professor...

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

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

Fred spoke in the softest voice, but unfortunately, he and Ron didn't have such a good understanding-Ron didn't even realize that he was talking.

The three hadn't seen each other during the summer vacation, and there were so many things they wanted to say, but Fred and George couldn't speak out loudly.

The professor is still sitting in front, and wants to squeeze there again. What is it for?

William didn't pay attention to the actions of the two. He and Lupin hadn't seen each other during the summer vacation. At the moment, they were just talking 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 brought a bunch of Ministry staff to accompany the Bulgarian Minister of Magic to one of the boxes. Inside.

"Ah! This is Harry-Harry Potter," Fudge made a combination of hands and feet that didn't fit his identity, and seemed to explain something to someone who didn't know anything. "You should know... that from The boy who escaped from the mysterious man...you should know who he is?"

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic murmured a long list of words that William didn't know, and pointed his hand excitedly at the scar on Harry's forehead—this made William suddenly question the reliability of the Ministry of Magic.

No...Such a grand game, such a grand welcome ceremony, such a high-level meeting—what about translation?

Even if it wasn't for the official talks between the two Ministries of Magic, the two minister-level people didn't even bring an interpreter when they met?

Is this a fear of leaks or is it that the language barrier is not considered at all?

It happened that Fudge was still proud and tired to chat with Harry over there, "I knew I could always make him understand something-I'm not good at language... But Barty Crouch is better at this, but He is not here now, oh, his house elf has given him a place..."

So your Ministry of Magic is just an interpreter?

Wait-William suddenly thought of something, that Mr. Barty Crouch seems to be the director of the Ministry of Magic...

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

"That guy Barty, I really thought about it, or the best position would be gotten by Bulgaria...Ah, Arthur!"

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

While he was talking, he saw Lupin again—which made Fudge startled a little, but his expression was not unusual, and his expression even became more enthusiastic.

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

He used gestures to explain to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic—"He is very good! A great hitter! Our Ministry of Magic is proud to go out!"

"And our Professor William!"

He introduced William with the same exaggerated tone and the same exaggerated language. After he shook hands, he let the minister and William shook hands—William noticed that the other person looked at him a bit strange, as if... as if he could understand him. Fudge's explanation is like...

‘Fake... How is the administrative work of the Ministry of Magic and the Ministry of Magic playful? ’

William couldn't help but suspect that he had misunderstood something because of his suspicion-this kind of thing in diplomacy is too outrageous.

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

"Lucius!"

Fudge greeted him warmly.

Sirius rolled his eyes, then leaned over Lupin's side, and whispered to William and Lupin, "The Malfoys donated a large sum of money to the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injury and Injury. Get the top box ticket."

It’s not a secret that the pure-blood family’s affairs are really directly between each other...

With that said, William immediately understood-every position in this box is not easy to come by.

I was sitting in a place reserved for Dumbledore's routine. Needless to say, Lupin and Sirius were probably mixed up because of a large newspaper report during the past school year.

Harry’s side is a bit complicated, Fudge must have deliberately showed off before letting Harry sit on the top floor...

He doesn’t know the Weasley’s...

The Malfoys got top-notch tickets by donating money...

‘Tsk, the magic world...’

Tucao is back. He has now cut off the idea of ​​looking for an excuse to hate the elf so he wants to chase it off-if Dumbledore says no, it must not work, he himself... he wants to use one to help the Minister of Magic. The little elves in the seat rushed out of the box, but the face was still not enough...

‘There’s no way, you have to do it yourself. ’

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

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

"what?"

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

"There is a house elf who is trembling all the time. Maybe I am a little nervous, but I always feel that it may overwhelm the students because of fright."

"But, that's Barty's position," Fudge tried to calm the conflict. He thought William was a bit silly—but still within acceptable limits.

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

As William was talking, he tapped his magic wand lightly towards the other side. The elf, who had become convulsed from nervousness, passed out suddenly, leaning on the chair and became unconscious.

"That's too... well, Professor William, I will explain to Barty." Fudge showed a helpless expression, but his heart blossomed-although he crushed Barty Crouch to death, but Crouch has always been a strong contender for the Ministry of Magic. If it wasn't for the relationship between his son and the Death Eaters, the Minister of Magic would not be able to do it.

William came with Dumbledore's vote—although it can't be regarded as Albus's support, but there is something wrong with the relationship between Barty Crouch and Dumbledore. He is pleased to hear about it.

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

Fudge looked at things difficult, but I thought about it. When I was about to say something to deepen my impression of what I needed to do, a new person rushed into the box.

Are you all ready? "The new wizard's round face gleamed like a giant ball of cheese, "Minister-can we start?" "

"You'll start at the beginning, Ludo." Fudge said kindly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, William and Fudge hurriedly bid farewell and returned to their positions.

"That is?"

"Ludo Bagman, a former Quidditch player, very famous." Lupin explained, and when he tried to introduce it carefully, he was completely suppressed by the sudden sound.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome you! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup finals!"

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

The audience burst into cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by a mess of the national anthem—but William was not sure, he didn't do enough in this regard.

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

Duoweidou's advertisement was replaced by a huge score.

Bulgaria 0:0 Ireland.

"Well, less gossip, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Ludo's voice sounded high in the sky, and the bright red square on the right side of the stand burst into loud cheers at this moment. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"mascot?"

The half-knowledgeable William took advantage of this gap to question Lupin the ‘narrator’—Lupin explained Quidditch more reliably than Sirius who had been in Azkaban for more than ten years.

"It's magical creatures, they think they can bring good luck to themselves."

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

Sirius was suffocated at the sight, but his tolerance was stronger.

He just glanced at the so-called sister, and at this moment, both sides showed a gesture of not taking the other side to heart.

It was Mr. Weasley's true temperament. He stuck his head out, then violently took off his glasses and wiped them on his robe frantically.

Announcing while wiping, "Meiwa!!"