Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Let's go, godfather. Harry said lightly, Oh, by the way, you don't necessarily know the way.

A red light flew out of the air and hit the position where Sirius was before.

Godfather, I think you should be able to see me now.

Follow me, don't fall behind, call me if there is a problem with the motorcycle halfway.

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

Harry tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and the broom quickly lifted into the air.

Watching Harry's actions, Sirius opened his mouth wide. Finally, he angrily punched the motorcycle again.

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

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

In order to build the Quidditch World Cup stadium, the British Ministry of Magic spent a full year of work with 500 staff members to build this magical venue that can accommodate 100,000 wizards.

A lot of Aurors were drawn because of this incident, so the main force responsible for protecting Hogwarts would be the Dementors.

Just an elite team of Aurors running around the UK looking for signs of Sirius.

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

Which of these two matters is more important has already been distinguished on the scale in Fudge's mind.

It is not an easy task to go to the area where the competition is located, after all, many foreign wizards are coming.

For this reason, the British Ministry of Magic distributed a large number of Portkeys all over the world, and also formulated detailed rules, stipulating when the person who bought a ticket should come.

Of course, if you don't want to use a portkey, then apparating, using Muggle vehicles, or riding a broom directly are also allowed.

In the specially drawn area outside the competition field for the landing of the broom, a large cloud of dust was suddenly stirred up.

But a gust of wind suddenly appeared and pushed the dust outward, revealing the three people inside.

Harry and Hermione got off the broom, and Hermione pulled back the hand that had been holding Harry to keep her from falling.

Sirius did not act immediately, but drew 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 angrily, and muttered to himself:

Why is there something wrong with this broken thing... It should be a problem of lack of maintenance... My magic shouldn't be invalid...

Hermione almost laughed out loud at the sight of Sirius' predicament.

Earlier, Harry and Sirius landed directly in front of the gate of Hermione's house, and took advantage of no one's opportunity to directly lift the Disillusionment Curse.

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

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

It was only 6:45 in the morning when the two arrived at Granger's house.

As a result, Mrs. Granger, who had just woken up not long after, witnessed the scene where two people, a snowy owl, appeared out of thin air in front of her eyes, and almost screamed.

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

The two were welcomed into the room by Mrs. Granger and stayed for breakfast. Hedwig also grabbed a large plate of nuts.

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

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

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

Sirius also wanted to show off his motorcycle to Hermione, but Hermione refused to ride it, thinking it was not safe.

I'd better ride on Harry's broom, at least the guaranteed broom is safer. Hermione said with a blushing face.

By the way, Sirius, I suggest you get your motorcycle overhauled, his exhaust looks badly worn.

I don't know if this has any effect on the magic motorcycle, but I should remind you.

As a result, Hermione's words came true, and Sirius' motorcycle began to make strange noises halfway, and there were many problems.

This made Sirius have to use all kinds of magic to renew the life of the motorcycle along the way, and barely made it to the venue of the Quidditch World Cup.

Godfather, I sincerely suggest that you return this thing to the furnace and rebuild it. It is probably... the style is too old, and some parts inside are severely worn.

Harry put forward the suggestion with a serious face, and got a blank stare from Sirius in return.

It doesn't matter, this broken motorcycle will piss me off sooner or later. Sirius waved his wand with annoyed expression, and sent the motorcycle back home.

Come on, let's go register and build the tent.

In front of the three of them was a desolate, misty swamp, and the layers of mist were actually various spells, protecting the safety of this place and preventing Muggles from accidentally breaking into it.

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

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

The wizard with the gold watch wore a tweed suit, but a pair of thigh-length rubber boots.

And his colleague with the parchment and quill only wore a South American cape and a pleated skirt on the lower body.

Didn't they take a Muggle studies class? Hermione said to Harry in a voice almost whispering,

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

Harry shrugged, saying that he didn't know anything.

Sirius stepped forward to say hello: Good morning, Basil! The weather is really nice today, isn't it?

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

What's going on? Sirius asked curiously.

You have to ask the bastard in charge of the schedule. Basil snorted, The schedule I made with Tugley was really terrible.

We are responsible for the registration before the start of the group match, and we are also responsible for the registration before the start of the knockout match. Before the final in mid-August, we have to be responsible for the registration!

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

It could be seen that both Basil and Tegley were full of resentment, and they had no thoughts other than the tired registration list.

Sirius didn't ask too much, and left quickly after asking about the location of his camp from Basil.

There were already people coming from behind, so he didn't bother those two poor people.

As the first group of people who bought tickets and had the best tickets, the camp assigned to Sirius was located in the center of the first field.

The three traveled all the way through the desolate swampland and over a large number of spells.

After getting the specific location of his camp and a map of the site from the administrator of Camp No. 1, a Muggle named Roberts, Sirius went straight to the camp without asking for a tent.

We have better tents, Sirius introduced to Harry and Hermione as they walked.

The treasures I dug out from the treasure house of the Black family are absolutely luxurious, and I also modified the color to make it as Gryffindor as possible.

When I went to Ludo to get a ticket, I heard that Lucius Malfoy, the guy who should go to jail, has been here since the group stage, and he built a tent comparable to a palace.

Tsk tsk tsk, it's not the same as anyone else, he should be glad that now is not the beginning, I can't...

Sirius stopped talking suddenly, and his face collapsed.

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

It really is a bunch of idiots in the Ministry of Magic, who managed to let Pettigrew Peter go.

Harry's expression became a little unnatural, and he comforted Sirius: It's okay, Godfather, he will be brought to justice eventually!

Actually, you don't need to comfort me, Harry, I think it's a good thing. Sirius frowned,

At least they gave me a chance, a chance to kill this rat with my own hands.

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

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After finding his own camp, Sirius waved his magic wand, and a luxurious tent was automatically erected.

The tent looks very luxurious from the outside - the whole body is golden red, with various decorations hanging on the outside, as well as this lion pattern.

In particular, the tent was three stories high, just over one floor of the palace-like tent on the opposite side.

Not bad, not bad, Sirius admired the tent with satisfaction, it happens to be one floor higher than Malfoy's, it's really perfect.

Go, go in and have 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 will not arrive in a few days.

Professors Flitwick and Sprout don't like Quidditch games, tsk tsk, what a pity.

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

Professor Dumbledore went to Austria? Harry asked subconsciously.

Yes, to Austria. Sirius nodded.

Harry smacked his mouth, it seems that Professor Dumbledore is looking for his old boyfriend again.

If I remember correctly, the Nurmengard Prison where Grindelwald was held is in Austria.

Tsk tsk tsk, I lied to myself that I was going to France... There really is him!

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

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

You know, he attaches great importance to this World Cup, after all, the Ministry of Magic has sold a total of 100,000 tickets!

This is not just the income of 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 huge fortune from the fees that allow them to make sales!

There are also advertising costs for the World Cup, taxes and fees for casinos run by goblins, and other miscellaneous costs.

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

Isn't the local economy going up? Doesn't the political achievement come? Wouldn't he be re-elected again?

Fudge had already seen that Jin Gallon and the minister's re-election had grown wings and were flying towards him.

What? You said these Galleons belonged 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's reasonable to use some of your own property...isn't it reasonable?

Therefore, in Fudge's eyes, the Quidditch World Cup is a fat hen desperately laying down the golden eggs known as Achievements and Golden Galleon. Naturally, he put 10,000% of his attention on it.

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

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 enemy Barty Crouch.

Needless to say, Ludo Bagman, as a hitter, has played Bludgers for half his life, and almost entered Azkaban. He is laughing and laughing every day, which makes people very worried.

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

It would be bad if he tripped him up and sabotaged him.

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 also think that they are incompetent.

It was Barty Crouch's turn only when the Ministry of Magic was liquidating internally, but it didn't matter whether he was still in office at that time.

So Fudge gritted his teeth and removed five hundred Ministry of Magic staff, all of whom were escorted by Aurors.

There are so many people, Barty Crouch is not easy to do anything.

Fudge also asked the directors of each department to take a leave of absence from their problematic members. For example, Bertha Jorkins of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports was directly given half a year's leave by Ludo, lest she make a mess at a critical time.

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

But his secretary, Dolores Umbridge, reminded Fudge that without Barty Crouch, an important liaison between the two big games, there was a good chance that both games would go wrong.

So Fudge could only watch helplessly as Barty Crouch found help, and he also took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, but Barty Crouch was demoted to become the deputy director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Umbridge, on the other hand, parachuted directly to serve as the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Fudge's order to Umbridge was to wait until after these two big games were over, and whenever he had the chance, to get Barty Crouch off his head!

It's better to find evidence of his corruption or other illegal activities, and let Barty Crouch go to Azkaban to spend his old age in peace!

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

In this age of materialistic desires, there are really too few wizards as kind as myself!

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu and Readers with tail number 8590 for their rewards!)