Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 158 Remembering Dumbledore

Hermione was worried at first.

She has seen many car accidents, bloody scenes, almost one of the biggest shadows of her childhood.

But after the motorcycle went to the sky, Hermione found that it was a completely different experience from that on the ground.

Flying in the air, there is no road constraint, and there is no need to worry about losing control of the speed and colliding with others - Sirius is nearly 200 meters away from them, and he is riveting all his strength, clamoring to beat Harry hard.

And there was no reference, Hermione was sitting in the back seat and couldn't see the dashboard, only the white clouds rolled by from time to time, or a few owls who were frightened by them.

It is also difficult for her to feel how fast the speed is. There is a windproof spell on the motorcycle, and she can only feel a warm breeze blowing.

Flying through the air, Harry was on par with Sirius.

As soon as they arrived at the camp, the two fell back to the ground and galloped on the road when there was no one around - this time the Quidditch World Cup, the camp provided for wizards is the property of ordinary people, they have to behave a little more peacefully Some.

Even though he hasn't touched a motorcycle for more than ten years, Sirius' skills are still superb, which is not comparable to that of a novice like Harry who has only been riding for more than a month.

It is obviously carrying people, but in the hands of Sirius, he seems to be the only one on the motorcycle, bending and shifting, and cutting through the forest.

He pulled Harry away a full five positions.

After he parked his motorcycle, took off his helmet, and gracefully assumed the victor's posture, Harry stopped slowly beside him.

"Hey, Harry, let me tell you that you are still a little bit worse." Sirius poked his hand excitedly, "I've been thinking of doing this for a long time. When you go to school this year, I will definitely cross the Pacific Ocean once."

"Please don't take me with you." Lupine lay on the motorcycle, weakly.

Harry said blankly, "Then Godfather, you have to think about the Ministry of Magic first, they will definitely make trouble."

Sirius nodded seriously, rubbing his chin in thought.

Hermione sighed, she was slightly better than Lupin, Harry was not as "brave" as Sirius, and drove in a well-behaved manner, she just had a pale face, and she was not like Lupine who almost lost half his life look.

They were received by an ordinary person named Roberts, and received their number plates, which were tents booked a few days ago, and a floor plan of the camp.

The carnival of wizards is almost a disaster for ordinary people.

Roberts' face was pale and his eyes were blurry, which was obviously a symptom of being cast for many times by the Forgetting Curse.

Wizards like Sirius and Arthur who have some understanding of the world of ordinary people are a minority after all. Most of them have almost no understanding of ordinary people, and they make many ridiculous jokes, so that Harry wonders whether these people's brains are What is the problem.

It is not easy to use ordinary people's currency, but no matter which currency, the denomination is clearly written on it.

And wizards with bad clothes.

Although there was indeed some difference between the costumes of ordinary people and the robes of wizards, Harry felt that it should not be so big that a normal person could not tell the difference between skirts and trousers, or even pajamas and normal clothes.

And, wizards who have grown up in Great Britain all their lives can even wear South American styles, and they are plausible, "I can guarantee that Muggles dress like this. I've seen them on TV."

Their tent was at the edge of the camp, in gold and red, with a huge griffin crest on top, in stark contrast to the other colorful tents embroidered with the crests of the two Quidditch teams.

"It's a pity that Muggles are watching, if only the lion could move." Sirius sighed.

"That's good." Harry walked in first.

The space in the tent was much larger than it looked from the outside, it could almost be said to be a small house, with four bedrooms for the four of them, two bathrooms, and a kitchen.

Harry and Hermione got busy.

They had been flying almost all night and now they were hungry and needed something to eat.

Sirius and Lupine were out cleaning, and although the house was clean, they had to find something to do, or they would really look like "incompetent adults" with two children to take care of them.

After dinner, they came out of the tent.

Saw many acquaintances.

The Weasleys came too, and they were using Portkeys, and it wasn't a pleasant ride, as the two footprints on Ron's face showed.

Arthur introduced him to many people.

Cuthbert Mockridge, the director of the Goblin Liaison Office, is very enthusiastic about Harry, and a wizard with horns, Gilbert Whymper, is a member of the Experimental Spells Committee, even if Harry is still He was just a little wizard in the fourth grade, so he sent an invitation to Harry, hoping that after he graduated, he would consider joining the Experimental Spell Committee.

There are also a few amnestics, they are the busiest group of people, even if they want to, they don't have time to say hello to Harry.

And Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, who is even more enthusiastic about Harry.

"Mr. Potter, you are very famous. I have wanted to meet you for a long time." Ludo opened his arms eagerly, "I heard that you are an extremely good Seeker, even some professional players can't compare to you."

Harry took a step back: "Sorry, I don't like cuddling with men."

Ludo withdrew his arm in embarrassment: "Are you considering becoming a professional Quidditch player in the future? I used to be a batsman for the Wimbledon Hornets, and I'm their legend, if you want"

"I love Quidditch," Harry replied tactfully, "but I don't think of it as a career."

Ludo sighed: "That's really a pity for Quidditch."

"Don't talk about it, do you want to play?"

His eyes became as hot as his tone, and he waved his hands, revealing his real purpose.

"Playing?" Harry was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

Ludo stretched out his finger and made a gesture representing money: "It's just to place a bet on the game, do you want to come?"

"I've convinced many people, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, and Arthur, are you coming?"

He didn't even glance at Lupine.

"Then I'll be a Galleon, and Ireland wins." Arthur hesitated for a long time before saying a word.

Ludo's tone was disappointed: "A Garen?"

"Okay, Arthur, one Galleon, Ireland wins." He waved his wand, and recorded in his notebook with a quill, then turned to look at Harry and Sirius, "Then gentlemen, you want a ?"

Sirius whispered to Fred and George, raised his head after a while, and took out a bag of Galleons from his robe: "I'll give you two hundred Galleons!"

Ludo's eyes lit up.

Sirius went on: "Ireland will win, but Viktor Krum will catch the Snitch."

Ludo was taken aback, and his tone became more enthusiastic: "Mr. Black, I have to remind you that this is almost impossible, although I can give you very high odds, what do you think of six times?"

"No problem." Sirius responded, "We are very confident."

He pulls Fred and George.

Arthur's face was a little ugly: "Sirius, you shouldn't listen to two children"

"They're not kids anymore!" Sirius shook his head. "They're smart, and they're good Quidditch players. I trust them."

Fred yelled, "Dad, we have our own ideas, and Mr. Black didn't pay for it alone."

"We took out half of it." George said, suddenly paused, thought of something, and quickly turned his head to look at Harry, "Of course, we didn't take the money from Weasley's joke workshop, we earned it after selling fireworks. , the part that belongs to both of us."

Harry nodded.

Arthur lowered his voice: "It's not easy for you to make money. You only have."

"Arthur, don't be so disappointing, it's just a game." Ludo shook his head and blocked Arthur's words, "Then Mr. Potter, do you want to have fun?"

Harry refused decisively: "No."

"Really? Maybe you can bet on Bulgaria. Krum is not inferior to your Seeker." Ludo said bewitchingly.

Harry continued to shake his head.

Ludo didn't persuade anymore, and Sirius on the side had already started to grin his teeth.

They then chatted a lot.

Ludo is looking for Barty Crouch, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, an excellent wizard who can speak more than 200 languages, and also talked about a witch named "Bertha Jorkins". She was somewhat dissatisfied.

He doesn't mind his men fishing in troubled waters.

But at such an important moment of the Quidditch World Cup, this witch disappeared, and the Sports Department had not many people. Once she disappeared, other tasks would have to be piled up on others. Although this witch with a poor brain, Disappearance is common.

This shocked Harry.

Can Ministry of Magic officials still disappear from time to time, not on duty?
And according to Ludo, his punishment for Bertha Jorkins was at most just a few words of scolding.

Hermione was also shocked.

No wonder the Ministry of Magic always has problems. With such a system, how could it be better.

It was not until Ludo was called away that they were able to find time to continue visiting the camp. The Weasley family is not as short of money as before. Charlie and Bill are both excellent, and their current wages are high enough to support the camp. home.

Percy also officially became a member of the Ministry of Magic this year. Although he is only a small employee, he still has a salary.

George and Fred were the richest in the family. Their joke workshop was very popular. In just one month, they made a net profit of [-] Galleons, even if they had to share it with Harry. , They also have hundreds of Galleons in their hands.

Ron and Ginny got pocket money from their two older brothers, twenty Galleons each.

I made a lot of purchases, including team souvenirs, binoculars for watching games, and figure models.

Ron carefully held Krum's model with hot eyes.

It always made Harry and Hermione, involuntarily, think of something.

(End of this chapter)