Chapter 157

In addition to Percy Weasley, after getting n.e.w.t. grades, he got a job in the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic.

When Percy saw Penello beside Ye Ting, his face immediately paled.

"You...Hello, Penello." He stammered, "You...you are this?"

"Oh, hi, Percy." Penello greeted casually, then took Ye Ting's arm, "As you can see, he is my boyfriend."

"Oh--"

There was a roar behind Percy, and without looking, it must be George and Fred.

"You... this... is it?" Percy's face looked a little ugly. "Ah, yes you know? I've got a job at the Ministry of Magic now, and my boss is Barty Crouch, he Nearly made it to the Minister of Magic once."

Speaking of his work, Percy's language immediately became smooth, and when he mentioned Barty Crouch Sr., his tone seemed to be referring to the master of the world.

"By the way, I heard that your n.e.w.t. got ten honors, but I didn't see your name among the new recruits to the Ministry of Magic." When he said this, he seemed to be full of superiority.

"Oh, yes," Penello yawned and said casually: "That's because I don't want to work at the Ministry of Magic for the time being. My boyfriend opened an alchemy item store to accommodate me, um, this month's income There are already tens of thousands of gallons."

This number made Percy Weasley's face turn white and red, red and white. You must know that the Weasley family is not rich, and money is always Percy's pain point.

Soon he left in despair.

Um. There are so many acquaintances, everyone is happy to know Tianlai, and everyone talks about Zhang Qiu joining the Irish team all the way to the final of the World Cup, especially Roger.

At the same time, he regretted that Ye Ting did not participate in the World Cup.

"We all know you're the best Ravenclaw player ever." Chaser, but if you can play, I dare say, their previous opponents can't get a single point."

"Oh, come on!" Ye Ting shrugged, "As you know, Quidditch is no longer challenging for me. And isn't Zhang Qiu on the field? I taught her flying skills, and also Helped her transform her broomstick. Wouldn't her victory be my victory?"

"Like Miss Granger?" George Weasley asked.

"Just like Hermione." Ye Ting nodded.

"So a genius is a genius. Not only can he win the championship himself, but he can also teach others how to win the championship." Fred said with emotion, "When can you teach us?"

"He won't teach you." George sarcastically said, "You're not a pretty girl."

"If I were," Fred said with a smug look, squeezing his throat, "I'd be her girlfriend."

"Hahaha."

There was a burst of laughter all around.

As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud. At dusk, even the silent summer air seems to be quivering with anticipation.

As the night hung like a curtain over the hundreds of eagerly awaiting wizards, the last vestiges of disguise disappeared: the Ministry of Magic seemed to succumb to the inevitable tendency to turn its back on people and allow those who clearly used magic Signs are popping up everywhere.

Every few steps, Apparitioned hawkers descended from the sky, carrying signatures and pushing carts filled with bizarre gadgets.

There are glowing rosettes—green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria—and screeching out the names of the players; tall green hats decorated with dancing clovers; Bulgarian belts, The lion embroidered on it can really roar; there are the national flags of the two countries, which will play their own national anthems when they are waved; there are also small models of firebolts that can really fly; He walked up and down the palm of his hand with a smug look.

When the three of them walked leisurely through the hawkers, Penello bought a dancing clover hat and a large green rose-shaped badge. She was one of the most worthy Quidditch fans among the three of them. Ye Ting was right. Quidditch is now in an indifferent attitude, but what about Hermione? On the one hand, she is not very good at flying, and on the other hand, although she likes Quidditch a little bit, but because she has been in a Muggle family, she is rarely exposed to Quidditch news.

However, all three of them bought a small statue of Ireland's Seeker Zhang Qiu. The small Zhang Qiu didn't seem to like being in the hands of Hermione and Penello. Instead, he was very interested in Ye Ting. Soon, the three statues lined up on Ye Ting's shoulders.

"Well, now I'm starting to hate them," Hermione muttered.

Penello nodded in agreement.

This made Ye Ting feel a little uncomfortable.

0219 Gym and Veela

Since the tickets were also arranged by Ludo Bagman, Ye Ting and the Weasley family's box were next door.

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone, clutching their purchases, walked briskly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.

They could hear hundreds of people walking around, shouting, laughter, and stuttering

's singing. This frenzied excitement was contagious, and Ye Ting couldn't help laughing from ear to ear when he heard that even Percy Weasley.

They walked in the woods for twenty minutes, laughing and joking loudly, and finally came out on the other side of the woods, when they found themselves in the shadow of a huge gymnasium.

Looking around, you can only see part of the magnificent golden wall around the arena, but it is obvious that it is almost bigger than the future bird's nest.

"It can hold a hundred thousand spectators," said Mr. Weasley, seeing the shocked expressions on their faces.

"The five hundred staff at the Ministry of Magic have been working on this for a whole year. Every inch of this place has a Muggle-repelling charm. Every time a Muggle gets close to this place during the year, they suddenly think of a hundred thousand urgent things, rushing walk away... God bless them."

After a while, they were crowded to the nearest entrance, which was already crowded with shouting wizards.

"First-class tickets," said the Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance, looking at their tickets. "Top Box! Keep going upstairs to the top."

The stairs leading to the gym are covered with a fuchsia carpet. They climbed the stairs with the crowd, and finally reached the top of the stairs.

They came to a small box at the top of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts. There are twenty or so purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows. But Ye Ting has only three people here. It seems that Bagman is also working hard to get Ye Ting's forgiveness.

And the next door is obviously not like this. Some people came in one after another in the box where the Ron family and Harry were sitting. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people. Those people looked like great wizards with great status. Percy stood up hastily again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a thorn-covered porcupine.

When the Minister for Magic, Connelly Fudge himself, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the ground and shattered. Embarrassed, he fixed the lens with his wand and sat dazed in his seat. When Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look at Harry.

Fudge took Harry's hand as lovingly as a father, greeted him, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

"Harry Potter, you know," he called out to Bulgaria's Minister for Magic—a man in a rich black velvet robe trimmed with gold, who didn't seem to understand a word of English.

"Harry Potter... oh, come to think of it, you should know who he is... the boy who escaped from the dead at the hands of You-Know-Who... You must know who he is?"

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed at it excitedly, murmuring loudly.

"Fudge, this idiot, he wants to use Harry Potter to expand his influence, and it seems that he has gone crazy." Ye Ting explained to the curious Hermione and Penello, "and, obviously, Bulgarian The Minister for Magic speaks English."

"Then why is he pretending not to?" Hermione asked strangely.

"He probably thought it would be fun to make Fudge draw gestures." Ye Ting shrugged with a smile.

As if hearing what he said, Fudge glanced and saw Ye Ting sitting in the adjacent box.

Ye Ting gave him a cold smile, and he immediately turned his head as if stung by a scorpion, looking both angry and scared.

Hundreds of thousands of wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats are arranged in a staircase pattern around the oval gymnasium. Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light that seems to come from the gym itself. From their commanding vantage point, the field looked velvety smooth.

There were three pitching hoops on each side of the arena, fifty feet high; to the right of them, almost parallel to Ye Ting's line of sight, was a huge blackboard with golden words flashing constantly on it, as if A giant invisible hand wrote swiftly on the blackboard and then wiped them away.

Those flashing words are advertisements for the audience to see.

Then, Ludo Bagman rushed into the box next door.

"Are you all ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister—can we begin?"

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