A day at Hogwarts

"Someone wants to kidnap Mr. Smith?"

The news soon reached the ears of the Minister of Magic.

Fudge said to Scrimgeour: "Quick, find out!"

Scrimgeour nodded and immediately turned around and strode away. It was obvious that he was a little excited.

The Ministry of Magic has an office on the Quidditch pitch, and Scrimgeour soon took the Aurors to find the Hogwarts students in the camp who were looking for Charles, and then asked them where the news came from.

"We are here to watch the game, what are you going to do!"

Daphne was the first one to be arrested, and then the entire Greengrass family was taken to the Ministry of Magic.

After receiving the news, Fudge pondered for a moment and said to Scrimgeour: "Rufus, they may just be a decoy on the surface. We cannot take it lightly."

Scrimgeour nodded and said, "The Greengrass family had some relationship with the Death Eaters in the past. This time the Death Eaters are going to attack Mr. Smith. They should be our pawns to test us."

Fudge thought for a while and said, "This means that those Death Eaters will definitely take big action. I guess it will be after the game."

"At that time, no matter who won, they would celebrate, and the lively scene gave them cover."

"Ignore the Greengrass family for now and focus on this."

Scrimgeour nodded, hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Should I inform Dumbledore?"

Fudge was conflicted.

He wanted this matter to be led entirely by the Ministry of Magic, without Dumbledore having anything to do.

On the other hand, he was a little worried about the trump card of those Death Eaters who were able to escape from Azkaban en masse. It might not be possible without Dumbledore to calm the situation.

In the end, it was the butt that decided the head. Fudge shook his head and said, "There is no need to inform him. I'm worried that the Death Eaters will give up their action after seeing him. It will be difficult to lure them out after missing this opportunity."

Scrimgeour understood the minister's little thoughts, but the reason was very good. If Dumbledore scared away the Death Eaters, all the previous work would be in vain.

"Rufus," Fudge said about another matter, "do you think Project Rotten Tooth should be... internal?"

Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment.

"Project Rotten Tooth" is an intelligence organization plan to be implemented by the Ministry of Magic recently, mainly used to collect foreign intelligence.

Because of today's incident with the Greengrass family, Fudge wondered whether he should go inward.

Scrimgeour immediately shook his head and rejected the minister's idea: "This is impossible, people will burn the Ministry of Magic!"

Seeing his firm denial, Fudge said, "Then just pretend I didn't say it."

There are too many messy things in the Ministry of Magic, such as the transfer of profits from the trade network of the Centaur Liaison Office, meetings at the Dancing Grass Restaurant, etc. It's just tacitly understood by everyone.

No one would feel good if someone stared at these things.

Fudge stood up from the sofa, waved his hand, and a maid figure flew next to him.

He said to Scrimgeour: "I'm going to deal with the Bulgarian Minister of Magic. Please take care of your safety."

"We would like to thank Charles. If it weren't for his children to serve as translators, there would be a lot of trouble at work."

Scrimgeour couldn't agree more.

Since the Quidditch World Cup, the biggest problem facing the Ministry of Magic has been wizards speaking various languages ​​around the world.

Charles asked Dancing Grass Restaurant to support a group of puppets to do translations, which greatly reduced the workload.

At the camp, the Weasleys were preparing lunch.

Although they could go to the Dancing Grass Restaurant, Arthur was used to being thrifty, and maybe he thought it was fun, so he made a bonfire and fried eggs and grilled sausages himself.

He also wanted to put some cans on the fire without opening them. Fortunately, Harry found out in time and prevented the cans from exploding.

Everyone gathered around to eat and chat, and Arthur said to the children: "Since Scrimgeour already knows about this, you don't have to worry about Charles' safety."

"There's still a lot of time before the game starts, so you can go around and play."

Harry and the others nodded.

But none of them knew that the "Smith" Scrimgeour mentioned during the conversation just now was Jack Smith. Harry and the others followed his words and instead of talking about Charles, they just said Smith.

Ever since, Scrimgeour also felt that it was abnormal for the Greengrass family to suddenly care about Smith. Combined with Jack's previous speech in the Three Broomsticks pub and the Ministry of Magic's plan, as well as the fact that the Greengrass family is one of the pure-blood families, a big mouthful The pot just fell from the sky.

These are not what Harry and the others care about, let's go play now.

In addition to the place where they previously set up stalls, there are many vendors from all over the world in the camp.

An Indian vendor just passed by and sold Arthur crispy yogurt balls, potato cakes stewed with pea sauce, curry samosas and Indian milk tea in English with an Indian accent.

Fortunately, Harry came back from fetching water and found out in time to stop Arthur's attempt.

In the afternoon, there were more and more vendors, and there were people selling souvenirs everywhere.

There were also some trinkets. Harry looked at them and said, "Charles is not here. Do you want to buy him some gifts?"

He was playing with a small model of the Firebolt he had just bought. It was only about the size of a finger and could fly around in front of and around him.

Hermione pointed to a stall with a Bulgarian flag on the owner's head and said: "I think he will like yogurt apple walnut dried fruit cake, yogurt cheese pie and walnut chocolate cake."

Ron complained: "Should I keep it for you?"

Hermione immediately said: "I definitely won't eat it secretly!"

Ron shrugged and said, "I don't know who just ate Irish potato pancakes, oatmeal cookies, soda muffins, apple pie, clover milkshakes..."

Hermione began to study the weather, and Harry held back his laughter.

When Hermione came over, Mr. Granger told Arthur not to let her eat too many sweets. Molly strictly followed the doctor's orders, which made her feel choked up recently.

Ron said, "It's strange, why do you like sweets so much."

Hermione said seriously, "Thinking with the brain is also very energy-consuming. When you are tired, you will be hungry. When you are hungry, sweet things can easily restore your strength."

Harry said, "That's true. We all eat chocolate and other candies to replenish energy before playing games."

Ron curled his lips and said, "I heard from Charles that overusing the brain will cause hair loss. The hair on the top of the head will fall off, leaving only a circle on the side."

Harry had heard about it, and looked at the top of Hermione's head with some concern.

Hermione glared at them and said, "Dumbledore didn't lose his hair."

Ron immediately said, "Because he is too smart, his brain has never been overused."

Harry thought it made sense.

While the three were talking, Hermione not only bought Bulgarian desserts, but also bought Norwegian waffles and almond cake rings from the stall next to them.

"Ouch!"

Hermione's dessert was confiscated by someone with a familiar knife.