New Professor at Hogwarts

"No, the Lovegoods were there a week ago, and the Fawcetts didn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "As far as I know, there's no one else in the area, right, Arthur?" ?”

"As far as I know, there should be none," Mr. Weasley replied.

"Okay, then there is less than a minute left, let us all take our places." Xia Ran said.

Harry and Hermione suddenly looked confused.

"You all need to touch the door key, just like this, just hold out a finger - there are too many of us - everyone squeezes in and tries to let everyone touch the door key." Xia Ran explained road.

Since everyone was carrying large bulging backpacks, the ten of them managed to gather around the old boot that Amos Diggory was holding.

This scene looks a little weird.

Ten people, men and women, old and young, including three adults, gathered tightly in a circle, holding on to a tattered old boot in the dim light, quietly waiting for something, a cold blast. The breeze blew in the early morning, and no one said anything, but if a Muggle happened to walk by at this time, what a weird scene it would be...

"Three..." Mr. Weasley lowered his eyes, glanced at his pocket watch, and muttered in a low voice, "Two...one..."

Soon after, Xia Ran suddenly felt something pushing hard behind him, or some rope in front of him pulling him tightly. In an instant, his feet lifted off the ground and he flew up.

His vision was hazy and he couldn't see anything, but he could feel Ginny and Cedric beside him, their shoulders bumping against his from time to time.

Moreover, the old boot seemed to have a magical power - indeed there was a magic power - pulling him tightly, and the fingers touching the old boot seemed to be stuck, and he could not get rid of it at all - although Xia Ran had no idea of ​​getting rid of it. After all, this was a portkey journey, and there was no place to complain if something went wrong.

At this time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw countless tents in the distance, colorful and green, like mountains with bright summer flowers.

Snapped!

He also saw Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny fall to the ground, and the portkey also fell to the ground.

Xia Ran, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric were barely still standing, but their hair was disheveled and askew due to the wind.

"Five and seven, from Stoat Mountain." A relatively deep voice said.

Xia Ran raised his eyes and saw that this was a swamp area that was filled with hazy fog and looked extremely desolate. In front of the group of people, stood two tired and gloomy wizards. One of them was holding a large piece of gold. table, the other holding a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

Both men were dressed like Muggles - what they thought Muggles looked like - the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit and a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes; his colleague , the man with the parchment and quill, mixed a Scottish custom skirt with a South American cloak.

"Good morning, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, picking up the old boot and handing it to the kilted wizard.

The man threw the old boots directly into a large box next to him, which contained used door keys. Xia Ran also saw an old newspaper, an empty can and a football full of holes.

"Hello, Arthur." Mr. Basil said tiredly, "Not on duty? Well, good luck, good luck... We were here all night yesterday, but you'd better get out of the way, five o'clock A large group of people will be coming from the Black Forest in a moment."

"Wait a minute, let me find out where your camp is? Weasley... Weasley..."

Mr. Basil searched for it on the parchment list and said: "Go about a quarter of a mile, and the first field in front is. The camp administrator is Mr. Roberts. Xia Ran, let me look for your camp... …”

As a former member of the Ministry of Magic, Xia Ran and Basil also knew each other, although they were not very familiar with him.

Xia Ran smiled and said: "No need to look for it, Basil. I can come to the Quidditch World Cup because of Mr. Weasley's favor. I am with them."

"I see," said Basil, "Mr. Diggory, you're not coming with us, are you?"

"No, I booked the tickets myself. It's a big bag of gold galleons. It's really heartbreaking, but the Quidditch World Cup is always worth it," said Mr. Diggory.

"Okay, Mr. Diggory...well, you are in the second field, looking for Mr. Payne." Mr. Basil said.

"Thank you, Basil."

The group walked through the desolate swamp area. Thick fog obscured their vision and almost nothing could be seen.

After walking for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of everyone, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone house, hundreds of strange-shaped tents were erected, and they went up the gentle slope of the large field. It extended to the depths of a dark forest on the horizon.

Sharon and Mr. Weasley said goodbye to Diggory and his son and walked towards the door of the stone house.

There was a man standing at the door, looking back at the tents. He was the only real Muggle in this large area.

To be honest, Xia Ran couldn't figure out why the Ministry of Magic would arrange for a Muggle to be the camp administrator here? Can't Muggles see the strangeness in the many wizards coming and going?

Wouldn't it be much more convenient to find a random wizard in the Ministry of Magic to fill this position? There is no need to cast the forgetting spell at any time.

It can only be said that the planners of the Ministry of Magic have something in their minds.

The man heard the footsteps of Xia Ran and his group, and immediately turned his head to look at them.

"Good morning, sir, are you Mr. Roberts?" Xia Ran greeted.

"Good morning." Mr. Weasley looked even more energetic.

"Good morning. That's right, I'm Roberts." Mr. Roberts asked, "Who are you?"

"Weasley - the two tents were booked two days ago, are they available?" Mr. Weasley said.

"Yes," Mr. Roberts said, looking at a list posted on the door. "You have a place by the woods where you can stay for only one night, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Weasley replied.

"Well, can you pay it now?" Mr. Roberts said.

"Ah, okay, no problem." Mr. Weasley said. He took a few steps back and left the small stone house, motioning for Harry to come to him and help him count the money.

The currency used in the wizarding world is not consistent with the Muggle world.

Seeing this, Xia Ran shook her head even more at the Ministry of Magic's decision to use Muggles as administrators.

Don't they know about the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy? Or do they know and don't mind at all?

However, this is a grand event in the wizarding world, the Quidditch World Cup. Why should we use Muggle currency to pay fees? Shouldn't it be wizard currency?

Xia Ran felt that there might be something he didn't understand, but he was too lazy to think about it. It had nothing to do with him anyway, and he was no longer an employee of the Ministry of Magic.