This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Early the next morning,

When Jorkins came to his workstation, he saw a leave approval slip.

The date above only states that it starts from July 10th, which is today, but does not state the end time.

She was stunned for a moment, as if she was trying to remember something.

take a vacation?

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Why take a vacation?

Are you going to travel somewhere?

Yes, Albania. I stopped by to visit my cousin who lives there.

She finally remembered that she had mentioned it to Bagman a while ago.

It seemed that this new boss was quite nice, unlike the ones she had encountered before who always tried to drive her away to other departments.

Recalling her years in the ministry, her nose couldn't help but feel a little sore.

When Bagman, humming a tune, walked into the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Jorkins rushed towards him with tears streaming down his face.

"Director! You are so kind to me!"

Bagman put his hands on her shoulders and forced a smile, "You deserve these holidays. You don't need to thank me like this."

"But if I take a vacation, the Quidditch World Cup thing..."

His expression changed drastically, "It's okay, I will handle it well."

Jorkins looked at his face full of tension and worry, and then glanced at his big hand holding his shoulder.

Could it be that...

Bagman didn't give her time to think, and pushed her to the office door in a hurry.

"Jorkins, just enjoy your vacation with peace of mind, and remember not to come back too early."

Before she could wake up from her fantasy, the door was slammed shut.

It turned out to be self-indulgent.

Jorkins glanced at the closed door, turned around and walked towards the elevator.

No matter what, he is still his boss, and he is kind enough to approve his leave.

Thinking about these things will only increase your worries. It is better to plan your travel route carefully.

Albania is located in the western part of the Balkan Peninsula in Southeast Europe, adjacent to Greece to the south, the Adriatic Sea to the west, and facing Italy across the Strait of Otranto. It is a country full of history and natural beauty.

You must go to Gjirokastra, the "Stone City", and Saranda, a seaside city, and Berat, known as the "City of a Thousand Windows," is also a must.

There are still many scenic spots left. Anyway, Bagman wants her to enjoy her vacation, so let's visit them all.

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The Quidditch World Cup is in full swing, and the projection equipment installed in wizarding circles around the world is no longer limited to broadcasting games in this region, but has begun to broadcast exciting events in the other five regions in a circular format.

This way of watching the game without being there in person is simply not that exciting.

Whenever night comes, the wizards will bring wine and snacks and sit around the magic projection.

However, gathering crowds means there is a risk of conflict, which no one can avoid.

In order to deal with emergencies during the World Cup, the magical governments of various countries have successively set up a special team dedicated to maintaining order.

Tonks, who wanted to take a leave of absence, was very unfortunate to be chosen.

This was an arrangement by her superiors, and she, a young Auror who had just become a full-time employee, could only choose to obey orders obediently.

He was submissive in front of the leaders and struck hard at the troublemaking fans.

Tonight's European match is between England and Belgium, and as expected it should be particularly lively.

The sun had just set, and many wizards were gathered around in front of Gwent's flagship store in Diagon Alley.

By 9:30 pm, the two nearby street corners were already packed with people.

Although there is also a broadcast in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, it is not as comfortable as here.

Tonks stood on the roof of Gwent's flagship store and looked down, suddenly having a premonition that something big was going to happen.

This is... awesome!

It's a good thing that the fans who made trouble recently didn't resist. If they did, she would deal with them first, and then leave them to Scrimgeour, who assigned her this "honorable" mission.

Sure enough, in less than 3 minutes after the game started, the English team lost 10 points.

The fans were shouting and blaming the goalkeeper for his incompetence.

Tonks lit up her orange-red hair, pulled out her wand and waited excitedly.

Two minutes later, the goalkeeper lost 10 points again.

"Damn you stupid guy! Can you throw such a simple ball? He's not as good as my 5-year-old son!"

"All the muscles are fucking in the brain! Even my 90-year-old grandma knows how to pick them up!"

"Damn England team! Is this the strongest team ever?"

Their curses were as beautiful as the sounds of nature to Tonks' ears.

If you keep scolding, it's better to start a fight, and then she can arrest someone.

The fans lived up to her expectations, with several staunch supporters of the England team standing up.

"Everyone, calm down first. The loss at the beginning does not determine anything."

"Yes, Belgium's advantage will soon be regained."

"Fart!" A fan stood up and cursed, pointing at the slow-motion replay in the light screen.

"Take a good look at this stupid goalkeeper. He lazily stretched out his hand to block the Quaffle when it was about to enter the goal. Even my grandfather who was about to enter the coffin reacted faster than him!"

Those staunch supporters of England's teams fell silent.

With such high-definition slow-motion playback, they couldn't find a good excuse even if they wanted to explain.

"Everyone must believe in the strength of the English team. After all, the game has just begun..."

"Believe your mother!" The scolding fan pointed at the light screen again, "Look, their chaser was deceived into taking away the Quaffle with a simple fake move!"

The quaffle that was snatched away from the light curtain drew a beautiful arc, flew over the big head of the England team's goalkeeper, and pounced straight into the goal behind him.

This time, even if I try to explain it forcefully, it won’t make sense.

"You guys are not the ones invited by the England team, are you?"

"I think so, I've never seen such a shameless person!"

"Guys, throw them out quickly!"

We were outnumbered, and our supporters were quickly surrounded.

Seeing that the conflict was about to break out, a slender figure fell from the sky.

Tonks jumped directly between them, her wand pointed at a fist-waving fan in front of her.

"What are you doing? Do you want to cause trouble?"

The fans did not retreat but advanced and surrounded her.

"Fuck the special team! I've tolerated you for a long time!"

Tonks raised her hand and cast a stun spell, "You, you, you, and all of you, all come with me!"

The one who was hit by the coma spell fell straight down, and those who were hit subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Those who know the current affairs are heroes. They are just locked up for one night, so why bother with the special team?

After Tonks took the person away, the fans at the scene seemed to be a lot more honest.

At least the voice is much quieter, but you still have to scold those who deserve it.

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