The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

In addition to Percy Weasley, after getting the N.E.W.T. results, he got a job in the International Magic Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic.

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

"You... hello, Penello." He stammered, "You... what are you?"

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

"Oh--"

There was a roaring sound behind Percy, and you don't need to look at it to know that it must be George and Fred.

"You... this... are you?" Percy's face looked a little ugly, "Ah, yes, you know? I'm now looking for a job at the Ministry of Magic. My boss is Barty Crouch, he Almost ascended to the Minister of Magic."

Speaking of his work, Percy's language immediately became fluent, and when Barty Crouch the old was mentioned, his tone seemed to mention the master of the world.

"By the way, I heard that your N.E.W.T. has gotten ten prizes, but among the new recruits at the Ministry of Magic, I didn't see your name." When he said this, he seemed to have a sense of superiority.

"Oh, yes," Penello yawned and said casually, "That's because I don't want to work for the Ministry of Magic for the time being. My boyfriend opened an alchemy shop to settle me. Well, this month's income. There are already tens of thousands of kalungs."

This number made Percy Weasley's face white and red, red and white, you know, Weasley's family is not rich, and money is always Percy's pain point.

Soon he left dingy.

Um. With so many acquaintances, everyone happily knows the sky. Everyone talks about Zhang Qiu's ability to join the Irish team and reach the World Cup finals all the way, especially Roger.

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

"We all know that you are the strongest player in the history of Ravenclaw." He looked a bit aggrieved. "I also have to admit that the Irish team played well. Malet, Troy and Moran are all great. A chaser, but if you can play, I dare to say that their previous opponents would never score a point."

"Oh, come on!" Ye Ting shrugged, "The Quidditch movement you know is no longer challenging for me. And Zhang Qiu is on the court? I taught her flying skills, but Helped her transform the flying broomstick. Doesn't her victory represent my victory?"

"Like Miss Granger?" George Weasley asked.

"Like Hermione." Ye Ting nodded.

"So a genius is a genius. He can not only win the championship himself, but also teach others how to win the championship." Fred was full of emotion, "When can you teach us?"

"He won't teach you." George said sarcastically. "You are not a beautiful girl."

"If I were," Fred said with a scratching gesture, and squeezed his throat, "I'm going to be her girlfriend."

"Hahaha."

A burst of laughter broke out immediately around.

As the afternoon passed, a kind of excitement filled the camp like a cloud that could be touched. At dusk, even the quiet summer air seemed to be tremblingly looking forward to it.

When the night shrouded like a curtain over hundreds of eagerly waiting wizards, the last trace of disguise disappeared: the Ministry of Magic seemed to succumb to the inevitable trend, no longer opposing people, and letting those who apparently used magic. Signs popped up everywhere.

Every few steps, hawkers appearing in apparitions descend from the sky, holding a sign, and pushing a trolley, which is full of weird toys.

There are luminous rose-shaped badges-green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria-and they can scream out the names of the players; there are green high hats decorated with shamrocks dancing in the wind; there are Bulgarian ribbons, The lions embroidered on it can really roar; there are the national flags of the two countries, waving their respective national anthems; there are also small models of firebolts that can really fly; there are statues of famous players for collection, and those small statues can be in you Walking up and down on the palm of his hand, a triumphant style.

When the three of them were walking leisurely through the vendors, Penello bought a dancing clover hat and a big green rose-shaped badge. She was one of the best Quidditch fans of the three. Ye Ting was right. Quidditch now has an indifferent attitude, but what about Hermione? On the one hand, she is not very good at flying. On the other hand, although she likes Quidditch a little bit, she rarely comes into contact with Quidditch news because she has always been in a Muggle family.

However, all three of them bought a small statue of the Irish team's seeker Zhang Qiu. The small Zhang Qiu didn't seem to like to stay in the hands of Hermione and Penello, but was very interested in Ye Ting. Soon, the three statues lined up in a row, lying on Ye Ting's shoulders.

"Well, now I start to hate them." Hermione murmured.

Penello nodded in agreement.

This made Ye Ting a little uncomfortable.

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Since Ludo Bagman also arranged the tickets, the boxes of Ye Ting and the Weasleys were next door.

Mr. Weasley led the way, holding the purchased items in their hands, they walked quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.

They could hear hundreds of people walking around, they could hear shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing. This kind of fanatical excitement is very contagious, and Ye Ting couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear when he heard that even Percy Weasley.

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

Looking around, only part of the magnificent golden wall around the stadium can be seen, but it is obvious that it is almost bigger than the future bird’s nest.

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

"The five hundred staff of the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for a whole year. Every inch of this place has been casted on the Muggle expulsion curse. During this year, whenever the Muggles approach here, they will suddenly think of a hundred thousand urgent things. Go away... God bless them."

After a while, they squeezed to the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by many yelling wizards.

"First-class ticket." The witch of the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at their ticket and said, "The top box! Go upstairs and reach the top."

The stairs leading to the gymnasium were covered with a purple-red carpet. They climbed up the stairs with the crowd, and finally reached the top of the stairs.

They came to a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, and facing the golden goal post. There are about twenty purple and gilded chairs here, divided into two rows. But Ye Ting had only three people here, and it seemed that Bagman had tried to get Ye Ting's forgiveness.

And the next door is obviously not like this. The Ron family and Harry's box came in one after another. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people. Those people looked like a great wizard with great standing. Percy hurriedly stood up again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in spines.

When the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge arrived, Percy bowed too low and his glasses fell to the ground and shattered. He was so embarrassed that he repaired the lenses with his wand, and then sat blankly in his seat. When Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look at Harry.

Fudge held Harry's hand kindly like a father, asked him about him, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

"Harry Potter, you know," he told the Bulgarian Minister of Magic aloud—the man was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim and he didn't seem to understand a word of English.

"Harry Potter... Oh, think about it, you should know who he is... It's the boy who escaped from the mysterious man's hands... You must know who he is?"

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed at it with excitement, and murmured loudly in his mouth.

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

"So, why does he pretend that he can't?" Hermione asked strangely.

"He probably thinks it's fun to make Fudge make gestures." Ye Ting shrugged with a smile.

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

Ye Ting smiled coldly at him, and he immediately turned his head like a scorpion stung, looking both angry and scared.

Hundreds of thousands of wizards are taking their seats one after another, and the seats are arranged in a ladder-shaped upwards around the oval gymnasium. Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself. From their condescending position, the playing field looked as smooth as velvet.

On both sides of the arena are three pitching rings, fifty feet high; to their right, almost parallel to Ye Ting’s line of sight, is a huge blackboard with golden texts constantly flashing on it, as if An invisible giant hand scribbled on the blackboard, and then wiped them away.

Those flashing texts are all advertisements for the audience.

Then Ludo Bagman rushed into the next box.

"Are you all ready?" He said, his round face gleaming like a giant ball of cheese, "Minister-can you start?"