Chapter 307 [Palace-like tent]
The smog in the swamp at night is very heavy.
Perhaps because of the coldness, Penelo hugged Yang An's arms tightly.
Seeing the softness through the clothes, Yang An turned his head and looked at his senior sister.
Penello tilted his head and said openly, "Your body is warmer, like a hot stove. I don't understand, you look different from those of your peers."
"Why are the difference?" Yang An asked with a smile, and the two of them were walking on a somewhat muddy country road.
Because too many people walked by, the path was already trampled and the swamp next to it was no different. You could fall into half the soles of your feet with one foot.
It can only be said that this is very consistent with the wizard. Although he is capable of doing better, he still remains similar to the sloppy and weirdness that centuries ago.
If this Quidditch World Cup was held in the East, it would have been completely different.
At least Yang An doesn't have to worry about mud on his boots. "I don't know." Penelo just expressed his feelings.
"Appearance?"
Yang An said, pulling Penelo's hand and signaling her to bypass the road ahead.
After the two of them bypassed, Yang An waved his hand.
"Peng!"
A purple smoke rose. "It seems that someone is having a prank here." Yang An raised his eyebrows. This was a magical danger, but it was no harm, it was just a prank.
If you just went up, you would probably be shocked by the sound of explosions and smoke.
Penello frowned his beautiful eyebrows and said unhappy, "It must be a wizard from other countries. After the last Quidditch World Cup final, the two sides quarreled and almost turned into a wizard melee!"
Such things are not uncommon in the history of Quidditch competitions that have been through more than a thousand sessions.
Yang An shook his head, "I don't think so. It's probably a boring child who used a prank toy bought from Diagon Alley."
This kind of prop is very similar to the work of the Weasley twins.
It is worth mentioning that although Yang An is not very popular with Gryffindor students, his relationship with the twins is not bad, mainly because Yang An generously sponsored them to conduct research on their respective magic props.
These two brothers are indeed very talented, and it would be a pity not to develop. Instead of using them on prank props, it would be better if they could become alchemists.
Many of the existing magic props are old antiques from a long time ago. It seems that modern wizards are not very interested in making magic props.
Maybe it's peace that has been too long.
Yang An is different. Although he made a lot of money, he did not hold it in his hands or deposit it in Guling Pavilion, but continued to spend it and funded many industries, including Luna's father, the so-called singing opposite.
How good is this name, and it sings the opposite tune, and the content is all made up of imagination.
Yang An gave Luna's father some suggestions, it would be better to sing a counter-topic with the Ministry of Magic and dig out all the secrets they hid.
Just when Yang An was thinking divergently.
Penello laughed, "That's right, it's just how you are now that I feel that you are different."
As he said, Penelo turned around and taught Yang An with confidence, so that he could drive himself like a captain, and she walked in a retreat position.
Penello's azure eyes stared at the smiling Yang An and said softly.
"You think like an adult, you have Slytherin's calmness and a keen sense of wealth, Ravenclaw's wisdom and elegance, and you have no lack of Gryffindor's courage and powerful strength."
"I used to think that as a Muggle wizard, you would be bullied when you entered Slytherin, or try to get rid of this identity, but you showed Hufflepuff's tolerance for wizards of different identities." Yang An smiled, and he didn't expect to hear this aria-like compliment from Penelo. "I'm not that good." "No, I think you might become the student leader of the entire school in a few years." Penelo shook his head and denied Yang An's modesty.
She has very accurate intuition and is also very accurate in her viewing.
Since knowing Yang An and coming into contact with him, Penelo believes that he has a certain understanding of this man, no, the boy is surprised by it, but Yang An can continue to bring her more, as if a bottomless pit with hidden secrets aroused Penelo's curiosity about this boy, and seduced her to continue to explore. "You mean the president of the Student Union?" Yang An said casually, pulling Penelo's right hand, and she moved her body, just avoiding a stumbling block. "No, it's the leader, just like Dumbledore." Penelo corrected Andrew Yang. "Dumbledore like that? I thought you wanted to say that the mysterious man."
When hearing the word "Mysterious Man", Penelo was obviously a little scared.
Yang An shook his head. Voldemort did nothing to join the Communist Party. At best, he was a crappy terrorist. From the beginning of his spread of white terror, his future had already determined, and there was no possibility of whitewashing the rule.
Why do wizards still be so scared?
It can only be said that the wizards are still too comfortable and have no natural enemies. Even the more evil black wizards are only a few, most of them are captured by the Ministry of Magic and imprisoned in the Azkaban.
That's why I'm so afraid of Voldemort. "No, you are different from Voldemort. Although you seem cold and arrogant to others, I know you won't do this." Penelo denied.
At this moment, the camp finally showed its outline from the mist and the camp gate arrived.
Yang An signaled Penelo to turn around, and the two of them temporarily ended the topic.
As for whether he will become Voldemort
Haha, the person Voldemort killed is probably not as many as Yang An’s fingers.
Some wizards in black robes and high hats stood at the camp gate, but the silver emblem world tree pattern was printed on the chest of their clothes.
They were patrolling around, staring at the surroundings with sharp eyes.
The movements are capable and without saying a word. It can be seen that they are very particular about walking and are a group of people with orderly training.
Penello has never seen such a person, which is completely different from those Aurors who have fierce auras or seemingly lazy.
She noticed the silver world tree patterns and felt that this pattern seemed to have been seen somewhere.
Penello didn't wait for him to remember.
I saw the patrol security personnel looking at the two of them.
To be precise, he looked at Yang An. "Mr. Consultant!" In Penelo's surprised gaze, one of the middle-aged men with scars on his face, which seemed to be difficult to mess with, quickly stepped forward and even took off their hats and saluted respectfully to Yang An beside her.
"It's honor to see you, but I didn't expect you to come to watch the World Cup too."
The tone and expression of the middle-aged man surprised Penelo, but he didn't expect that he would respect Yang An so much.
Looking at Yang An again, he naturally recognized this middle-aged man, or this group of people, all taught by his clone, so he naturally added some materials to them with his will, such as Yang An, complete loyalty to Birmingham Company, etc. So this wouldn't be surprising. "Mr. Lulundo, I didn't expect to see you here." Yang An stretched out his hand and shook hands with the middle-aged man.
The other party's respect for Yang An was due to the influence of his will, and on the other hand, Yang An provided them with opportunities to work.
These people are former mixed-race wizards or Muggle wizards.
You should know that the magic world in the UK is not big, and there are only a few jobs, all of which are left for pure-blooded wizards.
These mixed-race and Muggle wizards with lower default status may not do some hard and tiring work.
Or they could only go to some shops to do odd jobs, or they could not find a job at all, or even become a black wizard wandering on the brink of crime.
Most Muggle wizards or mixed-race wizards can only return to Muggle society, hide their wizard identity and cannot be discovered by others.
Yang An recruited a large number of Muggle and mixed-race wizards and gave them generous rewards and job opportunities.
Whether it is pure or mixed-blood, magic can still be used with a magic wand.
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So these Muggles and mixed-race wizards naturally have a good impression of him. "It was a cooperation negotiated by Mr. Bock with the Minister." Mr. Lulundo explained with a high hat.
"The Ministry of Magic does not have enough manpower. It is too tight to hold such a large gathering. After all, thousands of foreign wizards came here. The minister was worried that the gang fights that occurred in the Czech game again and hired a large number of company personnel to help."
It was their duty, just to guard this relatively high-end camp, so that these big figures watching the game could feel comfortable and would not encounter any trouble.
Yang An nodded, and he recognized Boke's ability to make money and his sensitive sense of opportunity.
"Did Mr. Bock give everyone a bonus?"
"Of course, Mr. Lulundo nodded, "not only has the bonus, but also has twice as much overtime pay than usual. We are all very satisfied and have a vacation."
On the side, the more Penelo watched the communication between the two, the more surprised she was. Now she understood why Yang An said that she could arrange her job for her.
After Yang An finished chatting with Lulundo, after Lulundo enthusiastically guided his tent.
The two walked into the camp, and Penelo shook his head and sighed, "Now I think you can compete with the Minister of Magic in the future. How did you do it?"
Yang An smiled without saying a word.
Looking around, you can see that the camp is decorated very beautifully, with appropriate distances between the tents, as well as some green plants, paved stone roads, etc., but the tent is a bit weird.
Some tents like yurts, and some are double-layered, and are decorated with chimneys and other decorations. You can see the styles of the world, and you can find everything.
As well as some luxurious tents with noble heraldry on the outside, they come with their own back gardens, and even fountains.
It looks exaggerated.
But this was not the most luxurious one. When Yang An led Penelo to the tent prepared for him by Bock.
This can no longer be described as a simple tent. It is simply a small palace, or an palace where the emperor travels.
It is magnificent, with a thick gate alone four or five meters high, and long marble steps. On the carpet in front of the palace, there are even a few gorgeous male peacocks walking, dragging their long tail feathers.
The above is a huge balcony similar to the Queen's Coronation meeting the people, where you can take a look at the full view of the camping area. "Is this where we want to live?" When Penelo saw this luxurious palace, all kinds of curiosity in his heart were wiped out, his eyes were confused and surprised, and he looked at Yang An with strange eyes.
"Should."
Yang An couldn't hold back his smile. Although he knew that Boke was kind, living here was too ostentatious. "It's just a place to live." Yang An said silently.
Penello repeated, "Just where to live? I think you may be the illegitimate son of the Queen of Muggle."
Yang An raised his face, "This is an insult to me."
He couldn't have worked hard on himself?
Penelo chuckled and held Yang An's hand, "Then my majesty, it's time to go back to the palace."
She couldn't wait to go in and take a look.
Before entering the palace.
Yang An noticed a look.
When he turned his head and looked, he found that in front of a very standard and ordinary tent not far away, a small low figure was busy trimming the branches of the green plants outside.
Household elves, former goblins, were brainwashed after being enslaved by humans, and their slavigilance has reached a deep-rooted state.
But it seems that it is not the one who peeks at Yang An.
As for who it was, Yang An had already guessed it in his heart. He turned his head silently and walked into the palace tent with Penelo.
And at the elf in the house, it was erecting a wooden sign that was half a body taller than it.
"Barty Crouch!"
The space in the tent was larger than Yang An imagined.
If it looks like a tent from the outside, then the inside is completely different.
What appeared in front of the two was a spacious hall that was extremely vast enough to accommodate 100 people to hold a dance party here. The ceiling was more than ten meters high from the ground. Bright crystal lamps illuminated the surroundings, and their own famous paintings were hung on the walls, but they could move.
The long steps are paved with red carpets, and along the handrails to the second floor, there are rows of rooms, almost twenty or thirty.
"This is like a real palace." Although Penelo knew that magic would be used in the tent to expand the internal scope, he did not expect that when he came back to the inside of a real palace, this luxury was beyond imagination.
"Let's find a room to live in." Yang An shrugged.
Penello was curious about every room and wanted to go and see it.
The result also satisfies her, and there seems to be an expansion spell being cast inside each room.
The styles are different, and there is a comfortable hall with fireplace, bathroom, bathroom, bathroom, bathroom, spacious master bedroom with balcony and study full of books. "I even want to stay here forever." Penelo secretly observed Yang An's expression when he spoke.
"If you want, you can live alone. After all, I have to go to Hogwarts."
Yang An's answer made Penelo a little dissatisfied, but he had no choice but to stretch out her smooth and fair arms, hugged Yang An's arms, and stared at him with her beautiful blue eyes as blue as gems.
"At least let me enjoy the feeling of being a queen for a day first." That's what she said.
Yang An replaced language with actions.
"If you want, we can try all the rooms."
"Oh no, I will be broken." Penelo widened his eyes and looked at Yang An incredible. He was simply a tyrannosaurus. (The end of this chapter)