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Using the magical cara, Darren clearly saw Barty Crouch escorting his son away from the stadium.
Barty Crouch Jr. had escaped once before…
So how did he end up back in his father's hands again?
Did he sneak out on his own?
Darren was surprised.
It seed the loyal Death Eaters still weren't completely brainless.
But after being imprisoned for so many years, it was only natural that Crouch Jr. had beco reckless and impatient.
"Alright, kids! Ti to go inside!"
Mr. Weasley shouted excitedly.
Everyone's faces lit up as they followed him eagerly.
The stadium was enormous.
According to Mr. Weasley, it could hold over 100,000 people.
To prepare for this World Cup, the Ministry of Magic had spent a full year relocating Muggles and clearing land to construct such a massive venue.
"First-class tickets!"
The witch at the entrance checked their tickets and smiled.
"Top-floor private box, straight inside and up the stairs!"
They hurried inside.
When they entered the box—
"Dobby!"
Harry suddenly exclaid.
Darren followed Harry's gaze.
A house-elf was sitting inside the box.
"He looks exactly like Dobby," Harry whispered.
The elf stood up in shock.
"Oh! Sir knows Dobby? My na is Flash!"
The elf stared at Harry's forehead—then scread:
"YOU'RE HARRY POTTER!"
Harry imdiately waved his hands.
"N-No, sorry! I thought you were soone else! I just knew a house-elf nad Dobby… I was mistaken!"
At the ntion of Dobby, Flash's expression darkened.
"I know Dobby! That traitor was thrown out by his master! Now he talks about 'freedom' all day—disgusting!
I've never seen such a disgraceful house-elf!
He betrayed his owner!
May he die horribly!!"
Harry and Darren both stiffened.
This conversation was getting uncomfortable very quickly.
Darren quietly sat down, pretending not to hear anything.
Soon, wizards began entering the box one after another.
The first to arrive was an elderly wizard.
Just as he walked in and spotted Darren, his eyes lit up.
"Oh! Mr. Darrenport, isn't it?
I admire your Squib-to-Wizard potion imnsely!
I still have several questions I'd like to ask you—"
Darren internally scread.
He just wanted to sit quietly and watch the match…
But as a little Holy Father, refusal was not in his nature.
So he endured it.
The old wizard asked one question after another.
Darren answered carefully and completely.
Thankfully, the system supplied knowledge automatically.
Otherwise, he would have been exposed on the spot.
Soon more wizards joined the discussion.
Not only did they ask about the Squib transformation potion…
Even his improved Wolfsbane Potion beca the subject of questioning.
Darren was practically being examined like an exhibit.
Then a loud voice interrupted:
"What are you all doing gathered here—ah! President Kent?!"
Cornelius Fudge had arrived.
He originally looked irritated—
Until one familiar face made him freeze.
Then another.
And another.
Finally, his eyes landed on Darren.
Annoyance flashed across Fudge's face.
Every ti he t this boy, trouble followed.
But the mont he noticed the old wizard beside Darren—
His expression changed instantly.
He rushed over with exaggerated politeness.
"P-President… I never expected you to be here!"
President?
Darren blinked.
President of what?
But he kept his polite smile.
"Good evening, Minister Fudge."
The old wizard smiled gently.
"Oh, we won't cause you any inconvenience, Minister. If this is inappropriate, we'll leave imdiately."
Fudge nearly had a heart attack.
He waved his hands rapidly.
"No, no! How could that be?!
If you'd like, I can arrange a private box for academic discussion!"
The flattery was unbelievable.
After the "president" declined, Fudge imdiately left—
Taking a large group of Ministry officials with him.
The entire box suddenly felt much emptier.
The old wizard looked at Darren apologetically.
"Forgive the disturbance.
Let introduce myself properly.
I am Rupert Yarman, President of the Wizarding World Union.
It is a pleasure to et you."
Darren's scalp tingled.
Wizarding World Union?
Wasn't that basically the magical United Nations?
"No wonder Fudge folded like paper," Darren thought.
Rupert Yarman placed a key in Darren's hand.
"This is an honor granted by the Union.
Thank you for what you have done for the Squib community."
With that, he departed.
Mr. Weasley rushed over excitedly.
He stared at the key in Darren's hand, stunned.
"Oh my God…
That's a Union Seat Key!
Darren, you've received official recognition from the Wizarding World Union!
The Minister of Magic—
Whether in Britain or any country—
Must be approved by them.
Without their recognition…
A minister isn't considered legitimate."
Darren stared at the key.
So that's why Fudge acted like he'd seen a ghost.
This thing was terrifyingly powerful.
Darren carefully pocketed the key.
Then, with a worried expression, he looked at Mr. Weasley.
"Mr. Weasley…
If I keep this, will it affect you?
Will Minister Fudge give you trouble?
If this causes you any harm…
Please tell imdiately.
I'd give this key to you without hesitation.
You and Mrs. Weasley are family to .
I don't want anyone to suffer because of anymore."
[Ding, Father Value 100]
[Ding, Father Value 100]
[Ding, Father Value 100]
[Ding...]
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