Harry Potter: Transmigrated Detective Link

After waiting unwillingly for a while longer, until daylight was fully bright, Link finally gave up.

"How about… we go stroll around the regular camping area?"

Seeing Link's dejected face, Emily suggested tentatively.

Because tens of thousands of people were crowded together living there, over these past two months the regular camping sites had already developed a temporary commercial system.

Many merchants from all over the world had come, selling all sorts of strange things, as well as daily necessities.

And by this time of day, that place had already started becoming lively.

Emily's proposal was quickly welcomed by Mrs. Flamel. Even Rolf, who had been hiding quietly to the side, came out upon hearing it, his eyes full of expectation as he looked at Link.

Seeing this, what else could Link say? He could only sigh and agree.

The area occupied by the Quidditch World Cup final venue was originally a camping site, so the supporting road facilities were very complete.

With such conditions, Link and the others didn't have Little Button use Apparition, but instead walked together along the forest path, enjoying the scenery around them.

In truth, there wasn't much worth looking at, these sights could all be found near Flamel Manor, and Link was long tired of them.

But Mrs. Flamel and Emily both seemed very happy.

The three of them rarely had the chance to stroll idly together in the woods like this.

As they went along, soon they could already see the outline of the campsite. Shouts of lively hawking could be faintly heard even from far away, enough to pRolf the bustle of the place.

At that moment, a man holding a shotgun, unshaven, looking like a homeless wanderer, appeared in Link's view.

He was staring in puzzlement at the regular campsite.

Attracted by the sound of their footsteps, he turned his head and politely asked, "Excuse me, sir, are you looking to rent a tent?"

Expressionless, Link said, "We already have a tent."

"Really?" The man picked up a notebook, flipped through it for a long time, then scratched his head awkwardly, face full of distress, saying, "My memory's been especially bad lately, I must've forgotten about this. Really sorry."

Putting away his notebook, the man said politely, "My name is Roberts, I'm the manager of this camping ground, I live by the lake. If you need anything, you can always come find me. Even if I'm not around, my wife and daughter will host you."

Link didn't speak, only nodded.

By now he had already seen through it, this was a thorough Muggle.

And sure enough, as he expected, Roberts had barely finished speaking when two Ministry of Magic staff in uniform came jogging out of the campsite. Without saying a word, they raised their wands and hit Roberts with two Obliviate spells.

Roberts instantly turned blank-faced and stupid. One worker quickly dragged him away, while the other came up to Link, looking weary, and said, "Sorry, that was our mistake."

"We cast the Forgetfulness Charm on him at least a dozen times every day, yet he always manages to wander here and make contact with other wizards! It's been causing us a lot of trouble!"

The worker's words sounded more like complaining than explaining. Link didn't make things difficult, just nodded and, together with Emily and the others, entered the campsite.

Before leaving, he silently mourned three seconds for poor Mr. Roberts.

To be cast with Obliviate a dozen times a day, such a terrifying frequency would directly damage his brain's memory functions, eventually turning him into a complete muddle-headed fool who remembers nothing.

Inside, the campsite was indeed incomparably lively.

Though it was still morning, countless people had already crawled out of their tents and begun bustling about outside.

From time to time, the crack of Apparition would sound all around.

Most of these arrivals were small traders, they would suddenly appear on the ground, then immediately get into action, pushing carts and weaving through crowds hawking their goods.

Some of it was daily necessities for eating, drinking, washing. But even more were various props and souvenirs related to the Quidditch World Cup.

For example, team uniforms, Quidditch board models whose emblems moved on their own, that sort of thing.

The prices were ridiculously high. Even a completely ordinary uniform without any enchantment was daringly sold for 10 Galleons, it was basically robbery.

And yet, these things still sold extremely well. Fans' money has always been easy to earn, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, it's the same.

Of course, not just anyone had the right to set up a stall here.

To do business, you had to apply to the Ministry of Magic for a license, and also pay a large sum of Galleons called a "management fee," though in truth it was protection money.

In this, the wizarding world and the Muggle world were no different.

In fact, after studying this so-called Quidditch World Cup, Link had discovered, whether it was the stadiums or the supporting business model, the Quidditch World Cup was almost a complete copy of the Muggle World Cup in football.

This kind of shameless plagiarism was also very common elsewhere in the wizarding world.

Including, but not limited to, various performances, songs, and stories.

Almost all of it was stolen from the Muggle world.

As for why the lofty wizards would steal from the Muggles, actually, it was easy enough to understand.

The profits were too great.

Nowadays, just in terms of the cultural industry alone, the Muggle world had already completely crushed the wizarding world.

Link himself didn't particularly care about this. But what he despised, even scorned, was the Ministry of Magic doing it.

Because the Ministry was simply too stupid.

The Muggle World Cup could rake in astronomical profits every year, even directly boosting the host country's economy.

Yet the Ministry of Magic couldn't even copy homework properly.

They put the venue in the middle of nowhere, with incomplete supporting facilities.

Their profits came only from a little sponsorship, a bit of advertising, and the pitifully small stall license fees.

'Tsk, tsk!'

In the end, it was all because their vision was too small.

After grumbling in his heart, Link, Emily, and Mrs. Flamel lost interest in these vendors.

They weren't Quidditch fans.

Instead, Rolf wandered about in high spirits. In just a short while, he had already bought a full set of uniform, three badges, a magical telescope, and a hat whose design moved on its own.

Link glanced over, it was all Bulgarian team merchandise.

Seemed this kid Rolf was a die-hard Bulgaria fan.

Pity that, barring accidents, tomorrow's winners would be Ireland.

Shaking his head, Link smiled, patted Rolf's shoulder, consider it early consolation.

But this startled Rolf into a shiver.

He thought Link was scolding him for wasting money, and immediately stuck himself behind Link, refusing to go anywhere.

"Morning, Link! I thought you wouldn't come!"

Just then, a familiar voice rang out.

Turning, Link and the others saw Cedric standing not far away, grinning as he waved.

Rolf was overjoyed, his favorite at Hogwarts was Cedric.

Link also smiled and waved, "Coming to join the fun isn't bad either, after all this kind of scene is rare."

"Yeah, the British wizarding world hasn't been this lively in ages."

Cedric agreed, then noticed Mrs. Flamel and Emily behind Link. Quickly straightening up, he greeted respectfully, "Miss Victoria, Mrs. Flamel, good morning to you. And of course, you too, Rolf."

Rolf beamed with delight.

Emily merely nodded expressionlessly in reply.

Mrs. Flamel, however, smiled and asked, "So it's Cedric! How polite. Did you come alone to watch the match?"

"Uh! Actually, I came with my father."

Cedric scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed.

At that, Mrs. Flamel's expression instantly sank.

She did not like Cedric's father, Amos Diggory, who currently worked in the Ministry of Magic's Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

That man may not have bad intentions, but he was far too proud of his excellent son.

So much that he would constantly, unconsciously use Cedric to show off in front of others.

Mrs. Flamel had suffered greatly from this.

For over ten years, she had already been brooding over her own "foolish" son Link, then Amos had to flaunt his son before her. That was like stabbing her heart with a knife.

But for Cedric's sake, who always looked after Link, Mrs. Flamel hadn't taken any extreme action against Amos.

On the contrary, Amos having his current job was partly thanks to Mrs. Flamel's help.

Of course, Link knew all this.

Seeing the change in his mother's expression, he quickly wanted to change the subject.

But before he could speak, another wave of familiar voices rang out in succession.

"Link!"

"It really is Link! You actually came!"

"Good morning, Link!"

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Amid the noise, a large group of people surged over, Amos, the entire Weasley family, and the trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Mrs. Flamel's face instantly darkened further.

Because leading them was Amos.

"Ah! Mrs. Flamel! What an honor to run into you here! I heard young Link received the Order of Merlin, Second Class, how incredible! Your hard work has finally been rewarded! Link has become accomplished!"

Amos immediately rushed before Mrs. Flamel, beaming as he congratulated her.

This left Mrs. Flamel a bit stunned.

Because by habit, he should have started bragging about how many A's Cedric scored on exams this year, or how great his Quidditch performance was.

Still, since the man had come to congratulate, and on the very thing Mrs. Flamel was currently proudest of, she smiled too, for the first time ever, she began to "reverse show off" in front of Amos.

Amos kept nodding along, sounding almost flattering.

This scene made Cedric look rather embarrassed.

Link, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes.

Because for the first time, he realized Amos actually had brains, he knew what should and shouldn't be said.

So why had he always acted like such a low-EQ fool before?

Could it be he had simply wanted to irritate Mrs. Flamel?

Link couldn't quite figure out what that guy was thinking.

But for Cedric's sake, he didn't pursue it.

"Link! You're amazing! The youngest ever Second Class Order of Merlin recipient! By Merlin! Do you have the medal with you? Can I see it?"

Ron had crowded close to Link, saying excitedly, eyes practically glowing.

As for Harry and Hermione, their expressions were complicated. They stood dumbly at Mr. Weasley's side, clearly wanting to come closer, but too hesitant.

Toward Ron, Link's impression was still good. He shook his head, "Sorry, I left the medal at home."

Ron's eyebrows, raised high, immediately drooped.

But Link continued, "Though when term starts, I could bring it and show you."

"Really? That's awesome!"

This drew Mrs. Flamel's attention.

She looked at Ron and Mr. Weasley, smiling as she said to Ron, "You must be one of the Weasley children, right?"

"Yes!" Ron didn't see anything wrong. His red hair was the Weasley family's trademark. "Are you Link's sister?"

At that, Mrs. Flamel froze for a moment, then covered her mouth and chuckled lightly.

At that same moment, Mr. Weasley realized the mistake. He quickly pulled Ron back, shielding him, Harry, and Hermione behind him, forcing a stiff, ugly smile at Mrs. Flamel.

From his look, he was clearly terrified of her.

But that was normal.

Mrs. Flamel wasn't like that fool Malfoy.

She was the woman who, after her husband's death, had single-handedly expanded the Flamel family, navigated both the underworld and the light, and raised Link to adulthood.

She was ruthless and brilliant.

And since their children had just offended her son not long ago, now Mr. Weasley dared not let Ron have any more contact with her.

It was too dangerous.

Mr. Weasley's actions made Mrs. Flamel's smile instantly vanish.

The atmosphere on the spot shifted harshly with her expression.

Amos and Mr. Weasley were colleagues and friends, but Amos only rolled his eyes and, saying nothing, subtly stood behind Mrs. Flamel, as if taking her side.

Link felt a headache coming.

His mother was still furious over his near-loss-of-control last term.

Of course she wouldn't take it out on Link himself, so she would blame others.

Harry's trio were among those.

And now Mr. Weasley had walked right into it.

But if things really went that way, it would be too disgraceful.

Frowning, Link was about to speak to calm her.

At that moment, Cedric suddenly said to Link, "Link, did you know? This time, John also came to watch the match!"

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