After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Morsus was "bombarded" by Yang Mei, and even accused of being a scumbag in the end, which made him a little dazed.

What happened? The plot development was different from what he expected.

"Phil, didn't you say you like me to be a little stronger?"

Yang Mei was so upset that he clenched his fist and said through gritted teeth, "I like you to be strong, but this kind of strength?! Are you, are you stupid?!"

Morsus had lived for decades, and this was the first time someone called him a fool.

Yang Mei: I should be the one who gets angry about teaching someone who has lived for decades how to fall in love!

Morsus felt that he had encountered the problem of the century, which was as difficult as when he was the only remaining soul and was desperately seeking a way to be resurrected.

Although Morsus still hadn't figured out what kind of strength this "strength" was until the end of the barbecue, he at least understood that next time he'd better not bring out food like coriander, which his sweetheart hated.

……

In the summer before the fourth grade, there was a big event - this year it was the Quidditch World Cup hosted by the British Ministry of Magic.

The Quidditch World Cup has been held every four years since 1473. In the competition, Quidditch teams representing various countries and regions compete against each other to win the World Cup.

The number of countries that register for each Quidditch World Cup varies, and any country can register within twelve months of the final of the previous tournament.

After the registration is completed, all registered teams will be divided into 16 groups. In the next two years, each team will play against other teams in the group.

After rigorous group matches and knockout matches, the two strongest teams will emerge and they will meet in the final.

The most recent Quidditch World Cup final was held this year in London, hosted by the Department of Magical Games and Sports of the UK Ministry of Magic.

"So what does this have to do with me?" Yang Mei asked, looking at the group of people in the study.

"I intend to take this opportunity to announce the return of the Death Eaters." Morsus' eyes were filled with surging ambition.

Yang Mei usually doesn't pay much attention to the movements of the Death Eaters. The most taboo for a team is to have two people in charge. He is Morsus's boyfriend and has neither the qualifications nor the obligation to help manage the Death Eaters.

For Morsus, he actually doesn't mind sharing power with his beloved.

But he knew that Yang Mei just wanted to be a salted fish. He had heard this great ideal countless times when he was just a remnant soul.

So when the Death Eaters' army was regrouping bit by bit, Morsus was tactful enough not to disturb Yang Mei.

Yang Mei could understand why Morsos did this. The Death Eaters were no longer the same as they were before. The biggest difference between them and before was that they now had a wiser and more powerful leader.

Wealth that does not return to its hometown is like walking in brocade at night.

This statement may not be appropriate here, but Morsus believes that there is no need to continue hiding it.

After he captures the Ministry of Magic, he will also be active in the public eye.

“That’s great. It’s indeed a good time to announce your return.” Yang Mei’s crystal clear eyes turned.

Draco knew that his best friend was just lazy and really had no interest in Quidditch.

So if you tell him politely, he will refuse to go.

It just needs to be polished!

Draco said who else could take on this tiring task?

"Oh, I know you're not interested in Quidditch, but we are best friends. Now that I say I want to go, can't you come with me?"

Words alone were not enough, Draco ran straight to Yang Mei, grabbed her arm and shook it.

"Phil, go ahead, you'll get mushrooms if you sit at home all day!" Draco said a lot of things like pouring beans, aiming to persuade Yang Mei to go with him to watch the Quidditch World Cup final in every way.

Draco also glanced at Morsus secretly, then leaned close to Yang Mei's ear and said, "Besides, aren't you and the adult in a relationship now? The Death Eaters are planning to make a big move at the Quidditch World Cup, don't you want to go and see?"

Blah blah...blah blah.

Yang Mei was really annoyed by this: "Okay, okay, go away. How can you be so talkative? Your lips must be worn out." Just go, he can't stay in the manor for the whole summer vacation, although he didn't feel bored.

After Draco convinced Yang Mei, for some reason he still seemed to be hesitant to talk.

"What's the matter? Just say whatever you want to say." Yang Mei looked at Draco suspiciously.

Why is this kid so shy?

"Well, Phil, do you mind if there's someone else joining us?" Draco unconsciously pointed his two index fingers towards each other.

Yang Mei slowly narrowed her eyes: "Could it be, Harry Potter?"

"How did you know that?" Draco blurted out with his eyes wide open.

"Tsk tsk, I told you two that something was going on." Yang Mei curled her lips, looking like she knew everything.

"Who, who has anything to do with him!" Draco's ears turned red. "Phil, don't talk nonsense! I just saw that he was pretty good at Quidditch, but I was unlucky and didn't get a ticket with a better seat, so..."

"So our young master Malfoy was soft-hearted and wanted to help others, right?" Yang Mei teased him.

"Oh! Anyway, he wants to go with us. Do you agree?"

After not seeing each other for a while, Yang Mei discovered that Draco's ability to act coquettishly and foolishly had reached a new level.

"Then let's go together. It's a good opportunity for me to discuss the Quidditch game with you. After all, you can't count on me in this regard." Yang Mei felt that by not falling asleep in the audience, she was showing great respect for the game.

……

The competition was held in a remote area.

There is no restriction on changing one's form here, but since most of the people who come to watch the game are families, young and old, it is more convenient to use a portkey.

Yang Mei chose to change her form because the door key was uncomfortable to use.

Harry followed Draco and used the Portkey, since neither of them could Apparate.

"Oh!" Draco sighed, wishing he could Apparate as well.

He had used a portkey before, and it was far from a pleasant experience.

It feels like someone is grabbing the back of the neck and shaking it wildly, making people feel so uncomfortable as if all their internal organs have shifted out of place.

Harry was standing in the courtyard of Malfoy Manor, this was his first time here.

Draco's parents were definitely not as enthusiastic towards him as the Weasleys, but they were gentle and polite, and did not make him feel uncomfortable at all.

But just now, the Malfoys had Apparated away, leaving only the two unlucky guys who needed to use the portkey.

"Is this door key uncomfortable to use? I've ridden the Wizard Knight Bus before, and you have no idea how scary that bus is, so I guess buying a key won't be any worse than it is, right?" Harry used his hands to describe the Knight Bus to Draco.

"Well... I don't have a Knight Bus, but I can tell you that using a portkey feels like throwing you into a washing machine." Draco commented sadly, "You should know about washing machines, right? It's a product of the Muggle world. I learned about it when I went to the Muggle world with Phil before."

Harry nodded: "My aunt's family has it too."

"Okay, just be mentally prepared. Let's go now!" Draco said as he took out a pocket watch, "We'll need it when we come back."

Harry reached out and grasped the metal chain of the pocket watch, and the next second, the two disappeared from the spot.

As Harry was forced to tumble in the space tunnel, there was only one thought in his mind - Draco was telling me the truth, it really was like he had fallen into a washing machine.

Suddenly, Harry heard Draco shouting at him, "Let go!"

Although he didn't quite understand, Harry subconsciously let go of the hand that was hooked on the pocket watch chain.

Under the influence of gravity's acceleration, Harry himself fell faster.

With a bang, he fell on his back on the grass.

Looking at Draco again, although he staggered a bit when he landed, he definitely landed on his feet.

Draco let out a long sigh: "Finally I'm here, I must learn how to Apparate!"

Harry couldn't agree more.

"Where should we go now?" Harry looked around. There was nothing but grass and dirt. There was no one, not even a tree.

"Go this way." Draco dusted himself off and led the way up a hillside.

The hillside was not difficult to climb. When they reached the top, they saw a bustling scene with crowds of people on the other side of the hillside.

"It's so lively here!" Harry's eyes lit up. He also saw a man standing on incredibly high stilts. Although the lower part of the wood was covered by cloth, Harry thought that it could not be real legs.

"Let's go. Let's meet up with Phil and the others first." Draco grabbed Harry's wrist and ran down the hill. "Don't dawdle, Potter. You're not tired after just walking a few steps, are you?"

Harry's face darkened. Did he leave a very false impression on Draco? How could this be possible!

He grabbed Draco's wrist with his backhand, and in an instant he became the dominant one.

"...Huh?!" Draco was dragged by him.

It feels like flying.

"Alright, alright, you're not tired, I'm tired, alright?" Draco was really convinced. "Go over there, the tent with two peacocks tied at the door is ours."

Harry smacked his lips: "Why did your family... bring the peacock here?" This is really outrageous.

Draco glanced at Harry, his eyes clearly saying "You are really surprised by what you have seen."

"Ms. Narcissa likes the two pet peacocks very much, so I brought them here as well. It's not a big deal anyway.

This should be easy to understand, right? I have seen many ladies in the Muggle world who like to bring their pet cats or dogs wherever they go.

It’s the same principle, except that we raise peacocks at home.”

Harry blushed: Yes, very powerful.

Compared with the other simple tents around, the Malfoy family’s tent is particularly luxurious.

But Harry discovered that all the tents had one thing in common.

That is, they are not too big.

From the outside, these small tents can only accommodate two people at most.

But after entering, I found a different world inside.

"The Space Extension Charm is a must-have spell for home and travel. The telescopic bags sold on the market are also made based on this principle." Draco introduced to Harry.

"I love magic," Harry exclaimed.

Yang Mei heard the voice and walked out of the room: "You are finally here. If I had known you were so slow, I would have left last."

It was so noisy outside that he had to stay in the tent which was soundproofed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah? I thought you wouldn't be in my tent!" Draco was still a little surprised, "Hey, you're willing to let you come over?"

Yang Mei glanced at Draco unhappily: "My feet are on my own body, do I need other people's permission to go anywhere?"

Draco thought about it carefully and realized that this guy was a "wife slave" now, and he was completely obedient to Phil.

"You should come and sit down and have a rest and eat something. The competition will start in a few hours." Yang Mei nestled comfortably on the couch, looking like a master.

Draco pulled Harry to sit on the sofa opposite him.

"Yes, I need to take a break. I have to save my strength to cheer for the players I support on the field!" Draco is now looking forward to the game starting soon. He can't wait to admire the players' heroic performance.

……

The Selwyns did not come, and they had no interest in Quidditch.

But this is not the main reason why they didn't come. The main reason is that they really have things to deal with.

Otherwise, even if they were not interested in Quidditch, they would be willing to come just to accompany their sons.

When the audience was allowed to enter in the evening, the Malfoys took the three underage boys up the stairs to the auditorium and walked all the way up.

"Although Minister Fudge said that we can go to his ministerial box, I don't think you may want to hear them talking official language there. Besides... he has other guests to receive." Narcissa smiled mysteriously.

"So, I'll take you to another box. The auditorium is so big anyway, there must be more than one VIP box for the minister." Narcissa was actually impatient to listen to those grown men talking. Her track was not here.

As they were going up the stairs, they happened to run into the Weasley family.

The young wizards were not good at hiding their thoughts, and except for the twins, the others had embarrassment written all over their faces.

Only the twins made a few funny faces at Harry, their attitudes remained the same as always.

"Oh, Harry, nice to see you here. Are you here to watch the game too?" Mr. Weasley said to Harry.

This is obviously nonsense. We are already here, what else are we here for if not to watch the game?

But most of the small talk is nonsense.