Early the next morning,
When Jorkins arrived at his workstation, he saw a leave slip.
The date above only shows the start date as July 10th, which is today, but does not specify the end date.
She paused, seemingly trying to recall something.
Take a vacation?
Why take a vacation?
Are we going on a trip somewhere?
Yes, Albania, and I'll also visit my cousin who lives there.
She finally remembered that she had mentioned it briefly to Bagman some time ago.
It seems this new boss is quite nice, unlike the ones she's encountered before, who always tried to find ways to send her to other departments.
Recalling her years in the ministry, her nose couldn't help but feel a little sore.
As Bagman hummed a little tune as he walked into the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Jorkins rushed over to him, tears streaming down his face.
"Director! You're so kind to me!"
Bagman placed his hands on her shoulders and forced a smile. "These vacations are what you deserve. You don't need to thank me like this."
"But if I take a vacation, what about the Quidditch World Cup..."
His expression changed drastically. "It's alright, I'll handle everything properly."
Jorkins looked at his tense and worried face, then glanced at the large hand that was pressing on his shoulder.
Could it be that...
Bagman didn't give her time to think and hurriedly pushed her to the office door.
"Jorkins, just enjoy your vacation and remember not to come back too early."
Before she could snap out of her reverie, the door slammed shut.
It turns out I was just being delusional.
Jorkins glanced at the closed door, then turned and walked toward the elevator.
No matter what, he is still my boss, and he kindly granted me leave.
Thinking about these unnecessary things will only add to your troubles; it's better to plan your travel route properly.
Albania is located in the western part of the Balkan Peninsula in southeastern Europe. It borders Greece to the south, the Adriatic Sea to the west, and is separated from Italy by the Strait of Otranto. It is a country full of history and natural beauty.
Gjirokastër, the "Stone City," is a must-visit, as is Sarandë, the seaside city, and Berat, known as the "City of a Thousand Windows."
There are still many, many more attractions to visit. Anyway, Bagman wants her to enjoy her vacation, so let's visit them all.
The Quidditch World Cup is in full swing, and the projection equipment installed in the Wizarding World around the world is no longer limited to broadcasting matches in its own region. It has begun to broadcast exciting matches from the other five regions in a circular pattern.
This way of watching the game without having to be there in person is just so awesome.
Every night, the wizards would bring wine and snacks and gather around the Magical Projection.
However, gatherings of people inevitably carry the risk of conflict, which is something no one can avoid.
In response to unforeseen events during the World Cup, various countries' magical governments have successively established Special Squad dedicated to maintaining order.
Tonks, who had wanted to take a vacation, was unfortunately chosen instead.
This was an order from her superiors, and as a newly promoted Auror, she had no choice but to obediently follow orders.
He was obsequious to his superiors but dealt a heavy blow to troublesome fans.
Tonight's Europe match is England vs. Belgium, and it should be quite exciting as expected.
The sun had just set when a number of wizards gathered in front of the Gwent flagship store in Diagon Alley.
By 9:30 p. m., the two nearby street corners were already packed with people.
Although the Ministry Atrium also broadcasts the news, nothing compares to the comfort of this place.
Standing on the rooftop of the Gwent flagship store, Tonks looked down and suddenly had a premonition that something big was about to happen.
This is... amazing!
Recently, those troublesome fans are fine if they don't fight back, but if they do, she will give them a good beating first, and then hand them over to Scrimgeour assigned her this "glorious" task.
Sure enough, less than three minutes into the game, the English Team had already dropped 10 points.
The fans erupted in curses, condemning the goalkeeper's incompetence.
Tonks's orange-red hair lit up as he excitedly drew his wand and waited.
Two minutes later, the goalkeeper conceded another 10 points.
"Damn Big Dummy! How could you throw such a simple ball? You're not even as good as my 5-year-old son!"
"His muscles must have all gone into his brain! Even my 90-year-old grandma would know how to catch that!"
"Damn English Team! Is this their strongest lineup ever?"
Their insults sounded like heavenly music to Tonks' ears.
Keep yelling, it'd be best if you got into a fight, then she could catch someone.
The fans did not disappoint her; several staunch supporters of the English Team stood up.
"Everyone, calm down. A bad start doesn't determine anything."
"That's right, Belgium's advantage will soon be caught up."
"Bullshit!" A fan stood up and cursed, pointing at the slow-motion replay on the screen.
"Take a good look at this idiot goalkeeper. He lazily reached out to block the Quaffle when it was almost in the Quaffle. Even my grandfather, who's about to go to his coffin, reacted faster than him!"
The staunch supporters of the English Team fell silent.
With such a high-definition slow-motion replay, they can't find a good excuse to explain.
"Everyone should have faith in the English Team's strength; the game has only just begun..."
"Trust your mother!" the cursing fan pointed at the screen again. "Look, their Chaser got tricked by a simple feint and lost the Quaffle!"
The stolen Quaffle traced a beautiful arc in the light screen, flying over the English Team's goalkeeper's head and heading straight into the goal behind him.
This time, no amount of forced explanation will make sense.
"You guys aren't exactly shills hired by the English Team, are you?"
"I think so, I've never seen anyone so shameless!"
"Guys, get those guys out of here right now!"
Outnumbered, the supporters were quickly surrounded.
Just as a conflict was about to erupt, a tall, slender figure descended from the sky.
Tonks jumped right into the middle of them, pointing his wand at a fan who was waving his fist.
"What are you all doing? Are you trying to cause trouble?!"
Instead of retreating, the fans moved forward and surrounded her as well.
"Screw the Special Squad! I've had enough of you for ages!"
Tonks raised his hand and cast a Stunning Spell. "You, you, you, and all of you, you're all coming with me!"
The one who was hit by the Stunning Spell fell straight down, and those who were targeted all subconsciously swallowed.
A wise person knows when to yield. It's just one night in jail, why make things difficult for the Special Squad?
After Tonks took the player away, the fans in the stadium seemed to have become much more subdued.
At least the noise level is much lower, but those who need to be scolded still need to be scolded.