"Let's go, Godfather," Harley said coolly. "Oh, right—you might not know the way."
A red flash shot out of the air and struck the spot where Sirius had been standing.
"Godfather, I think you should be able to see me now."
"Stay close, and don't fall behind. If the motorcycle gives you trouble along the way, just shout."
As she spoke, Harley shook her head helplessly, as if she were the godmother dealing with her troublesome godson.
Harley lightly tapped the ground with her toe, and her broom shot into the air.
Sirius watched her, mouth hanging open. At last, he angrily punched the motorcycle again.
As a grand tournament held once every four years, the Quidditch World Cup had always attracted the attention of wizards from practically the entire world.
Britain had spent a full year preparing for this World Cup!
To build the Quidditch World Cup stadium, the British Ministry of Magic had put five hundred workers on the job for an entire year. The result was a magical venue large enough to hold a hundred thousand wizards.
Many Aurors had been reassigned because of the event, which was why Dementors made up the main force protecting Hogwarts.
Only one elite Auror squad was running all over Britain, searching for Sirius.
After all, as far as Fudge was concerned, protecting Hogwarts was his duty; as long as nothing went wrong, that was enough. Successfully hosting the Quidditch World Cup, on the other hand, would be a major achievement!
The scales in Fudge's mind had already tipped decisively in favor of one of these responsibilities.
Getting to the tournament grounds wasn't easy, either, especially with so many foreign wizards coming.
To that end, the British Ministry of Magic had distributed Portkeys all over the world and laid out