As the 1994 Quidditch World Cup, the final final was undoubtedly a carnival feast.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of wizards in the camp has reached an unprecedented 130,000!

It can be said that in addition to the 100,000 wizards who bought tickets for the finals, there are 30,000 people stranded in the camp...

Most of these people only bought tickets for the middle games, and some even bought only the opening game...and then stayed abruptly until the finals.

This kind of look is a die-hard old fan.

Because according to international practice, the final finals will not be sold out at one time, but will be sold in sections.

But even so, ordinary black market tickets, which have been fired for 2,000 Galleons, are still worthless. Forget about those boxes.

Minister of Magic Fudge, seeing this situation, where can he still sit, and immediately urged the Sports Department to expand the gymnasium.

What? That's too late? Then learn the Muggle train... a venue for 100,000 people, and an additional 10,000 people standing tickets!

Not too much, right?

If someone investigates carefully, they will find that...the majority of these 10,000 standing tickets were not sold through official channels, but flowed into the black market in batches.

When the official started to be a scalper and just bad money... It may be ugly to eat, but there is no way to make a lot of money.

For a time, Fudge couldn't close his mouth with laughter, and Umbridge, who came up with the idea, also couldn't close his legs happily.

The two pigs are a perfect match and complement each other.

The number of people has increased so much, and the pressure of security work has also skyrocketed.

Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror's office, has been on standby, and many retired old Aurors have also been temporarily recalled.

Almost everyone gathered near the World Cup venue just to ensure the smooth progress of the game.

Near the venue, an anti-apparition spell was even added to ensure that no one would rush in during the game.

When night fell, William and his party came to the entrance of the gymnasium.

There was a witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance who let them in without checking the tickets.

William and his party watched a game in the summer vacation, which belonged to the kind of private box.

He came every time, plus he and Hermione were so famous, it was enough to just brush their faces.

Harry and Ron came here for the first time, thinking they didn't need to check the tickets, and stupidly followed at the end.

The witch raised her eyebrows, her eyes sharp.

Yo hoo, you're quite bold, and you want to escape the ticket and break in without looking at where this is?

Just now, there was a wave of wizards trying to storm the stadium with wands... again?

Don't know if I can do it?

Or……

Are you always so brave?

The witch shouted, but Harry kept going in.

She didn't take out her wand, but rushed over, pulled her right leg back, twisted, and kicked Harry to the ground.

He stuck his head on the ground with his knees.

Ron was not Harry's stunned young man. He just stood there for two seconds. Driven by human instinct, he immediately fell to the ground without any hesitation.

William didn't see the scene behind, because there was too much traffic, and they were wrapped and walked forward.

But if you think about Mr. Weasley, you shouldn't be poked with the wand seven times in a row, right?

The stairs leading to the gym are covered with a fuchsia carpet. The crowd went up the stairs together, and slowly those people flowed into the stands on the left and right sides.

Several wizards were fighting, tearing each other's clothes.

I bought a standing ticket and still want to take a seat? Do you want to eat peaches!

The psychology of buying standing tickets is also unbalanced. They are all robbed by the black market. My price is even more expensive...why should I stand.

You know, the last final was held for five days and five nights, and there was a seat... that was priceless.

There were also quite a few wizards who got out of the sleeping bags under the seats.

They bought tickets for unpopular events, and they've been hiding here since the end, fighting guerrillas with the British Ministry of Magic.

This is the so-called, spend the least money, watch the most expensive game.

For this kind of whoring party, it is the target of the Ministry of Magic's resolute attack. If you catch it, you will be sent to Azkaban.

William and the others went all the way up, and finally reached the top of the stairs.

There are only a few boxes here, which are the best venues for watching the game.

Of course, the wizards who appear here are also rich or expensive. Otherwise, like Mr. Weasley, he has connections.

With the financial resources of Mr. Weasley's family, it is definitely impossible to buy a box.

But he helped Ludo's brother, settle some things, and then got the tickets. Ludo is the director of the sports department, and it is not easy to do these things.

Soon, William and the others entered a room with a coat of arms on the door, a capital "H", surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

This is a special box for Hogwarts School, which Fudge assigned to Professor Dumbledore.

But not many teachers came.

Like Hagrid... busy with breeding, not interested in playing ball.

Professor Flitwick is back in the dating market looking for a new target, and he's only interested in Ravenclaw matches.

Professor McGonagall is definitely here. As a million-year-old fan, she cannot miss the final.

Mrs. Hooch, who taught everyone Quidditch, is also here. She is discussing the odds of the final with McGonagall and Professor Trelawney.

Professor McGonagall is undoubtedly a veteran in the game of gambling, and Trelawney is a newcomer. She made a fortune this year, and was brought into the pit by McGonagall and began to indulge in it.

Mrs. Hooch really understands the game, but she never gambles, she just analyzes the winning rate for others, and then charges from it.

But this year's market is not good. Everyone made a bet with William and the other three, which was choking.

Unexpectedly, William also saw Professor Snape. He actually had nothing to do, and also came to watch the finals.

It seems that Quidditch is really a mass entertainment.

Professor Snape's temperament was pinched, with a depressed face, sitting in the corner, ignoring anyone.

Roy knew Professor Snape.

Because in William's first year of school, Snape was arrested several times in Azkaban~lightnovelpub.net~ Roy had read the Daily Prophet, and naturally recognized it.

Seeing Snape's unhappy look, he chatted with him about protecting his teeth.

So did Hermione's father, Aerys, who reached out and shook hands with Snape.

He handed the cigarette again and asked him if he wanted to come to Genhuazi.

For the first time facing such a Muggle parent, Professor Snape was a little overwhelmed, and shook hands with the other side blankly.

Aerys, in particular, enthusiastically asked how Hermione was doing, and asked him to criticize when he should.

How should Snape respond?

Your daughter is a jack-of-all-trades, but I raise my hand to answer questions in class. I never ask her, and I like to be sarcastic...hehe.

Your son is in the League of Bad Guys and has a business partnership with me, but every time I call him a big piece of shit, I like to be weird with him...hehe.

Can Professor Snape say that? Although that's what he did.

He had never been so embarrassed.

Wait...why did he say this. He should say other things. for example:

Your son and your daughter break the school rules every day and often go out at night, although I didn't catch them.

The two of them are also involved in the issue of puppy love... You parents, you need to pay more attention, don't always let us teachers worry about it.

Professor Snape glanced maliciously at William and Hermione.

Both of them are very well-behaved, his eyes threatened for a while, but he didn't say it.

Seeing that Professor Snape was not talking nonsense, William breathed a sigh of relief.

If this came out suddenly, the two of them often didn't go home at night, and they didn't know why they went there.

Iris estimated that he could throw William directly from the roof.

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(Please ask for a monthly ticket, everyone.)