After a long day of waiting, at night, the Quidditch World Cup is about to begin.

Mr. Weasley was leading the way. Everyone was holding various gadgets bought before, and quickly walked into the woods along the passage illuminated by lanterns.

They can hear hundreds of people walking around, they can hear shouts, laughter, and intermittent songs.

This frenzy of excitement was very contagious, and Harry couldn't help laughing.

They walked for twenty minutes in the woods, chatting and joking aloud, and finally came out from the other side of the woods. At this time, they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium. Harry could only see part of the magnificent golden wall around the stadium, but he could see that it was not a problem to have ten cathedrals inside.

"It can hold 100,000 viewers," Mr. Weasley said with a look of astonishment on Harry's face, and said with a smile. "Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. Every inch here is used Expel Muggle. "

He said with his mouth, non-stop, leading everyone to the nearest entrance. There were already many yelling wizards.

"First-class tickets," said the wizard wizard at the entrance, looking at their tickets. "Top-level box! Go upstairs, Arthur, to the top."

The staircase leading to the stadium was covered with fuchsia carpets, and they went up the stairs with the crowd, and slowly those people flowed into the left and right stands.

"I'm not with them anymore." Luna presented the witch with the ticket her father had bought for her, stupidly.

"Oh—I knew I would get an extra ticket," Mr. Weasley said regretfully.

The Lovegood family has always been short of money. He should have thought of it, but Luna's father came too suddenly and he was too late to prepare.

Although Weasley's family is not rich, but victory is the job, isn't it?

The pedestrian led by Mr. Weasley kept going up to the top of the stairs. They found themselves in a small box, located at the highest point of the gym, and facing the golden goal post.

Here are twenty or so purple and gold-plated chairs, split into two rows, which really look great.

Luna's position is on the lower floors, but fortunately, this is a Quidditch game! For a three-dimensional sport, there is really no difference in viewing the seats-it is too low to watch the seats.

One hundred thousand wizards are sitting one after another, and those seats are arranged in a staircase upwards around the elliptical stadium.

Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, as if the light comes from the stadium itself.

Looking out of Harry's high position, the field looked as smooth as velvet. Three pitching hoops on each side of the field are 50 feet high; to their right, almost parallel to Harry's line of sight, is a huge blackboard with golden text flashing on it, as if there is a The invisible giant hand writes on the blackboard, and then wipes them away.

Harry took a closer look and realized that the flashing text was an advertisement for the audience.

At this moment, Hermione was eagerly flipping through her velvet cover with tassels.

"There will be a team mascot performance before the game," she read aloud.

"Oh, that's always worth seeing," Mr. Weasley said. "You know, the national teams bring some amazing animals from their home countries, and they want to do a show here."

Over the next half hour, the box they were in was gradually filled with people. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people, who at first sight were great wizards.

Percy, who had graduated and had been employed by the Ministry of Magic, stood up hurriedly, looking like sitting on the back of a porcupine covered with thorns.

When Connery Fudge, the Minister of Magic, arrived, Percy bowed too low, his glasses fell to the ground and shattered. He was embarrassed, fixed his lenses with his wand, and sat idly in his seat.

And when Connelly Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look on Harry.

Harry and Fudge had known each other before, and Fudge held Harry's hand kindly like his father, asked him warmth, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

Of course, if let him know that the person in front of him had sent Maca to Azkaban, I am afraid he would not be like this now.

However, because it involved too much, so far, it is still a matter of high confidentiality. As a result, not many people, including those working in the Ministry of Magic, knew it.

"Harry Potter, you know," Fudge shouted to him next to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic—the man was wearing a gorgeous gold-edged black velvet robe and couldn't understand a word of English. Special ... Oh, think about it, you should know who he is ... the boy who escaped from the hands of the mysterious man ... you must know who he is? "

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed his finger at it excitedly, muttering loudly in his mouth.

"I knew it would always make him understand." Fudge said to Harry tiredly. "I'm not very good at language. When I encounter this kind of thing, I need Barty Crouch. Ah, I saw him The house elf took a seat for him ... It was so thoughtful that these guys in Bulgaria always wanted to cheat the best seats ... Ah, Lucius is here! "

Harry, Ron and Hermione immediately turned their heads.

The three empty seats in the second row behind Mr. Weasley were the original elves of the domestic elf: Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, ha Leigh guessed she must be Draco's mother.

Lucius was still somber now, but when he saw Fudge, he came over and managed to squeeze a smile.

"Ah, Fudge," he went to the Minister of Magic and reached out to introduce him. "Hello! I think you haven't seen my wife Narcissa yet? And our son Decola."

"Hello, hello," said Fudge, and bowed to Mrs Malfoy with a smile. "Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Obransk-Mr. Obalonsk-he is the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic It ’s okay, anyway, he does n’t understand what I'm talking about anyway. Let me see who else-do you know Arthur Weasley? ”

Lucius glanced at Mr. Weasley and quickly looked away—he didn't have the energy to fight with Weasley. He was worried now!

Before long, after everyone chatted a little, Ludo Bagman, the head of the Ministry of Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, burst into the box with vitality.

"Are you all ready?" His round face shone like a giant ball of cheese. "Secretary, can you start?"

"You say start now, Ludo." Fudge smiled.

Ludo pulled out his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "Voice!"

Then what he said resounded through the crowded stadium like thunder. His voice echoed above them, loudly to every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen ... Welcome to you! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience burst into bursts of cheering and applause.

Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, and the scene was really lively. On the blackboard opposite them, the last line of "Bibiduwei beans-every bite is an adventure!" Was erased, and now shows:

"Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0."

"Well, gossip, let me introduce ... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stand is a neat bright red square matrix, and loud cheers erupted there.

"I don't know what they brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning out of his seat. "Ah!" He snapped off his glasses and rubbed it hurriedly on his robe. "Meiwa!"

"What is charming—"

Seeing that one hundred Meiwa had slipped to the field, Harry's question was answered.

Eva is a woman-that's the most beautiful woman Harry has ever seen! But they don't look like real people-why their skin glows soft and soft like the moon, why their hair is fluttering in the back without wind ...

Just then ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the music started, Harry stopped thinking about whether she was a real person—in fact, he couldn't think about anything.

Eva began to dance, and Harry's mind went blank, feeling only an extreme joy.

Everything in the world is not important, as long as he can keep watching Meiwa, because if they stop dancing, terrible things will happen ...

On the opposite side of the box where Harry was located, in the top box on the other side of the arena, a small figure was also watching the mellows.

She looked so quietly, without the slightest expression on her face, but with a sense of loneliness.

"Villi, don't care, it has nothing to do with you," a middle-aged man comforted softly beside her.

"It's okay, Dad."

The little figure was Willie Blois, who was specially received from Hogwarts by his father to watch the game.

On the other side, as Mela's dancing moves faster and faster, some crazy, unshaped thoughts begin to swirl in Harry's hazy mind.

He wants to do something especially remarkable, and do it now. How about jumping from the box into the gym? It looks good ... but isn't it exciting enough?

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice came from a distance.

The music stopped and Harry blinked blankly.

He stood there with one leg on the wall of the box. Beside him, Ron made a gesture that seemed to be diving from the springboard, staying still.

Hermione made a loud smash, and she reached out to bring Harry back to her seat.

"Oh, how are you doing this! If Maca is here, you won't be as shameful as you!"

Aside, Fudge flashed an unnatural look on his face when he heard the name "Maca".