As night fell, around seven o'clock in the evening, the crowd began to get restless, perhaps because the game was approaching, and a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a touchable cloud.
Another half hour passed, and even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.
As night fell like a curtain over hundreds of eagerly awaiting wizards, the last traces of disguise disappeared, and the Ministry of Magic seemed to succumb to the inevitable and stop fighting against those who were clearly using magic.
Signs are popping up everywhere.
Sherlock and the others were sitting on the benches in the tent garden, leisurely watching the wizards coming and going around them.
They had no so-called excitement about the upcoming game.
Anyway, whether the English team had reached the finals.
There are small vendors descending from the sky all around, pushing carts back and forth to sell their products, which are filled with a dazzling array of various types of items.
Femia sat down next to Sherlock quite impatiently, reading the Muggle romance novel in her hand, turning a deaf ear to the shouts around her.
She had recently become obsessed with Muggle romance novels, and some of them contained It is full of fantasy.
Although Femia disdains the wizards written in it, she admires their emotional experiences very much and thinks when will she be favored by the God of Destiny.
"Only you girls can read this kind of boring stuff.
If you can't get it in real life, you just want to fantasize about it."
Lu Bo watched Femia reading with gusto and couldn't help but say a few words. sentence.
"What do you know?
This is a sentiment, and it was specially sent to me by Miss Axinsha after reading it from Hermione and thinking it was very good."
Femia raised her slender eyebrows. , this vernacular romance novel was specially bought for her by Asinsha in the Muggle world.
Asinsha only read the first one at Hermione's house, but there are five novels in this set.
Now Femia often discusses plots in some novels with Asinsha.
Dandney walked in from the door and stopped a businessman who was passing by.
"This thing seems to be of some use.
Mr.
Sherlock, you see, the telescope allows us to observe the players' dribbling skills more closely."
"Panorama telescope."
The wizard vendor enthusiastically promoted, "You can replay the picture in slow motion.
If necessary, it can also quickly flash an analysis of the game situation and make a deal of ten galleons apiece."
"Why don't you grab ten gold galleons?"
Dandney was immediately shocked.
In the wizarding world, few products are sold in units of galleons.
If ten gold galleons are converted into rb, that means seven More than a hundred dollars, and for wizards aged fourteen or fifteen, no one would go out with so much money.
They were just children, and their parents would not give them so much pocket money.
Dandeni, Kirk, Lupo, and Femia only had enough money to buy two of them.
For the eldest son and eldest daughter from a pure-blood wizarding family, it is not bad to have a few gold galleons in their pockets.
No one with money would give it to a child.
At this age, hundreds of gold galleons are put in their pockets.
A gold galleon.
"Malfoy and Parkinson, how much money do you two have on you?"
Femia looked at Draco and Pansy aside.
These two families belong to the business industry of thieves, thieves, thieves, and wizards. , should give you a lot of pocket money.
Draco changed his usual timid attitude and fumbled around before taking out a few Silver Sickles.
Pansy held a gold galleons in her hand.
"My dear young master of the Malfoy family, your father will put a few dollars in your pocket before you go out."
Femia couldn't help but pointed at Draco and laughed.
"This is my daily pocket money.
I save most of it at home.
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Who would go out with dozens of gold galleons in their pockets?
You are kidding me."
Draco argued, at least He also had a few Silver Sickles in his pocket, and the Weasley children probably only had a few Copper Knuts in their pockets.
"Forget it, let's go to Wutai first.
Two people can share one, and I think if you are in the VIP seat, there should be specially arranged viewing tools."
Sherlock is very wealthy.
He even has one in Gringotts.
It has its own special vault where a large amount of wealth is stored.
"Okay, let's do it like this.
Here, fifty gold galleons, five in total, please keep them."
The wizard businessman looked surprised.
This can be regarded as a big business for the first time.
These five Selling it already ensures that you have made enough money today.
The weather gradually darkened and the sun sank into the horizon.
At this time, a deep and deep sound of gongs came from somewhere far away in the woods.
Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, lighting up the road leading to the stadium. the way.
"The time is up, Sherlock, come here and we have to go in now."
Fu Meng called Sherlock away.
They had high-level VIP seats specially arranged by the International Quidditch Chairman, and they could watch the game from the best location.
Sherlock left the five magic telescopes to Lupo and others, believing that he would never need them.
"Maybe in the future your Murphy's game competition will be able to hold an international competition."
"Well, maybe it will be decades later."
Sherlock responded to what Asinsha just said next to him.
The Mephisto clan walked towards the venue in the night, following the dim light of the lanterns.
There were densely packed wizards in various costumes walking back and forth around them.
Shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing filled the way.
After walking along the woods for about twenty minutes, I walked out of the exit and saw a huge stadium in front of me.
As far as the eye can see, there is only part of the magnificent golden wall of the arena.
"It looks quite impressive.
I heard it can accommodate 100,000 spectators.
At least a quarter of the European wizards came, but most of them still didn't get tickets."
Fu Meng whispered beside him, in this world Most wizards love Quidditch, but Fulmond doesn't like it.
If the Quidditch Chairman hadn't invited him many times, he wouldn't have planned to come.
They walked to the entrance "Special Ticket."
The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "The top box goes all the way upstairs.
Mr.
Bagman is waiting up there.
Go to the top."
"No need, this is a big shot, I should come to greet him in person."
A cheerful voice came from the entrance.
Ludo wore a long Quidditch robe with wide yellow and black horizontal stripes, and a huge wasp printed on the chest like a splash of ink.
It seems that he used to be physically strong, but now he is starting to decline.
The robe was stretched tightly over his big belly.
His round blue eyes, short blond hair, and rosy complexion all made him look like an oversized boy.
Ludo Bagman, the stamp collector, holds the position of Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, and is also the president of the International Quidditch Association.
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Although he holds an important position in the Ministry of Magic, it does not conflict with the work of the international association.
"Ah ho" Bagman shouted happily.
He bounced as he walked, as if there were springs under his feet.
He was obviously in a state of extreme excitement.
"Mephisto, old man."
He came here and said breathlessly, "What a wonderful weather.
Isn't it great?
Such weather, there must be no clouds at night.
The whole preparations are in order.
I have nothing to do."
But I remembered that you should have entered the stadium at this time, and while I’m here you can go and express condolences to the athletes.”
Fu Meng seemed to have long been accustomed to Ludo's tone of playing the piano, and nodded helplessly, and then said, "By the way, Ludo, this is my son, Sherlock.
You should have seen his daughter Asinsha, and his niece Salina." ."
Putting Sherlock at the beginning seems to be quite proud.
Ludo was obviously taken aback.
He put away his arrogant temper and extended his hand to Sherlock in a gentlemanly manner.
"I've heard about the reputation for a long time.
I heard that the dementors suffered a lot at your hands.
This is nothing in the Ministry of Magic."
Secret, the Dementors are almost extinct, and After all, it is the name of the Prince of Magic that has shocked the five continents.
Maybe you don’t know that your father and I were famous bad friends when we were in school.
We have never done any bad things.
I doubt that he can have such an outstanding child like you.
Is it biological?"
Fu Meng's face looked ugly.
He was indeed good friends with Lu Duo, and the other person also had a funny mouth.
Sherlock felt that the personalities of Ludo Bagman and Lupo were very similar.
Sherlock had a standard aristocratic smile on his face, "Mr.
Ludo's name is also well known to me.
Several of the innovative measures you took as Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic have all been implemented and are indeed beneficial to the country."
A long-term strategy that benefits the people.”
Lu Duo wondered with some confusion as he thought about the measures he had promulgated since he became Sports Director.
Are they so great?
Didn’t I even know that the few small measures I planned were so great?
He smiled rather awkwardly, "No, no, Master Sherlock is so complimentary."
In fact, the chairmanship of Quidditch, the most important sport in the wizarding world, has always been held by the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic in each country, and the position is taken in turn.
The stairs leading to the gymnasium are covered with burgundy carpet.
Following the flow of people directly upward, the crowds slowly entered the stands on the left and right respectively.
Finally, we reached the top of the stairs, which was at the highest point of the stadium and facing the golden goal post.
There are about twenty purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows.
Many people had already taken their seats in the box, and Fu Meng and the others reached the third row on the top floor of the box.
The people sitting in this row are basically big people.
"Ah, it's Fudge."
When Fulmond passed by the Minister of Magic, he stretched out his hand.
"Hello, Minister."
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With an official smile on his face, Fudge shook hands with several people one by one to show his goodwill, until Sherlock, he smiled slightly bitterly at Sherlock and said, "Azkaban is missing nearly half of the dementors this time, Sherlock."
Mr.
Locke must be merciful in the future.
If you come again a few times, the prisoners will probably be grateful to you. " Sherlock chuckled lightly, "Dementors will definitely not come to Hogwarts in the future.
The Ministry of Magic still needs to strengthen the management of these dark creatures.
Otherwise, I don't mind taking care of them for you."
Fudge nodded in agreement, still with a standard smile on his face.
"By the way, Mr.
Sherlock, please allow me to introduce you to Mr.
Oberansik, the Minister of Magic in Bulgaria."
Fudge solemnly introduced you to several people.
"Is that Lucius?"
When Ellie was looking around, she saw Lucius in the passage below, who seemed to be hooking something with his stick.
"It's indeed Lucius, Sherlock, please go and invite the Malfoy family up, but why are they staying there?"
Fumond said in surprise.
Because from their top position, they could see Lucius below, but they couldn't see what was happening over there.
Sherlock agreed to invite Lucius, but he saw a dramatic scene where Lucius was actually mocking Harry Potter.
A subtle sound reached Sherlock's ears.
"You are an arrogant and arrogant guy.
Don't think that I don't know what you did and said last year.
You still dare to slander others.
It's just that Sherlock doesn't care.
If the Mephisto family If you are really angry, Mr.
Potter, there are many people like you who can crush you.
The only person in this world who can protect you is Dumbledore.
Of course, he is a completely ignorant old guy who would be stupid enough to keep protecting you.
With you.”
Lucius's cane caught Harry Potter's shoe, and when he let go, Harry Potter almost fell back and lay on the ground.
"Harry, I told you a long time ago that you should apologize to Sherlock.
Now everyone in the wizarding world knows about your brave behavior."
Ron supported Harry and said softly.
"Ah, although the Weasley family is poor, at least they have the temperament to distinguish right from wrong, unlike this reckless guy."
"How reckless Harry is has nothing to do with Malfoy."
Sirius Black suddenly appeared in front of Harry and blocked Lucius.
"Blake I heard you've been looking for Pettigrew this year, have you found it?"
"I can't wait to see my former colleagues die in my hands, Malfoy."
"Peter is not worthy yet" "Lucius" saw the two groups at war with each other, and Sherlock called out Lucius's name in time.
After all, Lucius was speaking out for Sherlock just now.
After seeing that the person coming was Sherlock, the two groups quietly shut their mouths.
"We have found a place up there, but we can't wait for you.
Don't delay here any longer.
It's about to start."
Sherlock nodded slightly to the Weasley family, Black and Hermione, and left.
Lucius glared at Black and Potter fiercely, pulled Draco and left.
They arrived at Mephisto's side, at the top.
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He walked directly to the first row to take his seat, and then Ludo Bagman rushed into the box.
"Are you all ready?"
he said, his round face shining like a giant ball of cheese.
"Can the minister start?"
"Start as soon as you say, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.
Ludo drew his wand, pointed at his throat and said: "Loud" and his words were like thunder, resounding throughout the packed stadium.
His voice echoed above them and carried loudly to every corner of the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final":