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As the afternoon passed, a sense of excitement spread throughout the camp, all looking forward to the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At dusk, it was getting dark, but the atmosphere of the whole camp reached its climax. The traces of magic could no longer be hidden, and countless people held wands and released fireworks into the sky.

In the sky, every few steps, a hawker phantasm appears from the sky. Some of them carried trays, others pushed carts, filled with odd little toys.

In a few moments, Ron had a pile of all kinds of memorabilia, but at the same time, he had spent all the money he had.

In the end, it was Harry who bought a panoramic telescope for each of the four of them, which could be called a must-have.

"Don't, don't bother. ”

When Harry handed over the binoculars, Ron's face flushed. As the fifth son of the Weasley family, Ron grew up using his brother's old things, so he was particularly sensitive to money.

"You don't want to get a gift at Christmas,"

Harry said with a smile as he shoved the other two binoculars into Hermione and Enlightenment's hands.

"Remember, I won't give you a gift for ten years!"

"Reasonable enough. ”

Ron took the binoculars and grinned.

"Thank you, Harry. ”

Hermione smiled generously and said that the girl's father was a dentist, so he had no trouble with money, and he was able to accept the expensive gift of up to ten Galleons from Harry.

"I'm going to buy you a copy of the competition instructions for each of you, and lo and behold, it's over there—"

Hermione said, pointing to a booth in the distance.

And Qiming, after taking the telescope, just nodded at Harry. He already had no concept of money, whether it was ten gold gallons or ten thousand gold gallons, it made no difference to him.

He looked curiously at the telescope in his hand, put the eyepiece in front of him, aimed at the distant scenery, and lost interest after finding that it was just a slightly intelligent telescope.

On the contrary, it was the large pile of toys in Ron's hand that made him more interested.

"This doll, is it alive?"

Qiming pointed to the small statue walking back and forth in Ron's hand, although it was a statue, it seemed to be a real person who had shrunk countless times, and could make all kinds of movements and expressions, and even made a grimace at Qiming when he looked at it.

"Of course not. ”

Hermione shook her head and said,

"They're just magically given the ability to move, like ...... It's like....... That's right, it's like a robot, only smarter. ”

Qiming nodded and didn't say anything more.

Not long after, a low, deep gong sound was heard from the depths of the trees in the distance, followed by thousands of red, green, and green lanterns blooming on the trees, illuminating the passage to the arena.

"It's time!"

Mr. Weasley said loudly, looking as excited as everyone else,

"Hurry up, guys, let's go!

Led by Mr. Weasley, everyone walked briskly into the woods with their lanterns in their hands, with all sorts of things they had bought.

With the flow of people, tens of thousands of wizards walked forward with them around them, and they could hear shouts and cheers, as well as staccato singing, which made the atmosphere very lively.

The group walked in the trees for twenty minutes before they got out of the trees, and as soon as they walked out, they found themselves enveloped in a huge shadow. Everyone looked up, and a super stadium was indescribably huge and filled their realization, and there was nothing else to be seen.

"Wow!"

Everyone unanimously let out an exclamation, only Qiming was quite calm, it was the twentieth century nineties, and in his time, there were countless such magnificent buildings in the world. What's more, having experienced countless horror movie worlds, the truly magnificent buildings that Qiming has seen are thousands of times grander than the stadium in front of him.

"It can accommodate 100,000 spectators. ”

Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. Every inch of land around here has been cast with a Muggle banishment spell. Whenever a Muggle approached here, they would suddenly remember something urgent, and leave in a hurry. ”

With that, he led the group towards the nearest entrance, where there were already many wizards, and a female wizard from the Ministry of Magic was in charge of checking the tickets.

The witch was obviously acquainted with Mr. Weasley, and after reading everyone's votes, she said to Mr. Weasley in a familiar tone:

"First class, top box, go all the way up, Arthur, go to the top. ”

The crowd walked up the fuchsia carpeted staircase, and from time to time someone left their line and entered the stands on the left and right, and only they went up until they reached the top of the stadium.

Eventually, they found themselves in a box, located at the highest point of the stadium stands, facing the golden goal post.

Looking down, the view is extremely wide, there is no obstruction, and no matter how good it is located in the central area of the entire stadium, it can be said that the location is extremely good.

"As I said, our tickets are the best!"

Mr. Weasley said proudly.

Everyone sat down on the purple gilded chairs, and soon, the hundred thousand wizards below took their seats one after another, and the entire stadium was shrouded in a mysterious golden light, the light had no light source, as if it was emitted by the stadium itself, and looking down from their condescending position, there were three pitching circles on either side of the arena, each of which was more than seventy or eighty meters high, almost as high as the grandstand on the top floor where they were.

In the center of the stands, there is a huge blackboard, on which golden words are constantly flashing like a big TV, as if there is an invisible giant hand writing on the blackboard, and then erasing them again.

With his astonishing eyesight, Qiming could easily see the text on the blackboard - it was all unsolicited advertisements, such as broomsticks, stain removers, and the like.

Qiming's eyes searched around like a searchlight, and soon he found his target, and in the box they were in, in the penultimate seat in the back row, sat a strangely short guy in a tattered robe with large, pointed bat-like ears.

I saw it bury its sword in its two hands, and sit there trembling all over, not daring to look around at all.

"Dobby?"

Beside Qiming, Harry asked in disbelief.

The little one looked up, and let go of his fingers one by one, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes, and a large nose shaped and sized like a tomato, and a house elf.

"Sir, are you calling Dobby?"

"I'm sorry, I admit my mistake, I think you're someone else. ”

Harry said apologetically.

"But I know Dobby, sir!"

The little one opened his eyes and said in a shriek:

"I'm not Dobby, sir, my name is Twinkle. ”

Hearing the word "twinkle", Qi Ming turned his head violently to look at the house-elf, and as described in the original book, there was an empty seat next to her.

Then, the one sitting next to her should be ...... Barty Crouch Jr. ”

Harry and Twinkle didn't listen to the conversation anymore, he kept looking at the empty chair with his spare eyes. He knew who was sitting on it, Barty Crouch Jr., Barty Crouch's own son, one of the most fervent Death Eaters,

escaped from the Wizarding Prison of Azkaban by swindling his death, and in the fourth part of "Harry Potter", he is the most crucial character in guiding Voldemort to life.

Qiming's eyes flickered, and his mind analyzed the possibility of him taking down the other party at this time.

He glanced at Arthur Weasley vaguely, and although he couldn't see it on the surface, with the keen insight of the gene lock, Keming knew that the former had never let down his vigilance.

If he attacks Barty Crouch Jr., there is no guarantee that Arthur Weasley, who doesn't know the truth, won't attack him.

Coupled with the fact that in the entire box, not only them, but also several adult wizards, Qiming was not sure that he would kill little Barty in this situation.

And, even if he did succeed, he couldn't explain his actions. His strength is no longer the super strong person who can ignore the rules of the world, not to mention that he is in a world full of wizards, and he must take into account the operating rules of the world, otherwise he will be asking for trouble.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to keep him. ”

Qiming thought in his heart, little Barty was just an introduction, and the key person was still Voldemort who didn't know where to hide.

Once he takes action to kill Barty Jr. now, then Voldemort, who has not yet regained his strength, will realize the danger and choose to hibernate, so I don't know when I want to wait until Voldemort is actively exposed.

Although so far, Qiming still hasn't figured out the meaning of the message he heard when he first entered this world, but thinking about it, as the villain of this world, Voldemort should have the clues he wanted.

Qiming was thinking about it, and suddenly felt that someone was pushing him, raised his head, and saw Hermione eagerly looking at the velvet cover and tasseled competition manual in his hand, and said to him:

"What are you thinking, look at this! There was a team mascot show before the game!"

I don't know when it started, Hermione became acquainted with Qiming thoroughly, and even regarded him as her own.

"That's always something to watch. ”

Mr. Weasley added with a smile,

"You know, at times like to show off what they're most proud of, and generally they bring some exotic animals from their country to put on a show. ”

In the following time, all the empty seats in their boxes gradually began to fill up.

As an official of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Weasley was constantly shaking hands with the others, all of whom seemed to be high-profile wizards, until the most important person appeared, the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

The moment he appeared, Percy bounced up from his seat as if he had a nail under his buttocks, bent over ninety degrees, and bowed to Fudge himself, but unfortunately, because he bent too low, his glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose and fell to the ground and shattered, so he had to repair his glasses with a wand and sit in his seat in a daze.

And when Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy immediately gave Harry a jealous look.

Here, Fudge kept trying to communicate with the officials of the Bulgarian team, but nothing came of it at all, until he introduced Harry, and when Harry saw the scar on Harry's forehead, everyone in Bulgaria immediately showed excited expressions, pointed to Harry's forehead, and began to chatter.

"I knew it would work. ”

Fudge said to Harry tiredly,

"I'm not very good at languages, and when it comes to this kind of thing, I'll have to go to Barty. Ah, I saw that his house-elf had taken a seat for him, and he thought so thoughtfully, these guys in Bulgaria always wanted to cheat on the best position, these guys, or Barty had a way to ......"

As he spoke, Fudge suddenly raised his head, looked ahead, and said happily:

"Ah, Lucius, you're here!"

Everyone immediately turned their heads, and the three of them walked up slowly on the steps.

Harry recognized it at a glance, Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, who must have been Draco's mother.

"Fudge,"

Malfoy walked over to the Minister of Magic, held out his hand, greeted him, introduced his wife and son, and then exchanged salutes with the Bulgarian arrival, and finally turned to the side of Enlightenment.

Malfoy gave Mr. Weasley a contemptuous look at him, as if he had just seen him, and then exchanged glances with him. After a few seconds, the elder Malfoy's eyes scanned the seats in the back row of the box a few times, and he pretended to be surprised:

"Oh my God, Arthur, what did you sell to get a seat in this top box?

Connelly Fudge, apparently, did not grasp the irony in Malfoy's words, and thought he was greeting Mr. Weasley, and could not help but say:

"Lucius recently donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, Arthur, and he is my guest of honor. ”

"Oh, that's great. ”

Mr. Weasley said with a forced smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

With the Minister of Magic here, Malfoy couldn't go too far, he turned his gaze, scanned back and forth over the crowd, and finally stopped at Hermione and Keiming, who looked at something dirty with endless contempt and contempt.

Hermione's face immediately turned red, and Qiming took a step forward, blocking the girl's face, staring at Malfoy's eyes, and said in an extremely cold voice:

"I don't like the look in your eyes. ”

In an instant, the temperature of the entire top box seemed to drop by several degrees, and a cool breeze blew, making everyone shiver.