Soon, on the day of the Quidditch World Cup, many wizards from all over the world were living in their tents, and countless foreigners were walking around in the wilderness, chatting enthusiastically, most of them eagerly discussing which team would win the event. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They have a variety of skin tones, black, white and yellow, and wear all kinds of fancy dresses, some of them wear dark green grass skirts, and their weaving skills are quite good. Some people have long, fiery red chicken feathers stuck in their heads, and some people seem to have just arrived from some freezing environment, and they are wrapped in thick jackets.

And more often than not, it is the businessmen who come here, and they grasp the business opportunity.

At this moment, they are able to attract more potential customers and sell their quirky gadgets.

Most of them were pushing carts filled with glowing rose-shaped badges - green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria You can also scream the names of the team members, there are green tall hats decorated with clovers dancing in the wind, there are Bulgarian belts, and the lion on the mackerel can really roar, there are the national flags of the two countries, and when they wave and play their national anthems, there are small models of fire crossbow arrows that can really fly, and there are statues of famous team members for collection, and those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand, looking triumphant.

"Draco, look at this. Pansy's little hand led Malfoy past the crowd and over to a vendor, a man covered in a black cloak, who stood out from the crowd compared to the men pushing carts and hawking, and the stalls were covered with well-woven and beautifully made gloves that were piled up in a hill. Looking at the shiny fabrics, Pansy's soul was hooked, and she couldn't take her eyes off it at all.

"How much?" asked Malfoy directly to the stall owner.

The man in the cloak did not speak, but stretched out a finger from under the cloak and pointed to the sign in front of the stall, which read in black handwriting: "One gold Galleon, no counteroffer." ”

"Once you've chosen the color, let's go, they're all waiting. Malfoy urged, a little helpless about this girl who was full of interest in everything, and yesterday, she and her parents "coincidentally" met the Malfoys, and then the work of guide was undoubtedly taken over by Malfoy.

Looking at Pansy's carefree and cheerful look, Malfoy knew that what he had said to her that night, Pansy probably didn't take to heart.

"That's fine. Malfoy smiled meaninglessly, she should still be carefree at this age.

"Don't rush me, it's up to you that I chose the wrong color. Pansy bit her fingers, her face full of tangled expressions, as if it would be a great pain to give up any color or style.

"Give, your gift. Pansy eventually picked out a pair of men's black gloves, trimmed them with silver trim, and handed them to Malfoy.

As soon as he started it, Malfoy felt a warm feeling, it should be the stall owner who applied some magic on it, of course, the time limit must be very short, and most of the magic applied to the utensils is time-sensitive.

"Good vision. Malfoy praised it perfunctorily, and then reminded him unintentionally: "If you don't enter again, maybe there will be no place, seeing that there are so many people here now, it's not easy to wait." ”

"Let's go, then!" said Pansy, who hurriedly dropped the money as if she had been caught in some sore foot, and dragged Malfoy's hand again in the direction of the gymnasium.

Before Pansy had taken a few steps, she suddenly stopped her steps, as if sensing something, and stared straight at her eyes

"You're lying to me again, we're in a box! Not from the stands. She said angrily, a little annoyed that she had been deceived so easily.

"Don't you think this kind of fierce game looks more atmospheric in the crowd?" Malfoy said with a laugh.

Pansy imagined that if they were both with their parents, they would be uncomfortable, they couldn't speak loudly, and they had to keep their words and deeds on all the time, and make a good impression on both sides, and it seemed that it would be better to run to the stands and shout with the crowd, and release their enthusiasm for the game in the tsunami-like shouts.

"You seem to have a point...... Pansy had accepted Malfoy's suggestion, but was reluctant to appear to be convinced.

"That's it, just do as I say. Malfoy hardened, and seemed to know what Pansy was thinking. "When your dad asks, just push it on me. ”

"That's what you said. Pansy now immediately put on an expectant look, as if watching a game in the stands was a novel experience for her.

The game at Hogwarts is completely different from here, whether it is the excitement of the game, the quality of the players, or the audience watching the game, it is very different, just looking at the current situation outside the stadium is enough to prove how influential this most glamorous sport in the wizarding world is.

And since she became a player on the Slytherin Quidditch team, she has had a lot fewer opportunities to watch games, and rarely has she had such pure fun at a moment, when she used to watch games, she was studying other people's tactics.

Hundreds of people walked around, hearing shouts, laughter, and staccato singing. The frenzied euphoria was contagious, and even Malfoy was a little infected, and his heart was beating with it.

"Maybe it would be interesting to check it out. But he quickly dismissed his idea, he had a lot more important things to deal with than that.

Malfoy needed a shield, a plausible reason to disappear from his parents' sights.

Just as he was still thinking about how his plan should be implemented next, Pansy's voice rang in his ears again: "Draco, which team are you supporting in this final?"

"Huh?" Malfoy said thoughtfully, then tentatively said, "Wemburn Hornets?", which was the team Bagman used to be on.

"They're eliminated in the first round!" Pansy grimaced at Malfoy, "it's going to be Bulgaria and Ireland, don't you even know which two teams are in the final?"

"Of course not. Malfoy said that he had learned a considerable amount about Quidditch before approaching Ludo Bagman.

And playing stupid now, of course, is too much trouble, because he doesn't know which team Pansy supports. If there is a disagreement, the girl will have to whisper in his ear again.

Of course, Malfoy was still wrong, and Pansy was now actively instilling in him the information he had already studied, analysing the tactics that the two teams might use today, or the players who might be playing.

After listening to Pansy's "science" all the way, Malfoy finally arrived at their destination today, a huge stadium large enough to hold 100,000 people, surrounded by magnificent golden walls

"Third-class tickets!" said the Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance, looking at their tickets, "the bleachers, just follow the crowd to the right." ”