"Would you feel better if I told you that these gold coins were conjured by magic from the little elf of Ireland?" Malfoy looked at Pansy with some amusement, the little money fan's attributes made his heart lighter. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's the difference, it's not all gold. Pansy said gloomily.

"Since it's magic, of course the gold will disappear when the time limit expires. Malfoy could only point it out.

"Then why are they so aggressive in picking up these gold coins now? Pansy pointed at it, and several people with shamrocks on their heads bent down in a panic, and even went under the chairs to pick up the gold coins, if it was fake, how could anyone be willing to pick it up?

"That's because they're as stupid as you are. Malfoy struck Pansy lightly on the forehead with a knife like a breeze blowing, and the hairs in front of Pansy's forehead floated up with it, looking a little messy.

"Don't hit me on the head, if you're stupid, you'll be stupid. Unconvinced, Pansy hurriedly straightened her hair, but her tone was not so low, but became brisk.

Now that she is looking at these mediocre people in front of her, her heart is a lot more balanced.

It doesn't seem so uncomfortable to think that these people have been busy for so long, but in the end they are empty and happy.

"Also, are you here to pick up the gold coins?" Malfoy was about to continue, when he felt Pansy shaking his shoulders desperately, her little face flushed with excitement, and her attention was quickly diverted.

"Draco, look!" Pansy said excitedly, her eyes returning to the arena.

Malfoy immediately set his sights on the field, and sure enough, the rain of coins was almost over at this time, and it was time for the Quidditch national team to take the stage.

The giant clover was gone, and the leprechauns slowly descended to the opposite side of the fairies in the arena and sat cross-legged, ready to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch team!

A red-clad figure riding on a broomstick flew into the arena from one of the entrances below, flying so fast that it was like a bolt of lightning that it was impossible to see. He won the rave applause of all the supporters of the Bulgarian team.

"Ivanova!"

A second, crimson-robed figure swooped out.

"Zoglaf, Lefski, Vokanov, Volkov, Next - Krum!"

Victor Krum was dark and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a large hooked nose, and two thick black eyebrows, which looked like a huge eagle. I can't believe he's only eighteen years old, and he's even just a student at school.

"Now, welcome—the Irish National Quidditch team!," Bagman shouted, "and it's Connolly, Ryan, Troy, Marlet, Moran, Quigley, and—and—and—Linzi!"

Seven vague green figures flew towards the arena, their broomsticks emblazoned with "Fire Crossbow Arrows" and their names rusted with silver thread on their backs.

"And our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the much-loved president of the International Quidditch Federation, who flew in from Egypt!"

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Pansy said dissatisfied, but still staring eagerly at the center of the field, staring intently at the Quidditch players.

The spectators surrounding the stadium suddenly waved their flags as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times, and then the flags changed, revealing an image of Krum catching the Golden Snitch as if it were made of thousands of small squares.

Then it changed, and the image of Krum began to smile.

"Oh, that's so handsome!" In another part of the stadium, the Weasleys watched the scene eagerly, and Ron screamed and looked at Krum on the court with adoration, this was his idol, how he wished he could one day be on the field.

Harry is the same, as for Hermione on the side, she is also unconsciously infected by these atmospheres, natural women are not particularly enthusiastic about these sports, she grew up in a non-wizarding family, she lacks a certain amount of edification, but she still blends into this atmosphere.

"Dude, catch the Golden Snitch!" George and Fred shouted at the top of their lungs, eagerly cheering on their key bets.

Then they looked at each other again and shouted again, "Don't catch it too soon!"

"Ah, he-he-he-they're leaving!" Bagman screamed, "It's Marlet, Troy, Moran, Dimitrov, and Marlet, Troy, Lefsky, Moran!" Bagman's commentary began, and it was the official start of the game.

The Quidditch players on both sides went back and forth on the field, leaving only afterimages, and the power of the fire bolts was fully used in their hands, while the players of Pansy's team did not fully use the broomsticks when they were playing.

"Come on!" "Come on!" When people are so enthusiastic about watching the game, they don't care about the situation around them at all, they are all focused on watching the ever-changing situation on the field.

Pansy was no exception, even though the person in the seat next to her was gone.

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Barty Crouch Jr. now felt his brain clear, he was trying his best to get out of the grip of the Imperius Curse, his consciousness was now foggy, he only remembered that he seemed to be watching Quidditch now, but where was he now? the box, or the bleachers? The cheers on the green field were like a tsunami, which made him even more dizzy.

"Young master, don't be like this, please watch the game quietly, don't make trouble for the master! This is the opportunity that the master finally gave you!" Twinkle on the side looked at the desperately struggling little Barty Crouch, looking very flustered.

"Oh?" Twinkle suddenly heard a young man's voice in his tone, with some surprise in his tone.

"Strange house-elf, are you talking to the air?" Malfoy asked knowingly, he had sneaked into Barty Crouch, the acting minister's box, which seemed empty, with only a few gilded purple chairs scattered around, Mr. Barty Crouch was not here, he was so busy right now that he didn't even have time to watch the thrilling Quidditch World Cup final.

Even if this box is the most noble and luxurious, the best private box with the best perspective, he doesn't have extra energy to focus on it, he is now in a hurry, he just presided over the opening ceremony, just a few words of mention, and left in a hurry, causing the audience to basically have no impression of him.

This may also be the source of Barty Jr.'s resentment towards him, busy with work, neglecting his family, and treating himself very harshly, but unfortunately, he does not know that his father has always been proud and proud of him, and often shows off to his colleagues how his talented son is in school.

However, the lack of communication led to the inevitable occurrence of tragedy, if before Barty Crouch Jr. was imprisoned, the father and son still had the opportunity to be honest with each other and talk about everything, but when Barty Jr.'s mother died for him, there was no room for alleviation of the previous conflict between the father and son

Shining's body froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, and then said in a calm tone: "Shiny is just talking to himself, Shiny has a mental problem, please ignore Shining's crazy words." ”

"Really?" said Malfoy, mocking his doubts, as if agreeing with it.

"I've come to ask Uncle Crouch for help, and it is said that the witch who checked the ticket said that this was his box, and since he wasn't here, I would wait here, and there happened to be a vacant seat here. ”

As he spoke, Malfoy walked over to the chair where Barty Crouch Jr. was.

"Hmm, why is the chair shaking?" Malfoy's gaze shot at the unusual chair, which was shaking wildly though there was no one sitting on it.

After hearing his father's name, Barty Crouch Jr.'s struggle became more and more obvious, as if he had been greatly stimulated, and of course, Malfoy had not seen it so far.

"Interesting. Malfoy sensed the noise and touched his chin.

Then he quickened his pace, approached Barty Crouch Jr., as if he had seen through the void, and directly stretched out his hand to grab it, and lifted the invisibility cloak covering Barty Jr.

"Look, what did I find. Malfoy's wand had reached the man's temple, and he could not even use magic if he wanted to, as long as he poked it hard, the man's temple would bloom and kill him instantly.

"Oh my God! Shining made a big mistake! Shining didn't complete the task assigned by his master, so that the little master was discovered by others. The house-elf on the side said in horror, showing a look of despair, and his body trembled uncontrollably, and then he could no longer speak, but his lips trembled, and the big eyes revealed self-blame and fear.

It doesn't know what its master will do when he learns all this.

"Maybe the master will give Twinkle a pair of socks?" As soon as she thought of this, Twinkle fainted directly on the floor paved with Nanmu.

Barty Crouch Jr. didn't pay attention to Malfoy's threat at all, just bracing his body, trying to get up from the chair, the control of the Imperius Curse for a long time made him a little weak, and just now in order to break free from the control, he consumed a lot of physical strength,

"Tell me, what is your faith? This answer will determine your fate. Malfoy's questioning voice was quick to hear.

Did my dad finally lose patience with me? and find an Auror at such a young age to judge me, oh, by the way, are you an Auror? Isn't he afraid to get me in again and lose his job? I want to see how he explains how I escaped from prison. Barty Crouch Jr. laughed at this time, laughing wildly and proudly, apparently for his own escape from Azkaban.

"Since you asked, then I will tell you, of course my faith is loyalty to my master, the great Dark Lord has only temporarily lost his power, and my esteemed master will come sooner or later" Little Barty had a feverish smile on his face, and now it seemed that he didn't care that he might return to Azkaban and endure the darkness of his cell.

"Well, it looks like Bertha Jorkins is not lying. Malfoy nodded in agreement, then pulled his wand back and left his temple.

"It's good that you're still as loyal as I am, and now we have room to continue talking. Malfoy nodded in satisfaction, and Barty Crouch, who was smiling hideously, was stunned.

"As a sign of sincerity, I'd better state my identity, my name is Draco Malfoy, and you may know my father. Malfoy was the first to give a brief introduction to himself in front of the man.

"Oh, traitor's son. Barty Crouch Jr. sneered and said that he still clearly remembered what Lucius had done when he was on trial, he had "betrayed" the great Dark Lord, chosen to "whitewash" himself, and returned to wizarding society, continuing to play the role of a pure-blood wizard who he considered noble.

"But the traitor you call it, or the son of a traitor, has now taken the initiative to find you and conspire with you, otherwise, you would still be a muddy, controlled puppet. Not to be outdone, Malfoy retorted.

Barty Crouch Jr. was silent, but it was not a silence that would come after he was immediately convinced, but he was thinking about the credibility of the boy in front of him.

"Then what am I going to do? you find" Barty Jr. suddenly grabbed Malfoy's shoulders with both hands, and said with a serious face, he couldn't find a reason for the boy in front of him to deceive him, and as for other suspicions, he could ask them later.

In just a short period of time, they have proven their "loyalty" to each other.

"Don't worry, we still have a lot of time. Malfoy said slowly, "We still lack some proper opportunities." He raised an eyebrow and said, looking a little dissatisfied with Barty Jr.'s urging.

But at the bottom of his heart, Malfoy is much more relaxed, the most important step has been completed, and he has now earned Barty Jr.'s trust.

At the beginning, he put himself on the side of the active questioning, let Barty Jr. explain first, and then caused a sense of disparity in his heart, although Barty Jr. may still have some disgust with him because of Lucius, but he also maintained his trust because of it.

"It's time for us to go, my father could come back at any time. Little Barty now suddenly twisted his head and began to look around, looking cautious.