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Harry sat sullenly in his chair. Even though he sat in the enviable box on the top floor and was about to see him look forward to a summer of Quidditch World Cup, it didn't improve his mood in the slightest. This was entirely due to his Hogwarts classmate, Jack Silver of Ravenclaw House, a well-off, noble-born, well-being, but nosy, annoying fellow.

Harry couldn't remember exactly when this hatred of Silver began, but Harry knew that it hadn't diminished over time, but had grown stronger. Especially during the summer vacation, Sirius and Lupin, two people that Harry trusted, actually persuaded Harry to change his hostile attitude towards Silver. This made Harry even more unacceptable.

"They all think I'm wrong and want me to apologize to Silver? It can't be!" Harry thought bitterly. Still, he ostensibly accepted Sirius and Lupin's offer, for he remembered what Lucius Malfoy had said to his son two years earlier when he was hiding in a large cabinet in the Borgin-Bock store in Tumbledown Alley - "It is very unwise for you not to pretend to like a person when most people like him." ”

Ron, who was sitting next to him, certainly didn't know what Harry was thinking. He saw that Harry was a little upset, so he said to him, "Harry, spirit, there will be a performance of the team mascot before the game, it will be very exciting." ”

"Oh, that's always worth seeing. "You know, the national teams bring some exotic animals from their home countries to put on a show here. ”

For the next half hour, the box they were in gradually filled with people. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people, who looked like great wizards of great stature. Percy, who had just started working at the Ministry of Magic, seemed very busy—he scrambled to his feet again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in thorns. When the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the ground and shattered. Embarrassed, he fixed the lenses with his wand, and sat down in his seat. When Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look at Harry. Harry and Fudge had known each other before, and Fudge held Harry's hand like a father, greeted him with warmth, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

"Harry Potter, you know," he said to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was dressed in a magnificent black velvet robe trimmed with gold trim, and seemed to not understand a word of English, "Harry Potter...... Oh, and come to think of it, you should know who he is...... It was the boy who escaped death in 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 at it excitedly, muttering a string of words out loud.

"I knew it was going to make him understand. Fudge said to Harry wearily, "I'm not very good with words, and Barty Crouch should be in charge of this kind of thing." This is the Minister of Bulgaria, Mr. Oberlandek, or rather Mr. Obalonsk, who does not know English at all, and I have been arguing with him all day, and thankfully, he seems to understand what I mean for the first time. ”

"I don't think so, Mr. Minister. ”

"Oh, it turned out to be Little Jack. Fudge greeted the visitor with several times as much enthusiasm as he had done with Harry.

"Minister Obransk, the last time I visited you with my father, I was impressed by your fluency in English. Silver said to the Bulgarian minister after greeting Fudge.

The Bulgarian minister looked helpless: "Jack, you've ruined my fun. ”

"You can speak English!" Fudge said, in an annoyed tone, "but you've made me here all day!"

"Hey, that's fun. The Bulgarian minister shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Alright, alright, damn it, you're playing me around, and if you let those reporters know about it, I'll have to make the headlines again. Fudge said angrily, but he quickly controlled his feelings. "Oh, isn't this Lucius. ”

"Hello, Minister. Lucius Malfoy greeted Fudge. "Hello. I don't think you have met my wife, Narcissa, and our son, Draco. ”

Harry and Draco Malfoy have been bitter rivals since their first trip to Hogwarts. Draco was a pale-skinned boy with a pointed face and a pale yellow head, who looked very much like his father. His mother was also light-skinned and yellow-headed, and she was not very ugly, but she always put on a look of disgust, as if she had smelled something unpleasant.

"Oh, what a surprise party. "I have three fellow Hogwarts boys here (Ron is staring at him wistfully), Harry, Jack, Draco, you know each other." ”

"Yes, Minister, not only do we know each other, but we also have a deep friendship. Silver laughed.

Harry remained silent, staring at Silver and Malfoy, his nemesis. Draco Malfoy gave Harry the same mocking look. Silver is the old god, with an expression that has nothing to do with me.

Lucius apparently noticed Mr. Weasley beside Harry, and he whispered, "Oh my God, Arthur, what did you sell to get a seat in this top box? Your belongings are certainly not worth that much, are they?"

Fudge didn't understand what he was talking about, and said, "Lucius recently donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, Arthur. He was my guest of honor. ”

"Oh, that's great. Mr. Weasley said with a forced smile on his face.

Mr. Malfoy's gaze swept over Hermione, Silver's side, and Hermione blushed slightly, but stared at him without flinching. Silver stood in front of Hermione quietly. Lucius stared at him, reluctantly retracting his gaze and glaring back at Mr. Weasley.

"Alright, it's almost time to start, and I need to go back to my box. Silver said goodbye to the rest of the wizards in the box. Draco, on the other hand, glared at Harry and Ron contemptuously, and sat down between his parents.

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