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"Hold on, Hermione, it's time to get in." Silver grabbed Hermione's hand and followed the flow of people into one of the nearest entrances. Everyone grabbed their purchases in their hands and walked briskly into the woods along the passage illuminated by lanterns. They could hear hundreds of people walking around, shouting, laughing, and staccato singing. The frenzied excitement was contagious, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear.

"It's finally here." Silver breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Although every Quidditch World Cup, the Ministry of Magic of the host country has made as much preparation as possible, but occasionally there will be some small accidents, a group of wizards who are excited may not have a group of Muggles sanity, the 1944 and 1968 Quidditch World Cups have had quite strict stampede accidents, people are so excited that people get carried away and flock to the entrance, the wizards in front accidentally fall, and the wizards in the back can't dodge - just like Muggles, The frenzy and excitement took over the wizard's brain, and when the accident happened, no one reacted. ”

"Oh my gosh, I thought this kind of thing wouldn't happen in the wizarding world." Hermione said.

"The caster must keep his sanity at all times, and if he loses his mind, the caster is no different from an ordinary person." "Wizards aren't much different from Muggles except they can cast spells, and wizards like to have fun, to enjoy, to be thrilled - that's why we need Quidditch." ”

"First class ticket." The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Penthouse!" Go all the way upstairs to the top. ”

The staircase leading to the gymnasium is covered with a fuchsia carpet. They climbed the stairs with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people entered the stands on the left and right. Silver and Hermione kept walking up, their box on the top floor of the gymnasium.

"Sit down, there's only two of us in this box of twenty." Silver sat casually in a gilded chair, "Ranoud said he was going to stay in the tent because he had heard that a habitual thief, Mondongues, had come to see the World Cup. ”

Hermione frowned: "It's a bit bad to come here, but Lanoud can't watch the World Cup with us." ”

"It's okay, Lanod wasn't very interested in Quidditch in the first place - in fact, there aren't many house-elves who like Quidditch, they prefer to work and worry about their masters."

"But it's slave labor." Hermione bit her lip, apparently not giving up yet.

Silver laughed, "Alright, Hermione, it's not something you can change. House-elves are in such a nature that if you called Lanord over, he'd be going to watch the game with us while he ironed his hands - you don't want that. ”

"But you can command—"

"yes, I can command, but will that solve the problem?" Silver said, "For house-elves, the master is higher than a qiē. There are also some seniors in my family who want to improve the situation of the house-elves, but neither gentle persuasion nor forced orders have helped. House-elves are one of the crowning achievements of ancient alchemy - they are man-made magical creatures that were created from the beginning to serve wizards. Originally, they were man-made magical weapons, fighting with other intelligent magical creatures along with the wizards, and after the wizards cleared a qiē obstacle, they took care of the wizard's household chores as the wizard's most loyal servants. Obeying the master's orders and serving the master wholeheartedly is almost the meaning of the life of the house-elf. If you treat the house-elf too well and don't let him work, I'm afraid the house-elf will think that he is not needed and that things like self-harm will be taken for granted. ”

"But—"

"Alright, Hermione, don't dwell on this anymore, in fact, as long as you treat them well, it is already a great honor for them. Okay, calm down, we're here to watch—"

One hundred thousand wizards were seated in 66 years, and those seats were arranged in a stepped upward pattern around the oval gymnasium. Every qiē here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself. From their condescending vantage point, the arena looks as smooth as velvet. On each side of the court were three pitching hoops, fifty feet high. To their right, there was a huge blackboard with golden text flashing from it, as if an invisible hand was writing on the blackboard and then erasing it.

"There are more and more advertisements for the Quidditch World Cup, and it's not a good thing to be too commercial." Silver couldn't help but grumble.

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At this point, Hermione had given up on discussing the rights of elves with Silver, and she was eagerly flipping through her velvet-covered tasseled game manual.

"There will be a performance of the team's mascot before the game." She read aloud.

"Oh, it's quite a fun show, and each national team brings some magical creatures unique to their country to perform before the game to attract popularity." Silver said. "But it should be a while before the show, and we'll have to visit the other people in the other boxes - out of traditional etiquette."

Silver winked at Hermione.