As the evening came, the crowd began to agitate, perhaps as the game was approaching, and a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a cloud that could be touched. At dusk, even the silent summer air seems to tremble in anticipation. As the night hung like a curtain over hundreds of eagerly waiting wizards, the last trace of camouflage vanished: the Ministry seemed to succumb to the inevitable tendency to stop working against the people, allowing the obvious signs of magic to pop up everywhere.

Augustus sat on a bench in the tent garden, leisurely watching the wizards come and go around him, and there was no sense of excitement about the upcoming game. There are constantly small vendors descending from the sky, pushing carts back and forth, selling their goods back and forth, which are filled with various types of goods. Lillian sat impatiently beside Augustus, reading the Muggle romance novel in her hand, deaf to the clamor around her.

Malfoy walked in through the door and stopped a passing businessman, "This thing seems to be of some use, Mr. Augustus, you see, the telescopes allow us to get a closer look at the players' dribbling skills." ”

"Panoramic telescopes," the wizard vendor enthusiastically pitched, "you can replay the footage...... Put ...... in slow motion It also quickly flashes an analysis of the situation if desired. Let's make a deal - ten Galleons each. ”

"Well, that sounds pretty good. In that case, you can buy three by the way. Lillian still stared at the book in her hand, and commanded without raising her head.

"Well, that's it, thirty gold galleons. Come on three. Malfoy looked like a slave and took three panoramic binoculars from the vendor. It wasn't until I bought it that I realized that I seemed to be a little too obedient.

As the weather grew darker and the sun sank to the horizon, a low, deep gong sound could be heard somewhere in the distance of the woods, and at once, thousands of red, green, and green lanterns bloomed brightly on the trees, brightening the way to the arena.

"The time is up," said Bryan and Lucius, who came out to inform Augustus, "hurry up, let's go." ”

The five of them walked towards the venue in the darkness of the lanterns, surrounded by wizards of all kinds of costumes, shouting, laughing, and staccato singing along the way. After walking through the woods for about twenty minutes, I walked out of the exit and was greeted by a huge gymnasium. As far as the eye can see, there is only a part of the grand golden wall of the arena.

"It looks a bit imposing, I heard that it can accommodate 100,000 spectators, but I don't know what the Muggles are doing and have never found out here." Malfoy said strangely as he introduced Augustus.

"I don't know how you got to Hogwarts, but if you think about the school's castle, you know why Muggles can't find out about it. Hey, IQ crushing. Lillian said disdainfully, red eyes with disdain.

Malfoy coughed twice without blushing and heartbeat, "Haluha, I actually knew the Tao for a long time, but I just want you to have a chance to show in front of Mr. Augustus." ”

Lucius touched his forehead a little helplessly, as if there was nothing he could do about his son's thick-skinned face, he patted Draco on the shoulder seriously, "It's time to enter the field, it's better to pay a little attention to your image, after all, you're a Malfoy." ”

The five walked to the entrance, "Grandfare." The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Penthouse!" All the way upstairs, Mr. Bryan Lucius, to the very top. ”

The staircase leading to the gymnasium is covered with a fuchsia carpet. Following the flow of people directly towards the tower, slowly the crowd entered the stands on the left and right. The last step was to the top floor of the staircase, at the top of the gymnasium, and directly opposite the golden goalposts. There are about twenty purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows.

There were already many people in the box seated, and Lucius and Brian led the three of them to the third row on the top floor of the box.

"Ah, it's Fudge," Lucius held out his hand as he walked past the Minister of Magic, "Hello. I don't think you have met my son yet, Draco. Mr. Augustus, you've probably seen it a long time ago. As for this, Director Blaine, the Department of Mysteries, you should have dealt with him a lot. This is his daughter, Lillian. ”

Fudge shook hands with the five of them one by one with an official smile on his face, until Augustus, he smiled at Augustus with a slightly bitter face, "This time Atskaban is missing nearly half of the Dementors, Mr. Augustus must be merciful in the future, and if you come a few more times, the prisoners will probably be grateful to you." By the way, say hello to your parents on my behalf, it's a shame they didn't come this time. ”

Augustus chuckled, "Dementors will definitely not come to Hogwarts in the future, these dark creatures, the Ministry of Magic still needs to strengthen the management, otherwise, I don't mind taking care of it for you." ”

Fudge nodded yes, still with a standard smile on his face.

"By the way, Mr. Augustus, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberanzek—Mr. Obaronsk, who is the Minister of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic," Fudge solemnly introduced to several people.

"Well, let me see who else, ah, of course—you know Arthur? Weasley, right? ”

Only then did Augustus notice that Harry and his party were already sitting in the corner. Mr. Malfoy's cold gray eyes crossed Mr. Weasley, looking back and forth at the row of seats.

"Oh my God, Arthur," he whispered, "what did you sell to get a seat in this top box?" Your belongings aren't 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.

Augustus nodded to a few people, Lucius glanced at them coldly, with Fudge and Augustus in the people, he was not easy to attack.

The five of them walked straight to the first row to take their seats, and then Ludo Bagman rushed into the box.

"Are you all ready?" He said, his round face shining like a giant spherical piece of cheese, "Minister—can we begin?" ”

"You say let's get started, Ludo." Fudge said kindly.

Ludo drew his wand and pointed it to his throat and said, "Loud voice! Then his words thundered through the packed gymnasium. His voice echoed over their heads, resounding to every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Welcome! Welcome to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup! ”