After a long day of waiting, just as night fell, the Quidditch World Cup was about to begin.

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone walked briskly into the woods along the lantern-lit passageway, with all the knick-knacks they had bought in their hands.

They could hear hundreds of people walking around, shouting, laughing, and staccato singing.

The frenzied excitement was contagious, and Harry couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear.

They walked in the woods for twenty minutes, laughing and joking loudly, and finally came out of the other side of the woods. At this time, they found themselves in the shadow of a huge gymnasium. Harry could only see a portion of the magnificent golden wall around the arena, but he could see that it would not be a problem to have ten cathedrals inside.

"It can accommodate 100,000 spectators." Mr. Weasley smiled at the look of astonishment on Harry's face and said, "Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for a whole year. Every inch of the place has been cast with a Muggle banishment spell. ”

As he spoke, he led everyone to the nearest entrance. There, there were already many yelling wizards.

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

The staircase leading to the stadium was covered with a fuchsia carpet, and they climbed the stairs with the crowd, slowly moving into the stands on the left and right.

"I'm not with them anymore." Luna handed the witch the ticket her father had bought for her, and said in a daze.

"Oh - I would have gotten an extra ticket if I had known." Mr. Weasley said regretfully.

Lovegood's family had always been short of money, and he should have thought of it, but Luna's father came too suddenly, and he didn't have time to prepare.

Although the Weasleys are not wealthy, they are better than having a position, aren't they?

Mr. Weasley's group continued to ascend until they reached the top of the stairs. They found themselves in a small box, located at the top of the gymnasium, and facing the golden goalposts.

There are twenty or so purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows, that look really great.

Luna's position is a few levels lower, but luckily, it's a Quidditch match! For a three-dimensional sport, there's really not much difference in the viewing seats – just a seat that is too low can be a bit neck-consuming to watch.

One hundred thousand wizards were taking their seats one after another, and those seats were arranged in a stepped upward pattern around the oval-shaped gymnasium.

Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself.

From Harry's condescending vantage point, the arena looked as smooth as velvet. On each side of the court were three pitching hoops, fifty feet high; To their right, almost parallel to Harry's line of sight, was a large blackboard with golden text flashing from it, as if an invisible hand was writing on the board and then erasing it.

Harry took a closer look and realized that the flashing text was an advertisement for the audience in the arena.

At this moment, Hermione was eagerly flipping through her velvet-covered tasseled race manual.

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

"Oh, that's always worth seeing." Mr. Weasley said, "You know, the national teams bring some amazing 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 graduated and taken up his post at the Ministry of Magic, hurried 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.

And 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.

Of course, if he knew that the man in front of him had sent Maca to Azkaban, he probably wouldn't be where he is now.

However, because the matter was so deeply involved, it is still a highly confidential matter to this day. As a result, not many people who work in the Ministry of Magic know much.

"Harry Potter, you know," Fudge said aloud to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic beside him, who was dressed in a gorgeous 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, right? ”

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 tiredly, "I'm not very good at languages, and when it comes to this kind of thing, I need Barty Crouch." Ah, I see his house-elf taking a seat for him...... It's so thoughtful, these guys in Bulgaria always want to cheat on the best seats...... Ah, Lucius is coming! ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately turned their heads away.

Squeezing into the three still empty seats in the second row behind Mr. Weasley were none other than Dobby's original owner: Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman Harry guessed must be Draco's mother.

Lucius's face was still gloomy, but when he saw Fudge, he walked over and barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Ah, Fudge," he said, walking over to the Minister of Magic and extending his hand, "Hello! I guess you haven't met my wife Narcissa yet, have you? And our son Decora. ”

"Hello, hello," said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy, "allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberlandek—Mr. Obaronsk—who is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, and that's okay, he doesn't understand what I'm saying anyway. Let me see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, right? ”

Lucius glanced at Mr. Weasley, and quickly looked away—he didn't have the energy to fight Weasley, he was worried right now!

Not long after, after a few small talks, Ludo Bagman, the head of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Physical Education, rushed into the box with great energy.

"Are you all ready?" His round face sparkled like a giant ball of cheese, "Minister, can we begin?" ”

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

Ludo drew his wand and pointed it to his throat and said, "Loud voice! ”

Then his words resounded like thunder throughout the packed gymnasium. His voice echoed over their heads, resounding to every corner of the stands.

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

The audience immediately erupted in bursting cheers and applause.

Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem, and the scene was really lively. On the blackboard across from them, the last line reads, "Bibi Beans – Every Bite Is an Adventure!" The ad was erased and now reads:

"Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0."

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce ...... The mascot of the Bulgarian national team! ”

To the right of the stands was a neat bright red phalanx, which erupted in loud cheers at the moment.

"I don't know what they brought." Mr. Weasley said, leaning out of his seat. "Ahh He took off his glasses abruptly and hurriedly wiped them on his robe, "Mei Wa! ”

"What's a flatter—"

Seeing that a hundred girls had already slid into the arena, Harry's question was answered.

She was a woman—the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen! But they didn't look like real people—why did their skin glow as soft as the moon, why did their hair flutter behind their heads without the wind......

Just then, the music played, and Harry stopped thinking about whether she was real or not—in fact, he couldn't think about anything.

As she began to dance, Harry's mind went blank and he felt a sense of utter joy.

Everything in the world doesn't matter anymore, as long as he can keep watching the babies, because if they stop dancing, something terrible will happen......

And directly opposite the box where Harry was, in the top box at the other end of the arena, a small figure was also looking at those beautiful babies in distraction.

She just watched quietly, without the slightest expression on her face, but there was a sense of loneliness invisibly.

"Willy, don't worry, that's none of your business." A middle-aged man comforted softly beside her.

"It's okay, Dad."

That little figure was none other than Willy Blois, who had been specially brought by her father from Hogwarts to watch the game.

On the other side, as the baby danced faster and faster, some crazy, unformed thoughts began to swirl in Harry's dizzy mind.

He wanted to do something particularly remarkable, and he did it now. How about jumping from a box into the gym? Looks good...... But is it exciting enough?

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice came from afar.

The music stopped, and Harry blinked blankly.

He stood there with one leg perched against the wall of the box. Next to him, Ron made a gesture that seemed to be about to dive off the springboard and stayed there motionless.

Hermione let out a loud smack, and she reached out to pull Harry back to his seat.

"Oops, how can you do this! If Maca were here, she wouldn't be as ashamed as you! ”

On the side, Fudge had an unnatural look on his face when he heard the name "Maca".