One hundred thousand wizards sat one after another, densely packed around the oval stadium, arranged in a stepped upward pattern.

All of a sudden, the entire stadium was shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which came from the stadium itself, looking down condescendingly, and the whole arena was as neat and flat as velvet.

On each side of the arena stood three pitching rings, fifty feet high, and to their right, almost at the level of the box, was a huge blackboard, on which the golden text flashed, as if there was an invisible giant hand writing on the blackboard.

"Look, the Magic Trick Shop advertisement!" Fred pointed to the big blackboard in front of him and shouted excitedly, the blackboard was playing an advertisement for the Poisoned Egg Magic Trick Workshop, and introduced in detail the functions of various prank supplies, I have to say that the British Ministry of Magic, as the organizer, has given Iger a lot of face.

The golden text picture as an advertisement flashed on the blackboard for more than three minutes before slowly disappearing, and then all kinds of broomsticks were introduced.

"That's awesome...," Ron fiddled with the panoramic glasses in his hand, his hands constantly adjusting.

"yes, that's great." Fred smiled ambiguously: "This thing fell into our hands..."

"We can play with it...", George said with a wicked smile on his face, and the twins happily exchanged hands, as if they had thought of something terrible...

Hermione eagerly flipped through a velvet cover with tassels and ran her fingers across the paper: "There will be a performance of the team's mascot before the game." Hermione exclaimed.

"Oh... That's great. Iger snorted.

He doesn't have much interest in the Irish leprechauns, but he is interested in the Bulgarian team's mascot, Meiwa...

"That must be worth seeing." Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "You know, the national teams are bringing some exotic animals from their own countries to put on a show here. ”

The venue was gradually crowded with people, but fortunately, Egger's box was all booked early, and a group of dogs and babies didn't feel too boring.

From time to time, high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic hurriedly walked by, Scrimgeour walked by with a yellow hair and black face like an old lion, without looking at Egger, Fudge walked into the box enthusiastically and shook hands with everyone, fully playing the image of a slippery politician.

Of course, Fudge did a good job on the surface, at least on the surface, as if Egger had a musty attitude at all, and introduced Egger and Harry to the people behind him.

Iger then realized that the man was the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, and he was dressed in a magnificent black velvet robe trimmed with gold trim, but he didn't seem to understand a word of English.

But even though he couldn't understand the language, the man's eyes were fixed on Harry's scar and Egger's horn, and he rubbed his hands together excitedly, muttering something to Egger and Harry.

"To be honest, I'm not very good at languages, this kind of thing should be something Barty Crouch should worry about, I just saw their elf in another box, and they are helping him occupy a seat, and I think so thoughtfully, these guys in Bulgaria always want to get the best seats... Yes... Lucius is coming! ”

Fudge dragged Lucius away in a hurry, seemingly not wanting Lucius to stay in the room for long.

After all, Egger's existence is here, and it doesn't matter if he is polite, if he is too affectionate, not to mention that Fudge himself can't stand it, he will even wonder if Egger will put a curse on himself.

"I guess if everybody's ready, let's get started, shall we?" Ludo Bagman staggered outside the door and stopped Fudge, looking tired, Iger knew why, but he didn't think to help him.

But looking at his appearance, he should have raised a thousand Galleons, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to stand out in front of Egger...

"Very well, you said to start with it, Ludo, is it my delusion to bring out your best form? I always feel like you're a little tired. Fudge looked at Bagman with concern.

"Excuse me, Mr. Minister—" Bagman looked in Egger's direction with a grim look on his face, and then he drew his wand, the tip of which rested lightly against his neck.

"So... Ahem... The voice is loud. Bagman's voice resounded like thunder inside the stadium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to you and to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause, thousands of flags waved at the same time, and occasionally accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem, the scene was lively for a while.

"Well, without further ado, allow me to introduce - the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Bagman's voice fell, and a loud cheer erupted from the right side of the stands.

"I don't know what they brought." Mr. Weasley smiled happily.

"Mei Wa." Egg glanced at it lightly, and then retracted his head in a pretending style.

"What?" Harry was stunned and looked ahead, as a group of babies walked out of the crowd, their white skin reflecting the moonlight, and as soon as they came out of the crowd, they began to dance happily.

"Oh my God... They're so beautiful..."Ron muttered quietly with a blank look in his eyes.

"It's okay, I think... So so. Egg whispered, dodging Hermione's probing gaze.

Harry suddenly wanted to do something great, and he thought that it might attract the beauties in the room.

Well, how about jumping out of the box into the gym? Feeling good?

But is it exciting enough?

"Calm down!" Egger's voice sounded in the minds of a group of boys, shocking everyone's hearts like a flood of bells.

Harry snapped back to his senses, blinking blankly and finding himself on one leg in the stands, next to Ron diving and crouching motionless in the stands.

Neville was even more unbearable, he had even taken off his clothes, and so did Dean and Seamus, who didn't know why, Seamus was still holding a lot of howling mushrooms, and it seemed that he had suffered it tonight.

Draco's movements were the same as Harry's, and he seemed a little more reserved.

Looking down, the girls were being driven away by the host's Aurors, and the venue was filled with angry roars, and it seemed that many of the male compatriots were reluctant to let the girls leave.

Immediately after, under Bagman's introduction, a group of Irish goblins also flew out from the other side of the field, and it suddenly rained gold coins in the arena.

Iger leaned back on the chaise longue expressionless, indifferent, steady as an old dog.

However, Ron was excited, and the golden coins quickly pulled him out of the frustration of the girls' departure, and a group of boys began to frantically pick up the gold coins again.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she watched the group of boys lean in Egg's direction.

It's still a good dog, well-informed, and a stable batch...

"This little Irish leprechaun... Is it illegal to catch it without permission? Iger pinched his chin and muttered as he looked at the golden rain of light in the sky.

Hermione: "......"

"Egger, here's the money for the telescope!" Ron eagerly stuffed a large handful of gold coins, and Egg grinned and silently accepted them.

Looks like he didn't know the gold coins were going to disappear, right?

I guess I might cry when I know it...

Probably...