While eating, Mr. Weasley's colleagues from the Ministry of Magic appeared in front of the tent. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Mr. Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch.

Mr. Ludo Bagman sat lazily on the grass in his old Hornets robes. In contrast to him, Mr. Barty Crouch had a straight waist and stiff movements, and wore a spotlessly structured suit and tie. The short black hair was neatly groomed, and the middle slit was a little unnatural. His mustache, narrow like a toothbrush, looked like it had been trimmed with a slide ruler, and his shoes were polished.

It is no wonder that Percy admires Mr. Crouch, who has always advocated strict discipline, and Mr. Crouch scrupulously adheres to the Muggle dress code, and he does it so authentically that he can impersonate a bank manager.

"I don't think even Uncle Vernon can tell who he really is." Harry said.

The group ate and drank the drink, and the time passed quickly.

As the afternoon passed, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud. At dusk, even the silent summer air seems to tremble in anticipation. As the night enveloped hundreds of eagerly waiting wizards like a curtain, the last vestiges of camouflage vanished: the Ministry seemed to succumb to the inevitable tendency to no longer oppose the people, allowing the obvious signs of magic to pop up everywhere.

Every few steps, apparitional vendors descend from the sky, carrying trays and carts, filled with strange and quirky gadgets. There are glowing rose-shaped badges – green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria – and the names of the players are screamed; There are green tall hats decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; There is a Bulgarian belt, and the lion printed on it will really roar; There are the national flags of the two countries, and when they are waved, their national anthems are played; There is also a small model of a fire crossbow arrow that can really fly; There are statues of famous team members for collection, and those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand with a triumphant look.

"I've saved up my pocket money for the summer, and that's what I wanted." As the four of them leisurely walked through the vendors, Ron said to Harry as he bought souvenirs. Ron buys a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rose-shaped badge, but he also buys a small statue of the Bulgarian Seeker Victor Krum. The small Krum walked back and forth on Ron's hand, frowning at the green badge above him.

"Wow, look at these!" Harry said, rushing to a small cart that was piled high with what looked like binoculars, but it was covered with all sorts of weird knobs and turntables.

"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. ”

"If only I hadn't bought this." Ron looked at his dancing shamrock hat and looked at the panoculars with greed.

"Buy four." Duten walked up and said to the wizard with a smile.

"Don't-don't bother." Ron said, his face flushed.

He didn't know why Du Teng was so rich, but in short, he was much richer than him, and he was always sensitive to this fact.

"Well, we're friends, you don't care, or you can give up your Christmas presents," Harry said to him, shoving the panoculars into his and Hermione's hands, "Remember, I'm not going to give you a gift this year!" ”

"Reasonable enough." Ron grinned and said.

"Thank you, Dutten," Hermione said, "I'll buy everyone a copy of the competition manual, and lo and behold, there's—"

After buying a lot of things, and even Harry, a little tycoon, had little money in his pocket, they went back to their tent. Bill, Charlie and Ginny also bought green sports badges, and Mr. Weasley carried an Irish flag. Fred and George had no souvenirs, and they gave all the gold coins to Bagman.

At this moment, a low, deep gong sound was heard from somewhere in the distance of the woods, and immediately, thousands of red, green, and green lanterns bloomed brightly on the trees, illuminating the road to the arena.

"It's time!" Mr. Weasley said, looking as excited as everyone else, "Hurry up, let's go!" ”

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone walked briskly into the woods along the lantern-lit passageway, with their purchases in hand. They could hear hundreds of people walking around, shouting, laughing, and staccato singing. The excitement was contagious, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

They walked in the woods for twenty minutes, laughing and joking loudly, and finally came out of the other side of the woods, when they found themselves in the shadow of a huge gymnasium. Looking up, he could only see part 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 said as he saw the stunned expressions on everyone's faces. "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. Throughout the year, whenever a Muggle approached the area, they would suddenly remember something urgent and hurried away...... May God bless them. He said lovingly, leading them to the nearest populace, which was already filled with many shouting wizards.

"First class ticket!" The Ministry of Magic wizard at the Population Division looked at their tickets and said, "Penthouse!" Go upstairs, Arthur, 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. 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 about twenty purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows. The group lined up and sat in the front row, looking down, a scene that even Du Teng could not have imagined before.

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 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, almost parallel to everyone's line of sight, was a huge blackboard with golden text flashing from it, as if an invisible hand was writing on the blackboard and then erasing it. Harry took a closer look and realized that the flashing text was an advertisement for the audience in the arena.

"Cornflower: a broomstick for the whole family – safe, reliable and with a built-in burglar buzzer...... Mrs. Skoll All-purpose Miracle Stain Remover: Easily remove stains! …… Wizarding Outfit - London, Paris, Hogsmeade ......"

There wasn't much in the box yet, except for a surprisingly small guy sitting in the penultimate seat in the row behind them. The little one's legs were too short to stick out on the chair in front of it. It wears a tea towel around its body, like a loose robe, and its face is buried in its hands. However, the pair of long, bat-like ears were so familiar......

House-elves are a race conquered by sorcerers in ancient wars, and each one must be trained as a servile at birth, and must be slaves who have served their masters for generations. They are responsible for all the household chores and are bound by their masters, and they cannot disobey their master's orders at will, and if they disobey, they must punish themselves.

For them, their highest right is to obey the orders of their masters. They had to toil all their lives, and they would not be granted the right to freedom unless their master handed them a piece of clothing. So the owners are generally very careful and try not to let them get clothes from them. House-elves have no pay, no holidays, they take pride in their labor and are ashamed of roaming freely.

Generally speaking, the magic of the house-elves will be mostly life magic, such as cleaning and cooking, but in fact, the magic of the house-elves will be far more than that, and more house-elves are needed by the family not because of their life skills but because of their extraordinary magic, and some house-elves may have magic far beyond their masters. For example, in Hogwarts, where wizards can't apparition migrate, elves can apparition at will and move freely.

Kreacher, the house-elf in the original book, survived the deliberate murder of the Dark Lord, and his magic is strong.

It's a pity that such a magical race has become a slave of human beings, and now it has become a slave to the human race, and it is almost impossible to change it.

The house-elves that appear in this room now should be the sparkle in the original book, the elves of the Crouch family. If she's right, then her side ......

Du Teng's eyes moved, and he saw a flowing cloud of magic. Through magic, he saw a young man. But from the perspective of others, there is nothing here. Apparently the young man was wearing an invisibility cloak, and his identity was basically revealed - Barty Crouch Jr., Barty Crouch's son, a loyal Death Eater.

The game started very quickly, and the competition between the two sides was very intense. And as the tournament progressed, the smell of gunpowder on both sides began to rise rapidly. Both mascots, Meiwa and Leprechaun, come close to another war.

The two sides are fighting each other, and the surrounding atmosphere is rising rapidly.

Eventually, when Krum rose lightly into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers, the entire arena boiled.

The scoreboard flashed with the scoreline, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience was initially a little confused, not realizing what was going on. Then, slowly, like a giant jet speeding up, the Irish supporters grew louder and louder, and finally erupted into a myriad of shouts of joy.

"Ireland wins!" Bagman, who likes the Irish team, shouted, seemingly at a loss by the abrupt end of the game, "Krum caught the golden velvet, but the Irish team won." Oh my God, I don't think anyone expected this to happen! ”

The match was over, and the Irish team still won despite the Golden Snitch being taken down by the opponent, and the stadium turned into a sea of joy.

Du Teng and his party left the gymnasium to return to the camp, but the tide of crowds instantly surrounded them.

As they walked back along the lantern-lit passageway, there was a rough singing in the night sky, and the leprechauns kept speeding over their heads, waving their lanterns and laughing.

The group finally arrived at the tent with great effort, but no one wanted to sleep, mainly because they couldn't sleep, and the surroundings were too noisy.

Eventually, Mr. Weasley agreed to finish a glass of cocoa milk before entering the tent.

Almost instantly, everyone was arguing about the game just now. On the issue of foul collisions, Mr. Weasley and Charlie are at loggerheads. Finally Ginny fell asleep at the small table and spilled a cup of hot chocolate on the floor, before Mr. Weasley ordered everyone to stop arguing about the game and go to bed.

Hermione and Ginny slipped into the tent next to them, and the boys changed into their pajamas and crawled to their bunks. Even now, they could hear singing and strange crashing sounds from the other side of the camp, echoing in the night sky for a long time.

Du Teng also obediently lay on the bed, and soon fell asleep until ...... A scream was heard into the tent.

"Here we go!"

Du Teng opened his eyes sharply and rolled over to the ground.

Mr. Weasley woke up almost at the same time as him, Mr. Weasley was still getting dressed, and Duten had already rushed out of the tent like a gust of wind.

By the light of the fires that were still burning, he saw people running toward the woods, as if to escape something that was moving towards them on the camp. The thing was strangely glowing and making a sound like a gunshot. Loud laughter, wild laughter, drunken shouts also moved towards them. Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around it.

A group of wizards huddled together, each pointing their wands upwards and pushing forward together, slowly moving around the field. They wore hoods on their heads and face masks. Above them, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into various eerie shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the men above them were marionettes, controlled by invisible ropes that emerged from their wands into the air. Two of them were very small.

More wizards joined the group, laughing loudly and pointing to the bodies floating above. As the procession grew, the tents collapsed. One marcher even set the tent on the side of the road on fire with a wand, and the flames soared into the sky, and the screams around him became louder.

This scene was all too familiar, and Duten remembered it very well, of course, and he remembered the people who marched more clearly, because they had a common identity - the Death Eaters! (To be continued.) )