Ron pulled out his binoculars and began to test it. Use it to look at the people on the other side of the stadium

"That's exciting!" Ron said, spinning the spherical button next to him, "I can make that old guy scratch his nose over and over again, again and again." ”

At the same time, Hermione eagerly skimmed through her velvet-covered schedule and gave Verlin a Hermione-esque opinion about it.

"The team's mascot will be displayed before the game. Hermione read it aloud.

"That's always something to see," Mr. Weasley said, "and you know what? ”

"The creatures brought by my country, I thought they were some stupid idiot riding on them. Van Lin whispered, recalling the stupid and angry way Krum rode on his broomstick.

"Show off?" Hermione frowned, "Why, this is the Quidditch World Cup." ”

"......" Van Lin pursed his lips, Hermione didn't ask, the girl didn't take this sentence to heart, although Van Lin was a little strange, but the girl also knew enough about Van Lin.

After half an hour, the number of people in the box gradually increased, and everyone sat around them.

Weasley constantly shook hands with wizards who were clearly important people.

Percy often jumped up as if he were sitting on a prickly stinger. When Connelly Fudge, Minister of Magic, arrived, Percy bowed deeply, causing his glasses to fall to the ground and shatter.

He was very embarrassed to fix it with his wand. Since then obediently sat in his seat. When he saw Connelly greeting Harry and Van Lin like an old friend, he looked at Van Lin and the two of them with great jealousy.

The three of them had met before, and Fudge shook Harry's hand kindly, asking him how he was doing, and introducing him to the wizards on either side of him.

"You know, Harry Potter," he told the Bulgarian minister aloud.

As for Fan Lin, Fan Lin's identity is a little sensitive, the only grandson of the Minister of Magic of China, plus Dumbledore, Fudge didn't know what to do, after saying hello, Fan Lin was selectively ignored, of course, it was just a little less irrelevant introduction, which was very much in line with Fan Lin's intentions.

The Bulgarian vizier wore a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim at the hem and looked as if he did not understand English.

"Harry Potter, come here. You know who he is, he's the only boy who escaped from 'that man'. You know for sure who he is. Fudge said.

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly noticed Harry's scar and began pointing at it excitedly and loudly.

"We should keep him brief," Fudge said to Harry wearily, "I'm not good at many Chinese, and I need Barty Crouch to help me with that." Ah, I see that his maid elves have taken a place for him. Well done! These Bulgarian nasty people are always clamoring for the best seats...... Ah, this is Lucius!"

Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione turned around immediately. Walking to the last four empty seats in the second row, just behind Weasley, it was none other than Dobby's former owner, Lucius. Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, Harry guessed it must be Draco's mother. Ever since they went to Hogwarts together, the two have become enemies.

Draco looked like his father, a pale, pointy-haired boy with platinum blonde hair. His mom is also blonde, tall and slim. If she hadn't had a look on her face that looked like she had a foul smell here, she would have looked good.

"Ah, Fudge," Mr. Lucius held out his hand to shake the hand of the Minister of Magic, "how are you doing? You haven't seen my wife Narcissa and my son Draco yet, have you?"

"Hello, hello. Fudge said with a smile, and bowed slightly to Mrs. Malfoy. "Let me introduce you, this is ...... Mr. Obronsko, he's the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, but he doesn't understand what I'm saying, that's okay. This is ...... I'm sure you know him, Arthur Weasley. ”

It's a tense time, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy look at me, I look at you.

Almost immediately, a few of the little ones remembered the last time they had faced each other.

It was at the Blotted bookstore, and they got into a fight. Mr. Malfoy's cold gray eyes swept over Mr. Weasley, and then walked over.

"My dear Arthur," he whispered, "what have you sold to get this ticket to the upper class? ”

Fudge didn't hear it and said, "Lucius just donated a large sum of money to the Hospital for Magical Diseases and Disabilities in St. Mango, and he's my guest. ”

"Great, great!" Mr. Weasley smiled reluctantly.

Mr. Malfoy's gaze turned to Hermione again. Hermione's face was flushed, and she stared at him with determination.

Harry knew exactly what caused Mr. Malfoy to pout. The Malfoys were immensely proud of their purebred blood, in other words, they considered any Muggle to be inferior, like Hermione, a second-estate, however, under the watchful eye of the Minister of Magic, he didn't say anything. He nodded contemptuously to Mr. Weasley and continued to his seat. Draco gave Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione a dismissive glance, then sat down between his father and mother.

"Despicable bastard!" muttered Ron.

"Don't pay attention to them, clowns. Van Lin said that if Lucius dared to insult Hermione just now, he would definitely fight back in a way that Lucius was satisfied with.

This kind of slap in the face Fan Lin has done a lot of things, and it turns out that in this regard, Fan Lin is still quite talented.

When a few more people turned to the square, a moment, Lud. Bagmun also entered the box.

"Are you all ready?" he asked, his round cheese-like face looking excited.

"Minister, can we begin?"

"Luth, you're ready. Fudge said softly.

Ruth pulled out his wand, pointed it at his throat, said, "Sonorus!" and spoke to the crowd that filled the gym.

His voice echoed throughout the stadium and could be heard from every corner: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the World Cup Finals!"

The audience screamed, applauded enthusiastically, and waved thousands of flags, mixed with their respective national anthems. The large blackboard across from them had been erased from the message "Beddy Porter's Delicious Beans—you had to try" and now read: Bulgaria: zero, Ireland: zero.