At this moment, a low and deep gong sound was heard from somewhere in the distance of the woods, and immediately, thousands of red, red, green and green lanterns bloomed brightly on the trees, brightening the way to the arena. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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

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.

From this angle, only a part of the magnificent golden wall around the arena could be seen, but Roger could tell that it would not be a problem to have ten cathedrals inside. Even if I have seen these descriptions in the book in the movie, I still feel very majestic after seeing them.

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. Mr. Weasley's group went up until they reached a small box at the top of the staircase, at the top of the gymnasium, facing the golden goalposts.

Roger's eyes wandered around the box, which wasn't empty 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 stretch out on the chair in front of it, and he was wrapped around a tea towel that wiped the tea set, as if he were wearing a loose robe, and his face was buried in his hands, and a pair of long, big, bat-like ears drooped... It's a house elf.

Roger glanced at the empty seat next to the house-elf with a smile on his lips, and sat down quietly.

Harry shuddered visibly as he walked behind him, the appearance of the house-elf clearly reminded him of some not-so-good memories.

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. Roger saw several familiar faces in it.

When the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, arrived, Roger noticed that Mr. Minister's originally shiny face had become a lot haggard, which had obviously tormented him enough in the past half a month, but he had to be present for a grand event like the World Cup, and this grand sporting event could fade the impact of the Ministry of Magic attack faster.

Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, shushing him and introducing the little savior to the wizard sitting next to him.

"Harry Potter, you know," he said aloud to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was dressed in a magnificent 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's the boy who escaped death in the hands of that mysterious man... You must know who he is...?"

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 wearily, "I'm not very good at languages, and when it comes to this kind of thing, you need Barty Crouch." Ah, I see his house-elf take him a seat... Well thought out, these guys in Bulgaria always want to get their hands on the best seats ... Ah, Lucius is coming!"?

Squeezing into the three still empty seats in the second row behind Mr. Weasley were none other than Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, Draco's mother.

His mother was also light-skinned and yellow-haired, and she was not very ugly, but she always put on a look of disgust, as if she had smelled some unpleasant smell.

After Lucius Malfoy had exchanged pleasantries with Fudge, his eyes swept over Roger and Hermione, and he frowned as if he had seen something unbearable. Hermione's face flushed slightly, but she didn't flinch from looking at him, and Roger grinned aggressively at him, his snow-white teeth flashing in the light of the magic light.

The Malfoys had always prided themselves on being purebred wizards, meaning that they considered Muggle descendants, such as Roger and Hermione, to be inferior.

However, under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Malfoy did not dare to say anything out of the ordinary. He nodded sarcastically to Mr. Weasley and continued to his seat. Draco also wanted to glare at Harry with contempt like his father, but seeing Roger's smiling face, he didn't dare to do so, and sat down between his parents in a sneer.

The game was preceded by a team mascot show, and the Bulgarian team was in the field with more than 100 creatures that looked like women dancing and performing indiscriminate seductive skills (Roger understood it so), and most of the men in the stadium went crazy.

The Irish team brought in the Irish leprechauns, a group of small men in red vests and mustaches flying in mid-air, constantly waving fake gold coins at the crowd, causing people to cheer and scramble for them, or burrow under their seats to collect gold coins.

Roger, on the other hand, had always focused his attention on the house-elf sitting in the back, the poor little fellow who had a fear of heights and had been shivering in his seat with his face covered.

As a result, it didn't notice until the start of the game, and a hand suddenly came out of the air in the seemingly empty seat next to it, and quietly stole the wand from Harry's coat pocket in front of him.

The corners of the boy's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and Voldemort's most loyal lackey finally got rid of the Imperius curse that his father had placed on him at this time.

But Roger wasn't prepared to expose him now, after all, the success of Voldemort's plan this year was about how long Harry would live.

After all, there are fragments of Voldemort's soul in the body of the little savior, and if Harry does not die, Voldemort will not be destroyed.

If it had been a few years ago, Roger would have sent him to his death without hesitation, but now... Harry's change was very welcome, and Roger felt that dragging him to terror when he graduated.

This kind of 'good helper' Roger is reluctant to waste it in vain.

However, not revealing the identity of the latter does not mean that Roger will let him go.

After the mascot left the field and the game started in the cheers of everyone, the bad bag pulled out his wand with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and stole a finger back from his armpit, and a gust of wind blew suddenly in the box.