"This way of talking and communicating is simply too tiring"

After watching Carlo and them leave, Ron whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Draco's sharp voice, "Oh, little Mr. Ronnie (little Ronnie, Ron's nickname), isn't your dream to become Minister of Magic?" If these interactions can't be sustained, what kind of minister of magic will he be? ”

Ron's dream is to become Minister of Magic. As his best friend, Draco knew it all too well.

"You must know that without Brother D, many of us didn't even have the qualifications to say hello just now."

"Fudge is better than you in this regard."

If the first few sentences didn't make Ron, who was in a state of stagnation, not much of a reaction, then the last sentence was quite insulting.

Ron's eyes sharpened.

Not as good as Fudge? Who do you scold?

"Even the Malfoy son?"

Ron replied unconvinced.

Draco was expected to be annoyed, but he admitted very calmly, "Unless, of course, I can become the head of the Malfoy family." ”

In this regard, Draco saw very clearly, regardless of their age, that group of people was basically the youngest and best group of pure-blood families, and they were not the head of the family or were about to be the head of the family.

As long as Draco doesn't become the head of the Malfoy family for a day, he will always be just a child in the eyes of the other party.

Draco's honesty gave Ron the feeling that he couldn't punch the cotton.

Looking at Ron, who was about to die, Draco's eyes rolled.

"You think that's the end of it? This is just the beginning, and there are at least a few more cases like this. Pansy: They're going to be at the back of the line. ”

"Damn aristocratic pie."

Ron's 'indignant' complaint.

Malfoy looked at him seriously: "Little Ronnie, if you really want to become the Minister of Magic, it's best to adapt to this rhythm now." ”

As Draco had said, this was just the beginning, and not long after Carlo and the others left, groups of wizards with heads and faces continued to visit their homes.

Until the end, it was Pansy.

Eating hot biscuits that had just been baked, Dudley watched as the vendors who used apparitions to suddenly fall from the sky and sell Quidditch World Cup memorabilia to other wizards.

Hermione also made cookies, but she made them crispy and fluffy and her teeth fell apart at the touch of a button, so Dudley was still used to eating Daphne's ones

Chewy enough.

The main thing is that Hagrid, the biggest supplier of Dudley's 'teething sticks', doesn't know which wind he smoked, and he has been busy breeding different magical creatures recently, and he doesn't even have time to show his cooking skills.

So much so that Dudley didn't have to gnaw.

Dudley thinks about selling merchandise for the next Wizard Card Tournament. When it comes to making money, merchandise is not much worse than physical cards.

Take a sip of black tea to relieve greasyness, and the overly sweet pastry is a major feature of European desserts.

Sweet, sweet.

In fact, Draco's father, Lucius, also came to the Quidditch World Cup, but he was not in Camp 1, and was in the most inconspicuous of the various Quidditch camps at this time.

Discuss something with a few guys in black robes who don't look like serious wizards at first glance.

That's why people call Draco Mr. Malfoy Jr.

When Malfoy Sr. was still alive, it was common to refer to father and son as such.

Not only Malfoy, but also the Weasleys, after all, it was one of the biggest events in the world.

At this time, with the low and deep sound of gongs from the depths of the forest, thousands of red, green, and green lanterns hanging on the trees bloomed at the same time, brightening the way to the arena.

The match of Quidditch has officially begun.

Several people left the tent and followed the crowd towards the Quidditch arena.

"Premium ticket, extra large box on the top floor! Mr. Malfoy, Jr., please go upstairs to the very top. ”

The witch who was wicking the ticket was respectful and pointed to the position above.

On the huge blackboard in the center of the playing field, golden text is constantly flashing, and a pattern is displayed from time to time.

Mrs. Skoll brand all-purpose magic stain remover, Fengya brand wizard costume and so on are all advertisements

The World Cup Quidditch is not the same as the Wizard Card Tournament, the Quidditch tournament itself is not profitable, and like the World Cup for ordinary people, it is supported by advertising and sponsorship fees.

The inside of the box door is wider and more comfortable than expected.

The surrounding vendors are selling panoramic telescopes, a magic prop that can replay the picture and play back in slow motion, after all, it is a competitive sport, and it is easy to see if you are not careful, even in the highest box, you need some auxiliary tools to see the whole game.

Not everyone is Dudley, and you can see it clearly from the whole arena.

If you are in Diagon Alley, a panoramic telescope will only cost a Galleon, but if you sell it here in the arena, the price will be at least five or six times higher than that outside, and there will be ten Galleons that will not be sold.

Ron took out the debugging telescope and started to take care of himself, and he had bought it on the way here.

Ron, who was used to being poor, wouldn't spend money on this.

"Are you going to meet Fudge? Romario. ”

Malfoy pointed to the next door and suggested, "He's next door to us." ”

"Don't." Ron shook his head decisively in refusal.

See Fudge? Let's eat it.

As Ron and Draco were arguing, several figures appeared outside the box.

"Hey, look who I see."

"Isn't this Mr. Dursley?"

A very pompous voice sounded, who was the Fudge that was not discussed by Ron and Malfoy?

I didn't go to see Fudge, but Fudge sent it to the door automatically.

"Dear Minister Fudge, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Dudley replied in the same pompous tone.

"What a coincidence to be able to meet you here."

Fudge didn't come alone, he was followed by several Ministry of Magic officials.

"Mr. Dursley, allow me to introduce you."

Fudge gestured to the woman in pink standing next to him.

"This is Ms. Dolores Umbridge, our undersecretary."

"Nice to meet you."

Umbridge's voice was full of false sounds.

Adult women force the awkwardness of little girls.

But she obviously doesn't think so.

"There's this one. Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of our Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation. ”

Fudge was introduced to a man with short gray hair, slightly bowed.

"Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Physical Education."

It was a burly man with short blond hair and blue eyes, as well as a face that was flushed at all times.

I don't know and think he's a rugby player.

There are not many divisions in the Ministry of Magic, so these are high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic from any point of view.

After listening to Fudge's introduction to Dudley, Bagman seems to want to say something to Dudley, but in the end he doesn't do anything.

(End of chapter)