Lucius Malfoy, along with Draco, who Harry had only photographed this morning, and their mother, appeared at the door of the box. Sirius changed color slightly, and he jumped over a row of chairs and made a detour to Harry's side, one hand on Harry's shoulder, staring at the family with a cold look in his eyes.

"Ah, Fudge--"

Malfoy stepped into the box and walked over to the Minister of Magic, "Hello, I don't think you have met my wife, Narcissa, and our son, Draco. ”

Fudge smiled and greeted Narcissa and Draco, before then speaking to Malfoy,

"Late enough, Lucius, is there anything delayed?"

"Oh, you're a god, Minister, and you've got a bit of an accident--"

Lucius smiled sleekly, but there was no hint of a smile in those cold grey eyes, and he suddenly turned his gaze to Sirius and Harry, his eyes full of disdain.

"What's wrong?" Fudge asked with concern.

"It's not me, it's Narcissa and Draco, they were frightened by a werewolf when they set up early in the morning, and I know I'm very worried about their state of mind afterwards, so I took them to St. Mungo for a full mental assessment."

Falsehood!

Harry wanted to yell at Lucius Malfoy, but Sirius held his shoulders firmly and didn't let him attack.

Lucius's words did surprise Fudge, but he noticed that the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria next to him also seemed to be concerned about what Lucius Malfoy said, so he laughed dryly,

"Oh, hehe, it's a funny little joke, Lucius, werewolves are under strict supervision, and besides, after Amosta personally executed Greyback and his werewolves, I'd like to see if there are any other werewolves in England who dare to cause trouble, speaking of-"

Fudge glanced left and right a few times, and said with a little disappointment,

"Amosta, like you, Lucius, donated a sum of gold to St. Mungo, and I originally asked Amelia to send him an invitation, but the owl who gave the ticket changed several times and didn't find Sirius?"

Fudge had already recognized Sirius, but he was not interested in him, and he knew that Sirius would not like him, so he deliberately did not answer, but since he asked Amosta, he took the opportunity to ask, "Do you know where Amosta went, if he is here to watch the game, then, let him come to us, if he doesn't get a first-class ticket." ”

For some unknown reason, Harry was keenly aware that Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, had a slightly awkward look on his face when he heard Fudge mention Professor Blaine, and looked nervous until Sirius told Fudge that Professor Blaine hadn't come to see the game, and his face didn't look so pale.

Hermione and Ron were both close to the front at this point, and they couldn't squeeze in, so they could only crane their necks and look anxiously from behind.

"Oh my God--"

Fudge seemed to realize that he had gathered almost everyone in the box to him, and he smiled kindly at everyone.

"It's about to start, get back to your seats, guys."

So, the crowd began to disperse, and Harry and Sirius stood on the stairs, waiting for the person in front of them to return to their seats, and Draco glared at Harry with contempt as he walked in front of Harry, and of course, Harry didn't give him a good look.

Narcissa pretended not to see her relatives, but Lucius walked past Sirius, her footsteps paused slightly, and her gaze swept over Sirius's face seemingly unintentionally, her eyes were deep,

"Your assessment of the Malfoy family is wonderful, I made a note of--"

Sirius frowned, but before he could say anything, Lucius Malfoy was already in his place.

"Sirius--"

Harry squealed worriedly, it seemed that Draco's father knew what Sirius had said in the morning. Lucius Malfoy had more power and scheming than his son, and in his second year, in order to deal with Mr. Weasley, he even stuffed Voldemort's relics into Ginny's school bag, opened it through Slytherin's secret room, and attacked a young wizard, almost driving Dumbledore out of Hogwarts.

"It's alright, Harry—"

After a cold snort, Sirius said nonchalantly,

"This kind of goods can't hurt me."

When Harry got together with Hermione and Ron, he immediately told him about Lucius's threat, but Ron and Hermione didn't seem to care.

"You look down on that guy, Harry-" Ron's tone was almost identical to Sirius' just now, "He's always wanted to deal with my dad, but he hasn't worked out for so many years, and in my opinion, Lucius Malfoy, like his son, has no brains at all. ”

"He doesn't dare mess around, Harry--"

Hermione also said,

"Neither Professor Dumbledore nor Professor Bryan will watch Lucius Malfoy trouble Sirius."

The mention of the names of those two wizards made Harry feel much more relieved, and indeed, even if Lucius Malfoy had any bad intentions for Sirius, they would disappear under the gaze of Professor Dumbledore and Professor Blaine.

"Harry, I just saw you talking to a house-elf?" Hermione asked curiously, "Do you know it?" ”

"It's called Twinkle--"

Harry told everything he had just said to Twinkle, and not surprisingly, Hermione was equally angry at Barty Crouch's irresponsible approach, but Ron didn't seem to be able to empathize with the elf's tragic fate, and just glanced curiously at the location,

"But, Barty Crouch hasn't arrived yet, and the game is almost starting, isn't it?"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Ludo Bagman broke into the box in a rage.

"Are you all ready?" He said, his round face shining like a giant spherical piece of cheese, "Minister - can we start?" ”

"You say let's get started, Ludo."

Fudge said kindly.

Thunderous speeches resounded through the stadium full of seats,

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

The magnificent stadium erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, thousands of bright flags waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem, the scene was really lively, no matter what people were thinking about before, what kind of topics were going on, the moment Ludo's voice sounded, the word 'Quidditch' was in people's minds!

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

To the right of the stands was a neat bright red phalanx, which erupted into loud cheers at the moment.

"Each team brings their own mascot, and it's always worth seeing!" Mr. Weasley blushed and introduced the little ones, "I didn't know they brought . . . Oh! ”

Mr. Weasley suddenly leaned out of his seat, jerked off his glasses, and wiped them on his robe.

"It's Meiwa!"

"What's a flattery--"

Seeing that a hundred girls had already slid into the arena, Harry's question was answered. Melty was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen in his life, their skin was as bright as the moon, their hair could flutter behind their heads without the wind, and at that moment, the music started and Harry couldn't think about why he was human, in fact, his head went blank.

The dancing was the most wonderful thing Harry had ever seen in his life, and just looking at them made his body and mind extremely happy, and just looking at them made it no longer matter.

As the baby danced faster and faster, some crazy, unformed thoughts began to swirl through Harry's dizzy mind. He wants to do something particularly remarkable, sit down now. How about jumping from the box into the stadium, it looks good. But is it exciting enough?

"Harry, what are you doing?"

Hermione's voice seemed to come from out of the sky.

The music stopped, and Harry blinked blankly, standing in front of the guardrail with one leg perched on the railing, while next to him, Ron made what seemed to be diving, bent and motionless.

"Tsk--"

Most of the men in the box looked like they had just woken up from a big dream, and only a few adult wizards still managed to maintain their demeanor, and after being tempered by the Dementors, Sirius looked at Harry and the Weasley family with a smile on his face, and smashed his mouth,

"Young man--"

(End of chapter)