Chapter 433

After a whole afternoon of salted fish, the game finally began in the evening, and the sea of people dared to go to the competition field. This feeling of gathering wizards is still very good.

Although HEMA still doesn't understand the fun of this sport, others think he can't help saying it when he looks at it.

After walking with Mr. Arthur for a while, a huge stadium appeared in everyone's eyes. The size made HEMA feel a little scary. It was said that hundreds of thousands of spectators could be put down.

But HEMA thought, are there really 100000 wizards who like Quidditch all over the world? He thought so, but when he entered the ticket check, he found that not only ordinary wizards, but also many other races.

So he understood that these 100000 people are really not fake, but there are fewer and fewer mages in Britain. Is it because Voldemort caused too few children.

However, Harry's generation is a great genius task, and there will be some achievements in the future. This is a reflection of the few but fine.

"First class ticket, top floor, go up this way!" The witch shouted impatiently. Mr. Arthur got the card and walked up, and they checked the tickets one after another.

Hermaton felt the simplicity of the witches. The top floor of the first-class ticket and the ordinary ticket floor were treated the same, all impatiently urged.

If such a situation is placed in the modern Muggle society, it will certainly not exist. It is also good that everyone is equal. Of course, it may be the witch's more serious relationship.

From the side stairs directly to the top floor, there are fewer and fewer people around. It seems that the first-class ticket on the top floor is still good, and there is no need to squeeze around with others.

HEMA looked down at the top floor as if she were sitting in a football field magnified hundreds of times. She was very shocked. Of course, there were routine advertisements, but they were all very fun. Even he saw the shops of the Weasley brothers.

"Where did you two get the money?"

"Well, my father invested it for us. He said it was a very good opportunity. Our local fire is the start. We also need to let the world know the existence of our magic weapons."

"Well, great, Mr. Weasley."

"It's just a whim." Mr. Arthur smiled. Although he didn't know what to say, he could see that he was very happy at this time.

"Dobby?" Harry saw a familiar figure, but the other party looked up and Harry was stunned "no?"

"I'm not dobby, but I know him. Dobby is my good friend. My name is Shanshan. Hello, sir."

"You shine." Harry held out his hand, too, but it glittered with fear.

"No, no, Shan Shan doesn't deserve it. Are you Harry Potter?"

"Well, dobby told you about me?"

"Yes, but he hasn't been normal lately." Shanshan said, and Harry frowned. What's going on?

"He wants to find a job, work and grow freely. This is nonsense. He may be crazy!"

"No! He is really free! " Hearing Shanshan say so, Harry smiled and finally understood the real meaning of freedom, not to protect him and take care of him, but to live for himself!

"But if the elf wants to... Serve the master... He must..."

"Your master? What are you doing here? " Harry suddenly asked her. He was stunned, as if frightened. "The master asked me to take a seat for him."

HEMA also came over at this time and saw the fluctuation on the seat next to Shanshan. This is little crouch. As long as he kills him, but now he kills him, all his efforts will be in vain. What an irony!

In order to get Voldemort out, HEMA can only hold back now, but now little Crouch's should be controlled by the spell? Voldemort thought he was dead.

So just kill it quietly, but will it be exposed? HEMA is a little overwhelmed, but if he doesn't kill him, old buddy will... But they'll meet again tonight. Maybe they can take advantage of that.

HEMA had an idea in her mind. Her eyes twinkled a little. She murmured, "let you go this time. We'll see you next time."

After everyone took their seats, soon more wizards came to the box. The loose box was a little crowded, but it was still much better than usual.

Finally came two men, cornelli fudge, Minister of magic of the United Kingdom, and the Minister of magic of Bulgaria.

Then Percy began to lick the dog again, but fudge paid more attention to Harry and introduced Harry to some wizards. HEMA sat in the corner and enjoyed the comfort of being undisturbed.

However, a few minutes later, a low cry came from his side, and then two middle-aged wizards leaned over and greeted with a smile, "are you Mr. Aibo?"

"I don't need to be honored. I'm just an ordinary little wizard."

"No, no, you are a real warrior. My name is Toby and his name is Theseus."

Then there was another greeting, and as soon as they left, several people came to talk nonsense and make friends with him, and then HEMA frowned.

In an instant, Long Xi and his momentum pushed back the wizard who came to chat. He didn't understand that he had done this and had received such attention. Dumbledore had to be more powerful.

"HEMA Abbott, haven't we seen each other for a long time since we last met?" Fudge also finished blowing water at this time and came over.

Although the other party still looks like a big belly, he looks a lot worse, but his eyes are also bright. This guy has really worked hard recently, but I don't know how much strength he has.

"Long time no see, minister."

"Well, actually, I'm sorry to call me minister. Although I'm a minister, I really don't play much role in fighting these dark organizations. I can only try my best to cooperate."

"But you're doing much better than before, aren't you?" HEMA also spoke frankly, and the people next to her were startled. You really dare to say.

Fudge was not angry and nodded. In fact, I also wanted to be lazy, but sometimes, if I didn't work hard, everything would be gone. I envy Dumbledore and you who are very capable and can help others directly.

So I can't do it. Although I can help others, of course, now the top blood is on the one hand and that person is on the other. "

Fudge's words surprised the people around him. That man is worthy of being a black devil... Do you think those rumors are true!?

"I think he may do something today. Of course, I have a hunch that this is a good opportunity for him to announce his return."

"I feel it too, or Dumbledore and some diviners of the Ministry of Magic have said it, but they dare not go too far. We should enjoy the game!"

Fudge smiled, but in fact he was very nervous and his hands trembled several times. HEMA still saw it, but it was good to do this step.

"Of course, you and Dumbledore will be responsible for the following important play. I can only fight on the appearance." Fudge said one last word, then got up and walked towards the terrace.

HEMA looked at each other's back and said, "I'll try my best. I hope Mr. Minister won't fall into the pit first."

"Not this time!" Fudge said, pointed his wand at his neck and opened the amplifying spell, "everyone, I won't talk nonsense anymore. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! 422nd Quidditch World Cup final! Start now!! "

With a burst of cheers, the game officially started. It should have been shouted by the people of the magic sports department, but the guy didn't know where to go, so the minister had to go up in person.

And HEMA also noticed that Lucius was not there. He remembered that Lucius and Malfoy were excrement stirring sticks, but they didn't come. What was the operation.

Hermadon thought Voldemort might change, but hermadon didn't think he didn't seize the opportunity to announce his return! You have patience, so do Dumbledore and I! Then let's wait slowly!