Chapter 145

After a whole day's waiting, the Quidditch World Cup is about to begin when night falls.

Mr. Weasley led the way, and with all the gadgets they had bought in their hands, they walked quickly into the woods along the passage illuminated by lanterns.

They can hear hundreds of people walking around. They can hear shouts, laughter and intermittent songs.

The wild excitement was contagious, and Harry couldn't help laughing.

They walked in the woods for twenty minutes, talking, laughing and joking loudly, and finally came out from the other side of the woods. At this time, they found themselves in the shadow of a huge gymnasium. Harry could only see part of the magnificent golden wall around the stadium, but he could see that there was no problem with ten cathedrals inside.

"It can accommodate 100000 people," Mr. Weasley said with a smile when he saw the stunned expression on Harry's face. "The 500 staff of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. The Muggle expulsion curse has been applied to every inch here."

He said on his mouth and kept walking, leading everyone to the nearest entrance. There have been many screaming wizards surrounded.

"First class tickets," said the Witch of the Ministry of magic at the entrance, looking at their tickets. "The top box! Go straight upstairs, Arthur, to the top."

The stairs leading to the gymnasium were covered with purplish red carpet. They climbed up with the crowd, and slowly the crowd entered the stands on the left and right sides.

"I'm not with them anymore," Luna said vaguely, handing out the ticket her father bought for her to the witch.

"Oh - I knew I'd get another ticket," said Mr. Weasley regretfully.

The Lovegood family was always short of money. He should have thought of it, but Luna's father came so suddenly that he didn't have time to prepare.

Although the Weasleys are not rich, it's better to have a job, isn't it?

The Party led by Mr. Weasley went all the way up to the top of the stairs. They found themselves in a small box at the top of the stadium, facing the golden goal post.

There are about twenty purple and gold-plated chairs in two rows. They look really great.

Luna's position is on the lower floors, but fortunately, it's a Quidditch game! For a three-dimensional sports event, there is really no big difference in the viewing seats - that is, it may take a little neck to watch the seats that are too low.

Hundreds of thousands of wizards are taking their seats one after another. Those seats are arranged upward in a ladder shape around the oval gymnasium.

Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself.

From Harry's commanding position, the field looked as smooth as velvet. On both sides of the court are three bowling hoops, 50 feet high; To their right, almost parallel to Harry's line of sight, was a huge blackboard, on which golden words flashed continuously, as if an invisible giant hand were writing on the blackboard and then erasing them.

Harry looked carefully and knew that the flashing words were advertisements for the audience.

At this time, Hermione was eagerly looking through her velvet covered competition manual with tassels.

"There will be a show of team mascots before the game," she read aloud.

"Oh, it's always worth seeing," Mr. Weasley said. "You know, the national teams bring some strange animals from their own countries to perform here."

In the next half hour, their box was gradually filled with people. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who looked like great Wizards of status.

Percy, who had graduated and worked in the Ministry of magic, hurried up again and again, looking like sitting on the back of a porcupine covered with thorns.

When the Minister of magic Cornell fudge himself arrived, Percy's glasses fell to the ground and smashed because he bowed too low. He was so embarrassed that he fixed the lens with a magic wand and sat in his seat.

When Cornell fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look at Harry.

Harry and Fudge had known each other before. Fudge held Harry's hand as kindly as his father, asked him about his cold and warm, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

Of course, if he had known that the man in front of him had sent Maka to Azkaban, he would not be like this now.

However, because it involves too much, it is still a highly confidential matter so far. Therefore, together with the people working in the Ministry of magic, they don't know much.

"Harry Potter, you know," fudge shouted to the Bulgarian Minister of magic next to him, who was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold border and didn't seem to understand a word of English, "Harry Potter... Oh, think about it. You should know who he is... The boy who escaped from death in the hands of the mysterious man... You must know who he is?"

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, pointed to it excitedly and muttered a string of words loudly.

"I knew I'd let him understand," fudge said tiredly to Harry. "I'm not very good at language. When it comes to such things, I need Patty crouch. Ah, I saw his house elf take a seat for him... It's thoughtful. These guys in Bulgaria always want to cheat the best seats... Ah, Lucius is coming!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned their heads at once.

Crowded into the three empty seats in the second row behind Mr. Weasley were Dobby's original owners: Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, whom Harry guessed must be Draco's mother.

Lucius was still gloomy, but when he saw fudge, he came over and forced out a smile.

"Ah, fudge," he said, reaching up to the Minister of magic, "Hello! I don't think you've met my wife Narcissa? And our son decola."

"Hello, Hello," said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy, "allow me to introduce you to Mr. obelancik - Mr. obalonsk - who is the Minister of magic in Bulgaria. It doesn't matter. Anyway, he doesn't understand what I'm talking about. Let me see who else - do you know Arthur Weasley?"

Lucius glanced at Mr. Weasley and quickly looked away - he didn't have the energy to quarrel with Weasley. He was worried now!

Soon, after everyone chatted a little, Ludo bagman, director of the sports department of the Ministry of magic, rushed into the box with vitality.

"Is everyone ready?" his round face glittered like a huge ball of cheese. "Minister, can we start?"

"You say start, Ludo," fudge said with a smile.

Ludo drew out his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "loud voice!"

Then his words sounded like thunder throughout the packed gymnasium. His voice echoed over their heads and resounded to every corner of the stand.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup final!"

The audience immediately burst into a burst of cheers and applause.

Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem. The scene was really lively. On the blackboard opposite them, the last line of the advertisement "bibido beans - every bite is an adventure!" was erased, and now it shows:

"Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0."

"Well, less gossip, please allow me to introduce... The mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stand was a neat bright red square, where loud cheers broke out at the moment.

"I don't know what they brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning out of his seat. "Ah!" he suddenly took off his glasses and wiped them on his robe, "Mei wa!"

"What is Mei -"

I saw that a hundred Meiwa had slipped to the field, and Harry's question was answered.

Meiwa is a woman - the most beautiful woman Harry has ever seen in his life! But they don't look like real people - why are their skin shining like the moon, and why are their hair flying behind without wind

Just then the music began to play and Harry stopped thinking about whether she was a real person - in fact, he couldn't think about anything.

Meiwa began to dance, and Harry's mind became blank, only feeling a great joy.

Everything in the world doesn't matter, as long as he can always look at Meiwa, because if they stop dancing, something terrible will happen

Just opposite Harry's box, in the top box at the other end of the field, a small figure was also staring at the beautiful children.

She looked so quietly with no expression on her face, but there was a sense of loneliness.

"Don't worry, Willy, it has nothing to do with you." a middle-aged man comforted her in a soft voice.

"It's all right, Dad."

That little figure was Willie brova, who was specially received by her father from Hogwarts to watch the game.

On the other hand, as Meiwa danced faster and faster, some crazy and unformed ideas began to fly in Harry's dizzy mind.

He wants to do something especially great. Do it now. How about jumping from the box into the gym? It looks good... But is it wonderful enough?

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice came from a distant place.

The music stopped and Harry blinked blankly.

He stood there with one leg on the wall of the box. Next to him, Ron made a gesture that seemed to dive from the springboard and remained motionless.

Hermione hit her mouth loudly. She reached out and pulled Harry back to her seat.

"Oh, why are you so! If Maka were here, she wouldn't be as ashamed as you!"

Aside, when fudge heard the name "Maka", an unnatural look flashed on his face.