Chapter 498

Ron took out his telescope and started testing it. Using it to look at people on the other side of the stadium

"it's exciting!" Ron said, twirling the ball button next to him. "I can get that old guy to keep scratching his nose, again and again."

At the same time, Hermione couldn't help but browse through her velvet - covered programme and express her Hermitian views to van Lin.

"The team mascot will be displayed before the competition." Hermione read it out loud.

"Well, that's always worth seeing," Mr. Weasley said. "You know what? The national team brought creatures from their own countries and displayed them on the ground

"I thought it was some stupid fool riding on the creatures brought by the country." Fan Lin's voice Tucao came to make complaints about Krum's silly and angry manner on the broom.

"Bravado?" Hermione frowned. "Why, this is the Quidditch World Cup."

“……” Fanlin turned her lips, and Hermione didn't ask. The girl didn't take this sentence to heart. Although Fanlin was a little strange, the girl also had enough knowledge of van Lin.

Then half an hour later, more and more people were sitting in the box.

Weasley kept shaking hands with witches who were obviously important.

Percy often jumped up as if sitting on a slinky. When the magic minister Cornell fudge arrived, Percy bowed so deeply that his glasses fell to the ground and broke.

He fixed it awkwardly with his wand. From then on, he sat in his seat. When he saw Connelly greeting Harry and vaseline like an old friend, he looked at them both with envy.

The three of them had met before, and fudge, like him, kindly shook Harry's hand and asked him how he was doing, and introduced him to the witches on both sides of him.

"You know Harry Potter," he said aloud to the Bulgarian Minister.

As for Fanlin, Fanlin's identity is a little sensitive. The only grandson of the Chinese Minister of magic, plus Dumbledore and fudge, some don't know how to deal with it. After saying hello, Fanlin is selectively ignored. Of course, there are only some unimportant introductions, which is very consistent with the intention of Fanlin.

The Bulgarian Minister, dressed in a gorgeous black velvet robe with a golden hem, did not seem to understand English.

"Harry Potter, come here. You know who he is. He's the only boy to escape from the man. You must know who he is Fudge said.

The Bulgarian sorcerer suddenly noticed Harry's scar and started pointing at it excitedly and loudly.

"We should keep him short," fudge told Harry wearily. "I'm not good at multilingualism, and I need Barty Crouch's help in that. Ah, I saw his servant elves take a place for him. Well done! These Bulgarian rascals are always clamoring for the best seats Ah, this is Lucius

Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione turn around. Walking to the last four empty seats in the second row, just behind Weasley, was Lucius, Dobby's former master. Malfoy, his son Draco and a woman, Harry guessed it must be Draco's mother. Since they went to Hogwarts together, they have been enemies.

Draco looked like his father, a pale, pointed, platinum haired boy. His mother is also blonde, tall and slim. If she didn't have an expression that seemed like there was a bad smell here, she was pretty.

"Ah, fudge," said Mr. Lucius, holding out his hand to the Minister of magic, "how have you been? You haven't met my wife Narcissa and my son Draco? "

"Hello, hello." Said Fudge with a smile, and made a slight bow to Mrs. Malfoy. "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. obronski, he's the Minister of magic in Bulgaria, but he can't understand what I'm saying. It's OK. This is I'm sure you know him, Arthur Weasley

It's a very tense moment, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy. Look at me. I'll look at you.

The last time they met face to face was almost immediately recalled.

It was in the Ligen bookstore. They had a fight. Mr. Malfoy's grim gray eyes swept past Mr. Weasley, and came over.

"Dear Arthur," he said softly, "what did you sell to get this first-class ticket? Your house is certainly not worth that much. "

"Lucius has just donated a large sum of money to the magic disease and disability hospital in San Diego. He is my guest," fudge said

"Great, wonderful!" Mr. Weasley gave a forced smile.

Mr Malfoy's eyes turned to Hermione again. Hermione's face was red and her will was fixed on him.

Harry knew exactly what made Mr. Malfoy's mouth twitch. The Malfoys are extremely proud of their purebred blood. In other words, they think that any Muggle is inferior, like Hermione, who is of the second class. However, under the gaze of the Minister of magic, he said nothing. He nodded contemptuously at Mr. Weasley and continued to his seat. Draco gave Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione a look of disdain and sat down between his father and mother."Humble bastard!" Grunted Ron.

"Don't care about them, just some clowns." Vaseline said that if Lucius had insulted Hermione just now, he would have fought back in a way that Lucius was satisfied with.

This kind of slap in the face can not be less done, it has been proved that in this respect, Fanlin is quite talented.

When several people turn to the square again, for a while, dew. Bagmond also entered the box.

"Are you all ready?" He asked, his round cheese face looking excited.

"Minister, may I begin?"

"Ruth, just be ready." Fudge said softly.

Ruth took out his wand, pointed to her throat and said, "sonorus!" And then talk to people packed in the gym.

His voice reverberated throughout the stadium, and his voice could be heard in every corner: "ladies! Gentlemen! Welcome! Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup finals

The audience screamed, clapped, waved thousands of flags, mingled with their national anthems. On the big blackboard opposite them, the message has been erased - "Bedi Porter's delicious beans - you have to try", and now it says: Bulgaria: zero, Ireland: zero.

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