Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 176: Meeting

Soon, it was the day when the Quidditch World Cup kicked off. Many wizards from all over the world lived in their tents. There were countless foreigners walking around in the wild, talking in full swing. Now, most of them are eagerly discussing which team can win the final championship.

They have all kinds of skin tones, black, white, and yellow, and they wear all kinds of exotic clothes. Some people wear dark green grass skirts and have good knitting skills. Some people have a long, flaming chicken feather stuck in their heads, and some people seem to have just rushed over from a certain freezing environment, and they are also wrapped in thick jackets.

Moreover, it is businessmen who came here, and they seized the business opportunities.

At this moment, they can attract more potential customers and sell their weird gadgets.

Most of them are pushing carts filled with glowing rose-shaped badges-green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria-and they can scream out the names of the players; there is green The high hat of the country is decorated with clover that dances in the wind; there is a Bulgarian belt, and the lion on it can really roar; there are the national flags of the two countries, waving their respective national anthems; and there is a real flying fire. A small model of crossbow arrows; there are statues of famous players for collection, those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand, a triumphant style.

"Draco, look at this." Pansy's little hand took Malfoy across the crowd and walked to a street vendor. This was a man covered in a black cloak. Compared with the people who keep selling cars, he looks out of the ordinary, and the stalls are covered with well-knitted and exquisitely crafted gloves, piled up into a hill. Looking at the shining fabrics, Pansy's soul was hooked, and she couldn't remove her eyes at all.

"How much?" Malfoy asked directly to the stall owner.

The man in the cloak did not speak. Instead, he extended a finger from under the cloak and pointed to the sign in front of the booth. It was written in black handwriting—"One gold plus one piece, no counter-offer. "

"Choose the color and leave. They are still waiting." Malfoy urged, feeling helpless with this girl who is interested in everything. Yesterday, she and her parents were "coincidentally" I met the Malfoys, and then the work of the guide was undoubtedly taken over by Malfoy.

Looking at Pansy's carefree and happy look, Malfoy knew what he said to her that night, Pansy shouldn't have taken it to heart.

"That's fine." Malfoy smiled meaninglessly. She should be carefree at this age.

"Don't rush me, I chose the wrong color but it depends on you." Pansy bit her finger, her face full of tangled expressions, as if giving up any color or style would be a great torment.

"Here, your gift." Pansy finally picked a pair of men's black gloves, which were all trimmed with silver rims, and then handed them to Malfoy.

As soon as I started, Malfoy felt some warmth. It should be that the stall owner applied some magic on it. Of course, the time effect must be very short. Most of the magic applied to the equipment is time-effective.

"Good vision." Malfoy gave a perfunctory admiration, and then reminded inadvertently: "If you don't enter the venue, you may have no place. Seeing so many people here, it won't be easy to handle it later."

"Let's go, then!" Pansy, like being caught in a painful foot, hurriedly dropped the money to be paid, dragged Malfoy's hand again, and squeezed in the direction of the stadium.

Just before Pansy took a few steps, she stopped her pace suddenly, as if she had noticed something, and stared straight at the person next to her.

"You lied to me again, we were clearly in a box! We weren't watching the game in the stands." She angrily said, a little annoyed that she was so easily deceived.

"Don't you think this kind of fierce competition is more atmosphere in the crowd?" Malfoy said with a smile.

Pansy dreamed about it. If they were both with their parents, they would be very uncomfortable. They could not speak loudly. They should always pay attention to maintaining their own words and deeds, leaving a good impression on both sides. It seems that it is better to run Go to the stands and shout with the crowd, and Yu Shan's tsunami-like shouts released his enthusiasm for the game.

"You seem to be right..." Pansy had accepted Malfoy's suggestion, but he was unwilling to show how persuaded he was.

"That's it, just do as I said." Malfoy hardened, seeming to know what Pansy was thinking. "Your father asks, just push it on me."

"That's what you said." Pansy now immediately put on a look of expectation. It seemed to her that watching the game in the stands was a very novel experience.

The game at Hogwarts is completely different from here. Whether it is the excitement of the event, the level of the players, or the spectators watching the game, they are all different, just look at the current field. This turbulent battle from the outside is enough to prove how influential this most fascinating movement in the wizarding world is.

Since she became a player for the Slytherin Quidditch team, she has had fewer opportunities to watch the game. There are very few moments where she can have such pure fun. When she watched the game before, she was studying The tactics of others.

Hundreds of people were walking around, hearing shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing. This kind of fanatical excitement is very contagious, even Malfoy has some infections~IndoMTL.com~The heart beats the drums along with it.

"Maybe it would be fun to check it out." But he quickly rejected this idea. He had more important things to deal with than this.

Malfoy needs a shield, a reasonable reason to disappear in front of his parents.

While he was still thinking about how his plan should be implemented next, Pansy's voice rang in his ears again: "Draco, which team do you support in this final?"

"Huh?" Malfoy thoughtfully, then tentatively said: "The Wimborne Hornets?" This is the team that Bagman once belonged to.

"They were eliminated in the first round!" Pansy made a grimace at Malfoy, "We are going to compare Bulgaria and Ireland. Don't you even know which two teams will be in the final?"

"Of course not." Malfoy said in his heart. Before he approached Ludo Bagman, he had learned a lot about this Quidditch knowledge out of perfect preparation.

Being stupid now is of course troublesome, because he doesn't know which team Pansy supports. , If there is a disagreement, the girl will have to talk in his ear again.

Of course, Malfoy still thinks wrong. Pansy is now actively instilling with him the information he has studied a long time ago, analyzing the tactics that the two teams may use today, or the players who may play. .

Listening to Pansy’s "Science" all the way, Malfoy finally came to their destination today-a huge stadium that can hold 100,000 people, and the stadium is surrounded by magnificent golden walls.

"Third-class ticket!" The witch of the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at their ticket and said, "The bleacher, just follow the crowd on the right."

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