Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 144: Each in its place

After a whole day of waiting, just as night falls, the Quidditch World Cup is about to begin.

Mr. Weasley led the way, holding various gadgets bought before, and walking quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.

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

This kind of fanatical excitement is very contagious, and Harry couldn't help laughing from ear to ear.

They walked in the woods for twenty minutes, talking loudly and jokingly, 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 arena, but he could see that it would be no problem to install ten cathedrals inside.

"It can hold a hundred thousand spectators." Mr. Weasley said with a smile, seeing the look of surprise on Harry's face, "The 500 staff of the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for a whole year. Every inch of this place is here. They all cast a Muggle expulsion curse."

He said on his lips, he kept walking under his feet, leading everyone to the nearest entrance. There, many yelling wizards were already surrounded.

"First-class ticket." The witch of the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at their ticket and said, "The top box! Go upstairs, Arthur, to the top."

The stairs leading to the gymnasium were covered with a purplish red carpet. They climbed up the stairs with the crowd, and slowly those people flowed into the stands on the left and right.

"I won't be with them anymore." Luna handed out the ticket her father had bought her to the witch and said in a daze.

"Oh-I would have gotten an extra ticket if I knew it." Mr. Weasley said regretfully.

The Lovegood family has always been 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 Weasley’s family is not wealthy, it is better to have a job, right?

The group of people led by Mr. Weasley kept going up until they reached the top of the stairs. They found themselves in a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, and facing the golden goal post.

There are about twenty purple and gilded chairs here, divided into two rows, and they look really good.

Luna's position is a few lower floors, but fortunately, this is a Quidditch game! For a three-dimensional sports event, there is really not much difference in the viewing seat-that is, a seat that is too low may be a bit expensive to watch.

Hundreds of thousands of wizards are taking their seats one after another, and the seats are arranged in a ladder-like upward pattern around the oval gymnasium.

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

Looking from Harry's condescending position, the playing field looked as smooth as velvet. On both sides of the arena were three pitching rings, fifty feet high; to their right, almost parallel to Harry’s line of sight, was a huge blackboard with golden text flashing continuously on it, as if there was a The invisible giant hand flicked and wrote on the blackboard, and then wiped them away.

Harry took a closer look and realized that the flashing text was an advertisement for the audience.

At this moment, Hermione was eagerly flipping through her tasseled velvet cover manual.

"There will be a performance by the team mascot before the game." She said aloud.

"Oh, it will always be worth seeing." Mr. Weasley said, "You know, the national teams bring some strange animals from their home countries and they have to do some performances here."

In the next half an hour, the box they were in gradually filled with people. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people, who looked like a great wizard with great standing.

Percy, who has graduated and has taken a job at the Ministry of Magic, hurriedly stood up again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in spines.

When the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge arrived, Percy bowed too low, and his glasses fell to the ground and shattered. He was so embarrassed that he repaired the lenses with his wand, and then sat blankly in his seat.

And when Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look at Harry.

Harry and Fudge have known each other before. Fudge held Harry's hand kindly like a father, asked him about him, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

Of course, if you let him know that the man in front of him has sent Maca to Azkaban, he might not be what he is now.

However, the matter was so deeply involved, so far, it is still a highly confidential matter. Therefore, even the people who work in the Ministry of Magic don't know much.

"Harry Potter, you know," Fudge said loudly to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic beside him-the man was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim and he didn't seem to understand a word in English. "Ha Lee Potter...Oh, think about it, you should know who he is...It's the boy who escaped from the hands of the mysterious man...You must know who he is, right?"

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead and immediately pointed his finger at it with excitement, and murmured loudly in his mouth.

"I knew it would always be clear to him." Fudge said to Harry tiredly, "I'm not very good at language, and you need Barty Crouch for this kind of thing. Ah, I I saw his house-elf occupying a seat for him...I thought so thoughtfully, these guys in Bulgaria always want to get the best seat...Ah, here comes Lucius!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately turned their heads.

Squeezed into the three seats still vacant in the second row behind Mr. Weasley, it was the house-elf Dobby’s original owner: Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and one Woman, Harry guessed she must be Draco's mother.

Lucius still had a gloomy face right now, but when he saw Fudge, he walked over and barely smiled.

"Ah, Fudge," he walked over to the Minister of Magic, reached out and introduced, "Hello! I don't think you have met my wife Narcissa? And our son Decola."

"Hello, hello," Fudge said, and smiled and bowed to Mrs. Malfoy. "Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberlandschke—Mr. Obalonsk—he is The Minister of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, it’s okay, he doesn’t understand what I’m talking about anyway. 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 fight with Weasley, he was worried now!

Not long after everyone chatted briefly, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, rushed into the box full of vitality.

"Are you all ready?" His round face gleamed like a giant spherical cheese, "Minister, can you start?"

"Let's start as you say, Ludo." Fudge said with a smile.

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

Then what he said resounded like thunder throughout the crowded stadium. His voice echoed above their heads, loudly reaching every corner of the stands.

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

The audience immediately burst into bursts of cheers and applause.

Thousands of flags waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem, and the scene was really lively. On the blackboard opposite them, the last line of "Bibi Duo Flavored Peas-Every bite is an adventure!" The ad 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 is a neat bright red square, and at this moment loud cheers erupted there.

"I don't know what they brought." Mr. Weasley said, leaning out of his seat. "Ah!" He took off his glasses abruptly and wiped hurriedly on his robe, "Veeva!"

"What is charming——"

Seeing that a hundred veevas had already slipped to the field, Harry's question was answered.

Veeva is a woman—that's the most beautiful woman Harry has ever seen! But they don’t look like real people—why their skin is glowing with bright and soft light like the moon, why is their hair fluttering behind their heads without wind...

Just then ~IndoMTL.com~ the music started, and Harry stopped thinking about whether she was a real person or not—in fact, he couldn't think about anything anymore.

Veeva began to dance, and Harry's mind went blank, only feeling an extreme joy.

Everything in the world is not important anymore, as long as he can keep watching Veeva, because if they stop dancing, something terrible will happen...

And just across from Harry's box, in the top box on the other side of the field, a small figure was also staring at the velas in a dream.

She just watched so quietly, without the slightest expression on her face, but there was a sense of loneliness invisibly.

"Villy, don't care, it has nothing to do with you." A middle-aged man comforted softly beside her.

"It's all right, Dad."

The little figure is exactly Willie Blois who was specially received by her father from Hogwarts to watch the game.

On the other hand, as Veeva danced faster and faster, some crazy, shapeless thoughts began to swirl in Harry's dizzy mind.

He wants to do something particularly amazing, do it now. How about jumping from the box into the gym? It looks good... but is it exciting 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. Beside him, Ron made a pose as if he was about to dive from the diving board, and stayed there motionless.

Hermione made a loud slap, and she reached out and pulled Harry back into the seat.

"Oh, why are you doing this! If Maca were here, I would definitely not be as shameful as you!"

Aside, when Fudge heard the name "Maca", an unnatural look flashed across his face.