Chapter 358 Enter!
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
The crowd surged the moment the gong sounded, and everyone walked quickly toward the woods along the passage illuminated by the lanterns.
Thousands of people also made the same choice as them. For a moment, the crowds of people surged. Soul subconsciously held Hermione's hand, fearing that the crowd would scatter them.
Hermione understood what Sur meant by holding hands. She glanced at Sur secretly with her bright eyes, pursed her lips and smiled, interlocking her fingers with Sur's backhand.
There were many spectators who were much more impatient than them. Those spectators entered the woods earlier. Of course, the woods were very lively, with laughter, shouts and intermittent singing everywhere.
This kind of fanatical excitement is so contagious that Suer can't help but think of the 08 Olympic Games in his previous life. He was lucky enough to be there at that time. The fanatical atmosphere at that time was no less than this time.
They walked in the woods for 10 minutes before they came out from the other side of the woods. A huge and magnificent stadium appeared in front of everyone.
"It can accommodate [-] spectators!" Mr. Weasley said proudly when he saw the shocked expressions on everyone's faces.
"With such a big building, it's hard to hide it from the Muggles, right?" Hermione asked in surprise with her mouth slightly open.
"Of course, under normal circumstances, it is difficult to hide it from Muggles." Mr. Weasley nodded, "The Ministry of Magic has communicated with the Muggle Prime Minister. This is on the one hand, and on the other hand, the five hundred staff of the Ministry of Magic are Every inch of this place has a Muggle-Repelling Charm cast on it."
"In this year, whenever Muggles approach this place, they will suddenly remember urgent matters and walk away in a hurry. May God bless them..."
Mr. Weasley explained as he led everyone towards the nearest entrance, which was already crowded with many shouting wizards.
"First class ticket!" The Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance seemed to know Mr. Weasley. After taking his ticket and checking it, she enthusiastically gave up her seat and shouted loudly, "Arthur, the top box, from Go here, all the way to the top!”
"Thanks, Bisi."
Mr. Weasley said hello with a smile and led everyone up the stairs covered with purple-red carpet. The flow of people who came in with them were divided to both sides according to the position of the tickets in their hands. The higher they went up, the fewer people there were. At the top, they are the only ones left.
Here is a beautifully decorated box, located at the highest point of the stadium and facing the golden goal post. There are dozens of seats here, divided into two rows. Mr. Weasley took them to sit in the front row. On the seats, this is the best viewing position. You can imagine how expensive the ticket price for the best viewing position of a world-class event will be.
Sirius must have spent a lot of money buying these tickets, envy.
Looking down from the sitting position, the scene is very spectacular. If the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch is moved here, it will only take up one-tenth of the space here. Of course, there is enough space here. It can accommodate [-] spectators!
The spectator seats are centered around their position and spread out like stairs from top to bottom on both sides, surrounding the oval stadium.
At Soul's eye level was a huge blackboard with golden text scrolling on it - "Cornflower: A broomstick for the whole family - safe and secure, with a built-in anti-theft buzzer."
Then it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands erased these words and wrote a new one---
"Fengya brand wizard uniform---the best choice for custom-made dresses, addresses: London, Paris, Hogsmeade..."
"By the way, we need to prepare a dress for this school year, right?" Hermione gently pulled Rasul's clothes and whispered.
"It seems so." Suer nodded, "After the game, shall I accompany you to Diagon Alley to buy some?"
"Okay." Hermione nodded happily, "It happens that I need to buy some things again..."
"what?"
"My personal..." Hermione was about to reply, but suddenly her face turned red and she patted Soul in annoyance, "Don't ask nonsense! Girls' things have nothing to do with you!"
Su Er probably guessed something from Hermione's expression. His eyes paused on Hermione without any trace, then whistled and turned his head.
They seemed to be the first group to arrive. There was no one in the box at this time. Suer frowned and thought for a while, and specifically took a look at the last row. If he remembered correctly, there should be a small character appearing here. Elf's...but there's nothing here. .
After a second thought, Soul understood. He had exposed Peter's crime in advance, allowing him to get the punishment he deserved. Voldemort had lost one of his loyal men, and naturally found another candidate who could reassure the suspicious Voldemort-- -aka Barty Crouch Jr.
That little elf seems to be the one who follows Little Barty all year round and is responsible for guarding Little Barty.
Now that Barty Jr. has come out, it is very likely that the elf has already...naturally will not appear here...
Barty Jr. is out. It’s impossible that Barty Old has not received any news...
In other words... Barty Crouch, who was chatting with Mr. Weasley just this afternoon, might be controlled by the Imperius Curse, or simply - Sule thought of a potion name in his mind - Polyjuice Potion .
Then I have to be more careful tonight.
"What are you thinking about? Soul." Hermione's voice pulled Soul out of his thoughts, "Look at this, there will be a mascot performance later."
Hermione opened a fringed velvet-covered competition manual and pointed to a line of text for Soul to read.
"Oh, that's always worth seeing." Mr. Weasley said not far away. "Each national team will bring some rare animals from their own country and put on a show here."
"Then I'm going to take a closer look." Hermione said happily, "It's a great experience!"
In the next half hour, the empty seats in the box were gradually filled. Mr. Weasley kept sitting down and standing up to shake hands during this half hour. It seemed that those people were important figures in the Ministry of Magic.
It was like there was a spring under Percy's butt, bouncing up and down again and again.
"Oh my God! Arthur." A gloomy voice sounded. It was Lucius Malfoy. He was wearing a robe, covering his arms tightly.
Although he has lost his seat on the board of directors at Hogwarts, their family has been involved in the industry for many years and has not declined so easily. Lucius is followed by Draco, who is being held by a woman in a grand dress. inside.
"Could you have sold your house to get the top-floor box seats?"
"This seems to have nothing to do with you, Lucius." Mr. Weasley replied firmly, "I have my own way."
"I know, Dad, their tickets were given to them by Sirius Black because he saw how pitiful they were." Draco sneered loudly at this time, "A criminal bought the tickets!"
"Sirius is not a criminal!" Harry retorted loudly, with anger in his voice.
"Who knows when he will be captured by the dementors again?" Malfoy, with the support of his father, responded with confidence.
"So are you ready to pretend to be a dementor and perform a monkey show for everyone in the venue today? Malfoy." Ron said quietly.
Draco Malfoy's face turned red, and just as he was about to taunt him back, a fat man wearing a top hat walked in, followed by a woman covered in pink.
"Ah la la, what happened? It's so lively?"
Percy stood up suddenly and bowed obligingly. His glasses slipped from the bridge of his nose, and the lenses shattered with a crack.
"Pfft!" Draco Malfoy couldn't help laughing.
Percy's face turned red all of a sudden. He picked up his glasses and returned to his seat. After repairing them with a repair spell, he lowered his head and sat on his seat without speaking.
"Say hello to Mr. Minister, Draco." Lucius's voice sounded with a hint of smile.
"Ah, this is little Malfoy, he is really handsome." Cornelius Fudge smiled kindly and nodded slightly.
Thousands of people also made the same choice as them. For a moment, the crowds of people surged. Soul subconsciously held Hermione's hand, fearing that the crowd would scatter them.
Hermione understood what Sur meant by holding hands. She glanced at Sur secretly with her bright eyes, pursed her lips and smiled, interlocking her fingers with Sur's backhand.
There were many spectators who were much more impatient than them. Those spectators entered the woods earlier. Of course, the woods were very lively, with laughter, shouts and intermittent singing everywhere.
This kind of fanatical excitement is so contagious that Suer can't help but think of the 08 Olympic Games in his previous life. He was lucky enough to be there at that time. The fanatical atmosphere at that time was no less than this time.
They walked in the woods for 10 minutes before they came out from the other side of the woods. A huge and magnificent stadium appeared in front of everyone.
"It can accommodate [-] spectators!" Mr. Weasley said proudly when he saw the shocked expressions on everyone's faces.
"With such a big building, it's hard to hide it from the Muggles, right?" Hermione asked in surprise with her mouth slightly open.
"Of course, under normal circumstances, it is difficult to hide it from Muggles." Mr. Weasley nodded, "The Ministry of Magic has communicated with the Muggle Prime Minister. This is on the one hand, and on the other hand, the five hundred staff of the Ministry of Magic are Every inch of this place has a Muggle-Repelling Charm cast on it."
"In this year, whenever Muggles approach this place, they will suddenly remember urgent matters and walk away in a hurry. May God bless them..."
Mr. Weasley explained as he led everyone towards the nearest entrance, which was already crowded with many shouting wizards.
"First class ticket!" The Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance seemed to know Mr. Weasley. After taking his ticket and checking it, she enthusiastically gave up her seat and shouted loudly, "Arthur, the top box, from Go here, all the way to the top!”
"Thanks, Bisi."
Mr. Weasley said hello with a smile and led everyone up the stairs covered with purple-red carpet. The flow of people who came in with them were divided to both sides according to the position of the tickets in their hands. The higher they went up, the fewer people there were. At the top, they are the only ones left.
Here is a beautifully decorated box, located at the highest point of the stadium and facing the golden goal post. There are dozens of seats here, divided into two rows. Mr. Weasley took them to sit in the front row. On the seats, this is the best viewing position. You can imagine how expensive the ticket price for the best viewing position of a world-class event will be.
Sirius must have spent a lot of money buying these tickets, envy.
Looking down from the sitting position, the scene is very spectacular. If the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch is moved here, it will only take up one-tenth of the space here. Of course, there is enough space here. It can accommodate [-] spectators!
The spectator seats are centered around their position and spread out like stairs from top to bottom on both sides, surrounding the oval stadium.
At Soul's eye level was a huge blackboard with golden text scrolling on it - "Cornflower: A broomstick for the whole family - safe and secure, with a built-in anti-theft buzzer."
Then it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands erased these words and wrote a new one---
"Fengya brand wizard uniform---the best choice for custom-made dresses, addresses: London, Paris, Hogsmeade..."
"By the way, we need to prepare a dress for this school year, right?" Hermione gently pulled Rasul's clothes and whispered.
"It seems so." Suer nodded, "After the game, shall I accompany you to Diagon Alley to buy some?"
"Okay." Hermione nodded happily, "It happens that I need to buy some things again..."
"what?"
"My personal..." Hermione was about to reply, but suddenly her face turned red and she patted Soul in annoyance, "Don't ask nonsense! Girls' things have nothing to do with you!"
Su Er probably guessed something from Hermione's expression. His eyes paused on Hermione without any trace, then whistled and turned his head.
They seemed to be the first group to arrive. There was no one in the box at this time. Suer frowned and thought for a while, and specifically took a look at the last row. If he remembered correctly, there should be a small character appearing here. Elf's...but there's nothing here. .
After a second thought, Soul understood. He had exposed Peter's crime in advance, allowing him to get the punishment he deserved. Voldemort had lost one of his loyal men, and naturally found another candidate who could reassure the suspicious Voldemort-- -aka Barty Crouch Jr.
That little elf seems to be the one who follows Little Barty all year round and is responsible for guarding Little Barty.
Now that Barty Jr. has come out, it is very likely that the elf has already...naturally will not appear here...
Barty Jr. is out. It’s impossible that Barty Old has not received any news...
In other words... Barty Crouch, who was chatting with Mr. Weasley just this afternoon, might be controlled by the Imperius Curse, or simply - Sule thought of a potion name in his mind - Polyjuice Potion .
Then I have to be more careful tonight.
"What are you thinking about? Soul." Hermione's voice pulled Soul out of his thoughts, "Look at this, there will be a mascot performance later."
Hermione opened a fringed velvet-covered competition manual and pointed to a line of text for Soul to read.
"Oh, that's always worth seeing." Mr. Weasley said not far away. "Each national team will bring some rare animals from their own country and put on a show here."
"Then I'm going to take a closer look." Hermione said happily, "It's a great experience!"
In the next half hour, the empty seats in the box were gradually filled. Mr. Weasley kept sitting down and standing up to shake hands during this half hour. It seemed that those people were important figures in the Ministry of Magic.
It was like there was a spring under Percy's butt, bouncing up and down again and again.
"Oh my God! Arthur." A gloomy voice sounded. It was Lucius Malfoy. He was wearing a robe, covering his arms tightly.
Although he has lost his seat on the board of directors at Hogwarts, their family has been involved in the industry for many years and has not declined so easily. Lucius is followed by Draco, who is being held by a woman in a grand dress. inside.
"Could you have sold your house to get the top-floor box seats?"
"This seems to have nothing to do with you, Lucius." Mr. Weasley replied firmly, "I have my own way."
"I know, Dad, their tickets were given to them by Sirius Black because he saw how pitiful they were." Draco sneered loudly at this time, "A criminal bought the tickets!"
"Sirius is not a criminal!" Harry retorted loudly, with anger in his voice.
"Who knows when he will be captured by the dementors again?" Malfoy, with the support of his father, responded with confidence.
"So are you ready to pretend to be a dementor and perform a monkey show for everyone in the venue today? Malfoy." Ron said quietly.
Draco Malfoy's face turned red, and just as he was about to taunt him back, a fat man wearing a top hat walked in, followed by a woman covered in pink.
"Ah la la, what happened? It's so lively?"
Percy stood up suddenly and bowed obligingly. His glasses slipped from the bridge of his nose, and the lenses shattered with a crack.
"Pfft!" Draco Malfoy couldn't help laughing.
Percy's face turned red all of a sudden. He picked up his glasses and returned to his seat. After repairing them with a repair spell, he lowered his head and sat on his seat without speaking.
"Say hello to Mr. Minister, Draco." Lucius's voice sounded with a hint of smile.
"Ah, this is little Malfoy, he is really handsome." Cornelius Fudge smiled kindly and nodded slightly.
