Chapter 182 The World Cup Final Begins
Although Heffis is not a fan of the Irish team.
But when you visit a tourist attraction, how can you not buy souvenirs?
He bought a lot of souvenirs about the Irish team, which made Hermione roll her eyes.
But what Hephis resolutely refused to buy was the dancing clover hat.
The color is way too green and definitely not for him.
The night gradually darkened, and from the depths of the woods in the distance came the sound of a low and deep gong.
Countless red, green and yellow lanterns swayed on the branches, illuminating the way to the stadium.
Hephis and Hermione also went to the meeting point. Their meeting point was mobile, which was Hagrid.
They followed the light of the lanterns and walked quickly through the woods.
Thousands of people surged like a tide and gathered towards the stadium.
Shouts, laughter and singing came one after another.
This fanatical emotion was like a virus, and Hephis couldn't help but get excited.
In his previous life, he particularly liked to watch football games live.
Of course, the purpose is not to watch the game, but to vent the depression in life.
So every time he watched a game, his throat would hurt for a few days.
They walked in the woods for about ten minutes and saw a huge and magnificent stadium.
The walls are golden and very dazzling.
At this time, Hagrid was standing near the ticket gate, watching the people coming and going with excitement.
On his head he wore an oversized hat covered with shamrocks.
Looking at the rough workmanship, you can tell that he wove it himself.
Fulla was holding Snape's arm, looking towards the direction of the court with anticipation in her eyes.
Snape pursed his lips helplessly.
Lucius stood aside with a serious look on his face, holding his cane.
Narcissa, wearing a slim green robe, looked at Draco and... Harry with a big smile on her face?
Hephis glanced around and did not see the Weasley family.
So why did this guy get here?
Hermione had the same doubts as him and asked Harry.
"Harry, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be with the Weasleys?"
Draco and Harry looked at each other, their faces slightly flushed.
Harry hesitantly explained: "I was originally with Ron, but I met Draco on the way, and then we..."
Draco added quietly, "Harry and Weasley got separated. There are many entrances here, and it's a little...unsafe for him to be alone. So I brought him here to gather."
Hephis looked at the two of them, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"There are so many people here, it's hard to find. Let's go in first! I'll ask An An to notify Mr. Weasley, and Harry will stay with us."
Harry suddenly remembered something and said awkwardly: "But...but my ticket is still there..."
Lucius glanced at Hephis and said calmly: "I have a VIP card for the top box. I can bring as many people in as you want."
Hephis didn't give Harry any chance to continue his decision.
He called An An directly and asked him to inform Mr. Weasley to avoid making him worry.
Led by Lucius, they slowly walked towards the nearest entrance.
A group of fanatical fans had gathered there, and their shouts were heard one after another.
"VIP card." The witch official at the entrance looked at the card in Lucius' hand and said routinely, "Top floor box! Go up all the way to the top floor, it's at the very top."
The stairs of the gymnasium are covered with purple-red carpet.
They walked up the stairs with the crowd. The aisle was very narrow and could only accommodate two people walking side by side.
However, the enthusiasm of those fanatical fans had already boiled over and they rushed forward.
Just to get to your position faster and cheer for the team you support.
This is when Hagrid's role comes into play.
He walked at the back, and his thirteen-foot height seemed like a natural barrier; no one dared to push in his direction.
They kept going up and finally reached the end of the stairs and entered a small box on the top floor.
The place is high up and has an excellent view, facing the glittering golden goalpost.
Hephis raised his hand and conjured up a large chair for Hagrid.
They sat together in pairs.
On both sides of the court, there are three fifty-foot-high basketball hoops.
To their right, a huge blackboard was hung in the air, with advertising messages flashing on it.
Among them, the advertisements for White Peacock Fashion Brand Underwear and Men’s Clothing are particularly eye-catching.
They stayed on the blackboard the longest, and Lucius must have spent a lot of money on them.
Soon the Weasleys also arrived at the box, and they were in the same box as Hefice.
Lucius and Arthur seemed to be born incompatible. As soon as they met, they started to mock each other.
But they don't have much time left.
Over the next half hour, people started arriving in the box.
Lucius and Arthur were too busy chatting with the other guests to bother competing with each other.
Finally, the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, came in.
He took the initiative to walk over to Lucius and the two shook hands politely.
Lucius also introduced Narcissa and Draco to Fudge.
But when he wanted to continue introducing Hephes, he found that Hephes was sitting there without moving, so he didn't say anything more.
The Bulgarian Minister for Magic also appeared in the box.
He was dressed in a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim, and his round face was like a huge ball of cheese.
"Minister, can we start?"
Fudge smiled and nodded, "Just start when you say start, Ludo."
Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Sports and Games, drew his wand and pointed it at his throat.
"Dear ladies and gentlemen... Welcome everyone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into warm cheers and applause.
Thousands of flags were waved at the same time in the hands of the audience, and the scene was very spectacular.
On the huge blackboard opposite, the content of the advertisement has disappeared.
Instead, the eye-catching scoreline was: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.
"The 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final is about to begin! Next, please allow me to introduce to you... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"
Ludo Bagman's voice rang out again, his voice thick with passion.
On the right side of the stands, a sea of bright red began to boil.
It was a formation of Bulgarian fanatics who erupted in deafening cheers.
Hephes also looked in the direction of the cheers, and saw a group of breathtakingly beautiful women walking towards them.
Their smiles are as bright as the sun and their figures are as graceful as fairies.
"Oh my god, a Veela!" Hephis exclaimed in a low voice.
