Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

When the time came to the evening, the crowd began to get restless, maybe it was about to approach the game, and a kind of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.At dusk, even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.As night fell like a curtain over hundreds of eagerly awaiting wizards, the last vestiges of camouflage disappeared: the Ministry seemed to bow to the inevitable and stop fighting people and let those who were clearly using magic Signs are popping up here and there.

Augustus sat on a bench in the tent garden, leisurely watching the wizards going back and forth around him, and he didn't feel any excitement about the upcoming game at all.There are small vendors falling from the sky all around, pushing their carts, selling their products back and forth, which are full of various types of items.Lilian sat impatiently beside Augustus, reading the Muggle romance novel in her hand, and turned a deaf ear to the cries around her.

Malfoy walked in from the door and stopped a businessman who was passing by, "This thing seems to be useful, Mr. Augustus, look, the telescope allows us to observe the player's dribbling skills more closely."

"Panoramic binoculars," the wizard peddler enthusiastically promoted, "You can replay the picture...in slow motion...if necessary, it can also quickly flash out the analysis of the game situation. Deal - ten Galleons a piece."

"Well, it sounds pretty good. If so, you can just buy three." Lilian still stared at the book in her hand, and ordered without raising her head.

"Okay, let's do this. Here, thirty Galleons. Three." Malfoy took three panoramic binoculars from the vendor like a slave.It wasn't until after I bought it that I realized that I seemed a little too obedient.

The weather was getting dark and the sun sank to the horizon. At this time, somewhere in the distance of the woods, there was a deep and deep sound of gongs. Immediately, thousands of red, green and green lanterns bloomed brightly on the trees, illuminating the road leading to the arena. the way.

"It's time," Brian and Lucius came out to inform the three of Augustus, "Hurry up, let's go."

The five of them followed the light of the lanterns towards the venue in the night, surrounded by densely packed wizards in various costumes, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing filled the way.Walk along the woods for about 10 minutes, walk out from the exit, and you will see a huge gymnasium in front of you.As far as the eye can see, there is only a part of the magnificent golden wall of the arena.

"The appearance is a bit imposing. I heard that it can accommodate [-] spectators, but I don't know why Muggles have never discovered this place." Malfoy said strangely while introducing to Augustus.

"I really don't know how you got into Hogwarts. Just think about the school's castle, and you can see why Muggles can't find it here. Hey, IQ is crushed." Lilian said contemptuously, with disdain in her red pupils.

Malfoy coughed twice without blushing, "Haha, actually, I knew it a long time ago, I just want you to have a chance to perform in front of Mr. Augustus."

Lucius touched his forehead helplessly, as if there was nothing he could do about his son being so thick-skinned, he patted Draco's shoulder earnestly, "We've entered the venue, we'd better pay attention to the image, after all, you It's a Malfoy."

The five people walked to the entrance, "Special class tickets." The witch at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Top box! Go upstairs, Mr. Brian Lucius, go to the top superior."

The stairs to the gymnasium were covered with fuchsia carpet.Follow the flow of people directly upwards, and slowly those crowds entered the left and right stands respectively.Finally, I reached the top of the stairs, at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts.Here are some twenty purple and gilt chairs, arranged in two rows.

Many people had already taken their seats in the box, and Lucius and Brian led the three of them to the third row on the top floor of the box.

"Ah, it's Fudge," said Lucius, holding out his hand as he passed the Minister of Magic. "Hi. I don't think you've seen my son yet, Draco. You should have, Mr. Augustus." It's over. As for this one, Director Brian, you should have dealt with him a lot in the Department of Mysteries. This is his daughter, Lilian."

With an official smile on his face, Fudge shook hands with the five people one by one, until Augustus, he smiled at Augustus with a bitter face, "This time, nearly half of the people in Azkaban are missing." Dementor, Mr. Augustus must be merciful in the future, and if you come again a few times, the prisoners will probably be grateful to you. By the way, send my regards to your parents, it’s a pity that they didn’t come this time.”

Augustus smiled slightly, "Dementors will definitely not come to Hogwarts in the future. The Ministry of Magic still needs to strengthen the management of these dark creatures. Otherwise, I don't mind locking them up for you."

Fudge nodded yes, still with a standard smile on his face.

"By the way, Mr. Augustus, please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblanschke - Mr. Obalonsk - he is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria," Fudge solemnly introduced to several people.

"Well, let me see who else, ah, of course - do you know Arthur Weasley?"

Only then did Augustus notice that Harry and his party had already sat in the corner.Mr. Malfoy's icy gray eyes stared back and forth across the row of seats past Mr. Weasley.

"My God, Arthur," he said softly, "what did you sell to get this top box seat? Surely your possessions aren't worth that much, are you?"

Fudge didn't catch what he was talking about. He said, "Lucius just made a large donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds recently, Arthur. He's my guest of honor."

"Oh—that's great," said Mr. Weasley with a forced smile on his face.

Augustus nodded to several people, and Lucius glanced at them coldly. With Fudge and Augustus around, he was not easy to get angry.

The five went directly to the first row to take their seats, and then, Ludo Bagman rushed into the box.

"Are you all ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister—can we begin?"

"Start as you said, Ludo." Fudge said kindly.

Ludo drew his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "Loud!" Then his words echoed like thunder through the packed arena.His voice echoed above their heads, resounding to every corner of the stands.

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