HP Magic Biography

Ron got out his binoculars and started testing it. Use it to see people on the other side of the gym

It's so exciting! said Ron, turning the knob next to it. I can make that old guy scratch his nose over and over again.

At the same time, Hermione couldn't wait to browse her velvet-covered program list and express Hermione's opinion to Fan Lin about it.

The team's mascot will be displayed before the game, Hermione read aloud.

Sadly, that's always worth seeing, said Mr. Weasley. You know what? The national team bring creatures from their home countries to display on this ground.

The creatures brought from this country, I thought some stupid idiot was riding on them to show off their power. Fan Lin complained in a low voice, and he recalled Krum's stupid look on the broom.

Show off your might? Hermione frowned, Why, this is the Quidditch World Cup.

... Fan Lin curled his lips, and Hermione didn't ask, the girl didn't take this sentence to heart. Although Fan Lin was a little strange, the girl knew enough about Fan Lin.

Then after half an hour, the number of people in the box gradually increased, and everyone sat around them.

Weasley kept shaking hands with wizards who were obviously important people.

Percy often jumped up, as if sitting on a spine. When Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the floor and shattered.

He fixes it with his wand in great embarrassment. Since then sat obediently in his seat. When he saw Connelly greeting Harry and Fan Lin like old friends, he looked at Fan Lin and the two of them very jealously.

The three of them had met before, and Fudge was like that, shaking Harry's hand kindly, asking him how he was doing, while introducing him to the wizards on either side of him.

You know it, Harry Potter, he told the Bulgarian minister loudly.

As for Fan Lin, Fan Lin's identity is a bit sensitive. The only grandson of the Minister of Magic of China, plus Dumbledore, Fudge didn't know how to deal with it. After saying hello, Fan Lin was selectively ignored. Of course , but some irrelevant introductions are missing, which is very much in line with Fan Lin's intention.

The Bulgarian minister, dressed in a rich black velvet gown trimmed with gold, did not seem to understand English.

Harry Potter, come here. You know who he is, the only boy who survived 'the man'. You must know who he is, said Fudge.

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly noticed Harry's scar, and began pointing and talking excitedly and loudly at it.

We should keep him short, Fudge said to Harry wearily. I'm not very good at multilingualism, and I need Barty Crouch to help me with that. Ah, I see his servant elf Got him a seat. Well done! These Bulgarian bastards, always clamoring for the best seat... Ah, this is Lucius!

Harry, Ron, Van Lin and Hermione turned around immediately. Walking towards the last four vacant seats in the second row, just behind Weasley, was none other than Dobby's former owner, Lucius. Malfoy, his son Draco and a woman, Harry guessed must be Draco's mother. The two have been enemies since they went to Hogwarts together.

Draco looked like his father, a pale, pointed boy with platinum blond hair. His mother was also blond, tall and slender. She'd be pretty if she didn't have that look on her face like there's a bad smell in here.

Ah, Fudge, Mr. Lucius held out his hand to shake the Minister of Magic's hand, how are you lately? You haven't seen my wife Narcissa and my son Draco, have you?

Hello, hello, said Fudge, smiling, and bowing slightly to Mrs. Malfoy. Let me introduce you, this is... Mr. Obronsko, he is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, but he doesn't understand me, that's okay. This is... I'm sure you know him, Aya Thur Weasley.

It's a tense moment, Mr Weasley and Mr Malfoy look at me and I look at you.

The little ones almost immediately remembered the last time they faced each other.

It was at Lihen Bookstore, and they had a fight. Mr. Malfoy's grim gray eyes flicked over to Mr. Weasley, and then walked over.

My dear Arthur, he said softly, what did you sell to get this first-class ticket? Surely your house isn't worth that much.

Fudge didn't hear, and said, Lucius has just donated a large sum of money to St. Mango's Magical Hospital for Sickness and Disability, and he's my guest.

Great, great! Mr. Weasley smiled forcedly.

Mr. Malfoy's eyes turned to Hermione again. Hermione blushed and stared at him determinedly.

Harry knew exactly what made Mr. Malfoy pout. The Malfoy family is extremely proud of their purebred blood. In other words, they think that any Muggle is inferior, like Hermione, who belongs to the second class. However, under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, he Did not say anything. He nodded contemptuously to Mr. Weasley and continued on to his seat. Draco gave Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione a contemptuous look, and sat down between his father and mother.

Ugly bastard! Ron muttered.

Don't pay attention to them, they're just clowns. Fan Lin said, if Lucius dared to insult Hermione just now, he would definitely fight back in a way that Lucius was satisfied with.

This kind of slap in the face is something that Fan Lin has done a lot. Facts have proved that Fan Lin is quite talented in this respect.

When several people turned to the square again, for a while, Luther. Bagmon also entered the box.

Is everyone ready? he asked, his round cheese face looking excited.

Minister, can we start?

Loudo, as long as you're ready, Fudge said softly.

Loud took out his wand, pointed to his throat, said, Sonorus! and addressed the packed gymnasium.

His voice echoed throughout the stadium, and he could be heard from every corner: Ladies! Gentlemen! Welcome! Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup Finals!

The crowd screamed, clapped loudly, and waved thousands of flags to the tune of their respective national anthems. The big blackboard across from them had been wiped with the message—Beddy Porter's Delicious Beans—You Must Try—and now read: Bulgaria: Zero, Ireland: Zero.