I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Elizabeth was very easy to fool, and in a few words she was sent to Harry's side to watch the game. After all, they both play fetch, and if they communicate with each other, they will have a better experience watching the ball.

As for Louis, he just came to watch the fun. After all, he didn't want to stay at home to coax his eldest nephew, which would be boring.

Little Bi Zai... Children are at an annoying age this year, and Louis is really afraid that he will learn all by himself without a teacher.

Ron on the side took out his panoramic telescope and started adjusting it. When everything was ready, he picked up the telescope and looked at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"It's awesome, this thing." Ron said with emotion: "I mean, this thing can actually be replayed. If I want to, I can even replay how Louis opened Kristrasa's legs. The one with the ribbon... pull it again, pull it again... Tsk, Louis..."

He had an envious look on his face, wondering when he could tease Hermione like this.

Fourth grade Hermione is completely grown up. It should be said that the little girl is really good-looking, but the cerebral palsy in some places is also true cerebral palsy. She is not paying attention to the venue in front of her at all. She is concentrating on it. She was writing furiously in her notebook, writing and drawing for her House Elf Rescue Committee.

Harry took out the velvet-covered game instructions with tassels from her pocket, flipped through them, and found the page about the opening ceremony. He read aloud: "Oh, it's really good. There will be a meeting of the team before the game." Mascot show.”

"Mascot?" Louis let go of Krisstrasa, turned his head and asked, "Harry, think about it, if Hogwarts needs a mascot, what should it be?"

The pronoun he uses here is he, not it.

"Mascot?" Harry looked up and thought, "Lion?"

"No, that's the Gryffindor mascot." Louis looked at the Weasley twins again: "George, Fred, what do you think?"

"Acromantula?" the two said in unison.

Louis didn't comment, and looked at Ginny who was practicing **** with her mouth: "What do you think? Ginny?"

"Huh? Ah..." Ginny glanced at Harry shyly. Before she could speak, George interrupted: "Don't worry, sister, it's definitely not Harry."

Ginny glared back fiercely, which probably meant that if she continued to talk nonsense, she would be crushed to pieces.

"So, what is it? Louis?" Ron asked impatiently.

Louis spread his hands, looked at Catherine, then at Percy, and said maliciously: "Weatherby..."

The whole box was silent for two or three seconds, as if they didn't expect Louis to say this answer, and then burst into laughter. Percy didn't know what was happening here, and kept looking over here.

"Hey, Mr. our mascot." George picked up the juice goblet on the tea table: "Here's to Weatherby——"

"To Weatherby." Everyone raised their glasses with a smile and toasted to Percy.

Percy looked at them with a dark look on his face, thinking that this nickname is really hard to live with, right...

"I think you should stay away from Barty Crouch, after all, he can't even remember your name." Charlie patted Percy on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

But a Percy who can listen to advice is not Percy.

Although this box was full, the nearby boxes seemed to be full of big shots in the magic world. People kept coming over to say hello. Percy kept standing up and sitting down as if he was sitting on a hedgehog. When the magic When the Minister himself, Cornelius Fudge, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the ground and shattered with a clatter.

He was so embarrassed that he quickly repaired the lens with his wand, and then sat sluggishly in his seat.

The society belongs to Yes after it dies.

Cornelius Fudge first greeted Dumbledore, then Louis, and then greeted Harry like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. Percy's eyes were extremely jealous, as if he was not being treated. The little chubby girl who saw her was like the beauty of her class being held in high esteem by all the stars.

After all, Harry and Fudge knew each other, and Fudge held Harry's hand lovingly like an old father, greeted him, and introduced him to the wizards around him.

Louis didn't know why, but he always wanted Harry to sing a song about the illusion that the minister's kindness would never end.

"Harry Potter! You know!" He loudly told the Bulgarian Minister of Magic next to him - the man was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim, and it seemed that he couldn't understand a word of English.

"Harry Potter! Oh, my God." Fudge patted his head and pointed at the scar on Harry's forehead: "Oh, think about it, you should know who he is, the one who died at the hands of the mysterious man. The boy who escaped, you must know who he is, right?"

Although the Bulgarian Minister of Magic didn't understand what Fudge was talking about, he followed Fudge's fingers and saw the scar on Harry's forehead. He immediately pointed excitedly and mumbled a long list of words loudly. Discourse.

"I knew you would understand." Fudge waved his hand tiredly and said to Harry: "I'm not good at languages. In this case, Barty Crouch is needed... Oh my God, I’m really tired, I don’t know where this guy has gone.”

But Harry had his own ideas. He stretched out his hand politely and spoke Russian - as a country from the former camp, Russian is much more common than English: "Hello, dear sir."

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic immediately held his hand and spoke fluent Russian: "Oh, Boy-Who-Lived, let me take a good look at you... Oh my god, I've heard about your magical power for a long time. Hello, I am Obalonsk, Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, nice to meet you."

Harry shook hands cautiously. He turned to look at Sirius, but found that his godfather was not looking at him at all, and was happily playing with Snape and Emma.

He can be regarded as half a social cow, and he can break the sense of distance in just a few words. After chatting for a while, Fudge reminded him loudly: "Ha, look who's here? Lucius..."

Sure enough, the door opened, and Lucius' family of three walked in. He first shook hands with Fudge politely, then said hello to Dumbledore, then walked to Lewis and bowed slightly.

"Your Highness."

"Hey, Uncle Lucius." Louis nodded, picked up the fruit plate on the table and handed it to Lucius: "Try it, this year's new product is good for magic power."

Lucius was not polite. Under Fudge's horrified gaze, he put the plate of dried fruits into his pocket.

"Chris, go get some dried fruits for Uncle Lucius." After Louis said that, Draco came over and greeted him with a smile.

"How are you and your little girlfriend, that Astoria?" Louis' sudden words made Lucius and Narcissa's ears perk up, and they looked at Draco alertly.

Draco waved his hands hastily, his face turned red in anxiety. He was currently in the stage of secret love and had not yet solved the mystery. After being teased like this by Louis, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Look at you, Harry already has a girlfriend, look at you again." Louis said with a look of disgust, "You don't want you to be the only single guy in this room, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sirius and Snape coughed violently at the same time.

Good guys, there are three single dogs in total. If you include Chromie, there should be four.

"I'm only in the third grade, and it's only the fourth grade when school starts. There's no rush..." Draco defended nonchalantly, but was unexpectedly interrupted by Narcissa.

"It's getting late for fourth grade, so aren't you worried about her being snatched away?" Narcissa's eyes were filled with hatred for her son. "When your father was your age, he already dared to confess to me. What about you? You?" look at you……"

Draco lowered his head and said nothing. Ron and Louis looked at each other, both holding back laughter.

Lucius had already turned his attention to Arthur at this time. He walked over and stretched out his hand to Arthur: "Arthur, long time no see."

"Well, hello, Lucius." Arthur was still a little uncomfortable shaking hands with Lucius, but since the other person was willing to show his kindness, he didn't mind smiling back.

"Being able to take some time out of your busy schedule to watch the World Cup is a relatively pleasant thing." Lucius said with a reserved smile on his face, "You must have a deep understanding of it. I want to prohibit abuse. Working in the Department of Muggle Objects will not be an idle job."

"Hey, who says it isn't?" Mr. Weasley laughed and patted his belly: "Look, I've lost weight. The waistband of the trousers that Molly just sewed for me looks like it will need to be re-sewed in two days." Sew it inside."

"But I don't think you've lost weight." Lucius poked Mr. Weasley in the stomach with his snake-headed staff, making the latter laugh.

Aunt Molly looked at her husband in front of her in horror, wondering why the Weasley family had such a good relationship with the Malfoy family?

But fortunately, Narcissa didn't go to find her, but went to talk to Solanlian. After learning that the person in front of her was Lewis's mother, she immediately put on a serious face.

It's a pity that Yin Sansui doesn't want to deal with anyone now and just wants to play with the flower rope in his hand.

Solanlian pulled the sleeves of the astonished Narcissa and tapped her head with her index finger. Narcissa immediately understood. Solanlian briefly told Narcissa about Emma's special situation in a low voice, which immediately aroused the latter's sympathy.

Women are generally stronger at empathy.

Seeing that they were standing there, Dumbledore stretched out his hand to conjure a pile of tables and chairs for everyone to sit down. At this time, Ludo Bagman rushed into the box and shouted: "Is everyone ready? Minister - can we start?"

His chubby face shone like a shiny tortilla.

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

Ludo Bagman drew his wand, pointed at his throat and said, "Sonorus!"

Then, his words were like thunder, resounding throughout the packed stadium. His voice reverberated above everyone's heads like rolling thunder, spreading loudly to every corner of the stands.

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

The audience burst into cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the national anthem. The scene was really lively. On the blackboard opposite them, the last line of advertisement read: "Bibi's Multi-flavored Beans - Every bite is an adventure!" 》 was erased and now shows: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, please allow me to introduce - the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stands was a neat bright red square formation, and loud cheers erupted at this moment. "I wonder what they brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning out of his seat.

"Ah!" He suddenly took off his glasses and wiped them hastily on his robe, "Veela——"

Harry was still shouting: "What is a Veela?" But no one answered him. Everyone's eyes were attracted to the Veelas in the venue, and they were all watching attentively.

Louis was no exception. He adjusted his direction and looked down, only to see a hundred Veela sliding towards the arena.

Veela is a woman, and there is no doubt that she is one of the prettier women Louis has ever seen. However, unlike Harry who was drooling, Louis looked away after a few glances.

It’s not interesting. Her legs are not as long as Catherine’s. She’s not as good-looking as Catherine’s. Her skin is not as good as Ye Ye’s. She doesn’t look as well-behaved as Christasa. He folded his arms and adjusted to a more comfortable position, crossing his legs. In Christasa's arms.

"Why don't you look? Little deer?" Catherine retracted her gaze and turned to Louis.

"It's not interesting." Louis shrugged: "It's not like I've never seen the world. Do you think I'm Harry?"

After saying that, he looked inside the room and found that everyone except Emma, ​​Sirius and Snape were staring attentively at the Veelas on the field.

"Oh my God, they can't be real people - why do their skins shine like the moon, and why do their hairs flutter in the wind even if there is no wind..." Harry murmured to himself, holding the telescope. Watch endlessly.

Soon, he was speechless. The Veela began to dance, and his mind went blank with the Veela's dance. His nose was also hot, and two red lines were pulled off from the nostrils. But he was completely unaware.

Louis saw Harry's pig brother appearance, looked down at the Veela's on the field, pushed Catherine, and pinched Ye Ziyan, and whispered: "You two take a good look, learn from it, go back and dance for me... …”

The two women looked at each other and chose to ignore Louis, but they both secretly competed in their hearts. They must learn the Veela dance and must not let the other party get the upper hand.