Hogwarts Scholar System

At this time, a deep and deep gong sound came from somewhere far away in the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, lighting up the road leading to the arena.

"It's time!" said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as everyone else. "Come on, let's go."

Mr. Weasley led the way. Everyone clutched their purchases and walked quickly into the woods along the path illuminated by lanterns.They could hear hundreds of people moving around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.this

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, chatting and laughing loudly, and finally emerged from the other side of the woods, where they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium.They could only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the arena. Judging from the exposed tip of the iceberg, it could contain at least ten cathedrals.

"It can accommodate a hundred thousand spectators," Mr. Weasley said.

"Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for a whole year. Every inch of this place has been cast with Muggle-repelling spells. During this year, every time Muggles approach this place, they will suddenly think of urgent things and rush to Go away. May God bless them!" he said lovingly, leading everyone to the nearest entrance, where many shouting wizards had already gathered.

"First class tickets." The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Top box! Go all the way upstairs, Arthur, to the top."

The stairs leading to the gymnasium are covered with burgundy carpet.They climbed up the stairs together with the crowd, and slowly the crowd entered the stands on the left and right sides.The group led by Mr. Weasley continued up the stairs until they reached the top.

They found themselves in a small box at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts.There are about twenty purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows.

They sat in the front row and looked down——

One hundred thousand wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats are arranged in a staircase shape around the oval gymnasium.Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself.From their vantage point, the field looked as smooth as velvet.There were three pitching hoops on both sides of the field, fifty feet high; to the right of them, almost at eye level with them, was a huge blackboard with golden words flashing on it, as if there was a Invisible giant hands wrote words on the blackboard and then erased them. They were advertisements for sponsors of the Quidditch World Cup.

Cornflower: The broomstick for the whole family – safe, reliable and with a built-in anti-theft buzzer. . .

Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover: Removes stains with ease. . .

Fengya brand wizard uniforms - London, Paris, Hogsmeade. . .

Harry took his eyes away from the billboard and turned his head to check the situation in the box. He unexpectedly found a small and strange guy sitting in the penultimate seat in the row behind them.

The little guy's legs are too short and can only be stretched out on the chair in front of him.It was wrapped in a tea towel for wiping the tea set, like a loose robe, and its face was buried in its hands.However, the pair of long, bat-like big ears looked so familiar. . .

"Dobby?" Harry said in disbelief.

The little guy raised his head and loosened his fingers, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes and a nose shaped and sized like a giant tomato.It wasn't Dobby, but there was no doubt that this was a house-elf, just like Dobby had been before he was free.

"Sir, did you just call me Dobby?" the elf asked curiously from between his fingers.

After the elf spoke, Harry realized that the house elf was a female. It seemed that house elves of different genders looked similar, making it difficult to distinguish them directly from appearance.

Ron and Hermione also turned their heads at this time. Maple glanced at the empty seat next to the house elf. Barty Crouch Jr. must have been sitting here at this moment!

"I'm sorry," Harry said to the elf, "I mistook you for someone I used to know."

"But I know Dobby too, sir!" said the elf sharply.She covered her face with her hands, as if she was blinded by the light, even though the light in the top box was not strong.

"My name is Winky, sir, sir." When her eyes fell on the scar on Harry's forehead, her dark brown eyes suddenly widened, "You must be Harry Potter!"

"Yes." Harry said.

"Why, Dobby's been talking about you all day long, and a Mr. Maple, sir!" she said, lowering her hands a little, with a look of awe on her face.

"I am the Maple that Dobby mentioned. Hello, Winky!" Maple said to Winky. "How is Dobby? How are you doing after you are free?"

"Ah, sir," Winky said, shaking his head, "Ah, sir, to be disrespectful to you, sir, I'm afraid it won't be of any benefit to Dobby if you free him."

"why?"

"Dobby thinks about freedom all the time, sir!" said Winky sadly. "They are all unrealistic ideas, sir. He can't find a job, sir!"

"Why can't Dobby find a job?" Harry asked concerned.

Winky lowered her voice half an octave and whispered, "He wants to be paid, sir!"

"Payment?" Harry asked blankly, "What, shouldn't he be paid?"

Winky seemed horrified by the idea and brought her fingers together so that her face was half hidden again.

"House elves don't get paid for their work, sir!" she screamed from behind her fingers. "No, it won't do, it won't do. I said to Dobby, I said, find yourself a decent family and settle down properly. , Dobby. He's all about having fun, sir, and that's not befitting of a house-elf. I say, you're running around like that, and the next thing I'm going to hear is you're like some mean guy. Just like a goblin, he was arrested by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and questioned."

"But it's time for him to have some fun," Harry said.

"House elves are not supposed to have fun, Harry Potter," Winky said seriously, covering her face with her hands. "House elves obey their master's orders completely. I'm afraid of heights, Harry Potter."

She glanced towards the edge of the box and took a breath, "But my master sent me to the top box, so here I am, sir!"

"He clearly knows that you are afraid of heights, why did he send you here?" Harry frowned dissatisfied and asked.

"Master, the master wants me to save a seat for him, sir! He is too busy." Winky turned her head and looked at the empty seat next to her. "Winky really hopes that she can return to the master's tent, Harry Potter." Special, but Winky obeys orders, Winky is a very well-behaved house elf."

Maple looked at the house elf Twinkle and felt pathetic.I have been kneeling for too long, and I have become accustomed to kneeling. When my knees become numb, I can no longer stand up.

What is even more tragic is that in the eyes of the kneeling slaves, those who do not want to be slaves are considered aliens and are heretics who should be eliminated from their group!

"Is that a house-elf?" asked Ron in a low voice. "Quite weird ones, aren't they?"

"Dobby is even weirder," said Harry.

Ron took out his panoramic telescope and began to adjust it. He looked at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"That's cool!" he said, fiddling with the playback knob on the side of the telescope. "I can ask that old guy over there to pick his nose again, and again, and again..."

Hermione flipped through the game instructions she bought and read, "There will be a performance by the team mascot before the game."

Oh, that's always worth seeing. "Mr. Weasley said, "You know, each national team brings some exotic animals from their own countries to put on a show here. "

Over the next half hour, the box they were in gradually filled up with people.Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people, and those people looked like they were high-ranking wizards.Percy stood up hurriedly again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in quills.

When the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge himself, arrived, Percy bowed too low and his glasses fell to the ground, shattering.Embarrassed, he repaired the lens with his wand and then sat blankly in his seat.Percy shot Harry a jealous look as Cornelius Fudge greeted him like an old friend.Fudge held Harry's hand as kindly as a father, greeted him, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

At this moment, Maple, like Ron and Hermione, was treated as nothing by Cornelius Fudge. Obviously, all the fame he had achieved at Hogwarts were not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Minister of Magic.

"Harry Potter, you know," he shouted to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was dressed in a gorgeous black velvet robe trimmed with gold and looked like he didn't understand a word of English, "Harry Potter, oh, think about it. I want to see, you should know who he is, the boy who escaped death in the hands of the mysterious man! You must know who he is - "

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed at it excitedly, mumbling a series of words loudly.

"I knew I would always make him understand." Fudge said to Harry tiredly, "I'm not very good at languages. When it comes to this kind of thing, you need Barty Crouch. Ah, I saw his family The elf gave him a seat. So thoughtful, these guys in Bulgaria always want to get the best seats. Ah, here comes Lucius!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione immediately turned their heads. Maple remained seated and did not move. The person who squeezed into the three empty seats in the second row behind Mr. Weasley was Dobby the house elf. The owner - Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, who seemed to be Draco's mother.

Harry and Draco Malfoy have been bitter rivals since they first went to Hogwarts.Draco is a pale-skinned boy with a pointed face and flaxen hair who looks very much like his father.His mother also had light skin and yellow hair. She was not ugly to begin with, but she always had a look of disgust on her face, as if she smelled something bad.

"Ah, Fudge," Malfoy extended his hand as he passed the Minister of Magic, "Hello. I assume you haven't met my wife Narcissa yet? And our son Decorah."

"Hello, hello," said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy, "please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberansik, the Minister of Magic in Bulgaria. , It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t understand what I’m saying anyway. Let me see who else, do you know Arthur Weasley?”

This moment is really tense.Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy looked at each other, and Harry remembered clearly the last time they met: they had had a fight at Flourish and Blotts.Mr. Malfoy's cold gray eyes looked past Mr. Weasley back and forth across the rows of seats.In addition to Mr. Weasley, Malfoy also took one more look at Maple.

Because his son Draco told him that it was Maple who controlled him with magic and gave Dobby a pair of socks to make him lose his servant.

Lucius couldn't help but narrowed his eyes when he saw that Maple was the only one sitting in his seat and not moving at all. He was not moved at all by the arrival of him or even the Minister of Magic.

Maple's outstanding performance also caught Fudge's attention. Enjoying the gazes from around him, the cautious Fudge immediately remembered the figure of Maple who was the only one who did not respect him as the Minister of Magic. He was just unhappy. His appearance did not show it.

"Jesus, Arthur," he whispered, "what did you sell to get a seat in the top box? Your belongings are certainly not worth so much, are they?"

Fudge didn't know about the dirty affairs of the Weasley and Malfoy families. He said: "Lucius just recently donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Arthur, he is the honored guest I invited. "

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

Mr. Malfoy glanced at Hermione and pursed his lips slightly. Hermione blushed slightly, but looked at him without flinching.Maple suddenly turned her head and gave Malfoy a warning look. Malfoy seemed to find it ridiculous, but he also felt offended at the same time.

He had always been proud of his pure wizard blood, but now an inferior Muggle wizard with no hair on his head actually gave him a warning look.

However, Malfoy did not dare to be too presumptuous in front of the Minister of Magic. He finally turned his head and gave Mr. Weasley a sarcastic look, and then walked to his seat with his wife and son.

After the unpleasant farce, Ludo Bagman suddenly burst into the box.

"Is everyone ready?" he said, his round face shining like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister, can we start?"

"Just start as you say, Ludo." Fudge said kindly. Fudge was very satisfied with Ludo's attitude in asking for instructions. In contrast, Maple's image was even more annoying, an ignorant brat!

Ludo pulled out his wand, pointed at his throat and said, "Resonant!"

Then his words sounded like thunder throughout the packed stadium.His voice echoed above them and carried loudly to every corner of the stands.

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 across from them, the last line advertising (Bibi's All-Flavour Beans - Every bite is an adventure!) has been erased and now reads - 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.

"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!"

"What is Mei——"

I saw a hundred Veela sliding towards the arena. The Veela were astonishingly beautiful, their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and their hair was blowing behind their heads without wind.

The three most beautiful humanoid elves and monsters in magic are vampires, mermaids, and Veela. Among them, the singing of mermaids and the dance of Veela have unique magical powers that captivate people's minds.

The Veela began to dance, and wizards who were weak-willed or saw this scene for the first time were tempted by the magic of the Veela.Their minds went blank, and all that was left in their world was the Veela in their eyes, and nothing else.

For the Veela that occupies all of their hearts, they are willing to do anything, even to die, as long as they can gain her favor.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice came from afar.

The music stopped.Harry blinked blankly.He stood there with one leg propped up on the wall of the box.Next to him, Ron stood motionless as if he were about to dive off the diving board.Only Maple seemed to be resting there with her eyes closed, and seemed not to be affected in any way.

The stadium filled with angry roars.People don't want the Veela to leave.Harry thought the same thing.Of course he wanted to support the Bulgarian team, and he vaguely wondered why he was wearing a big green clover on his chest.Meanwhile, Ron was tearing the shamrock off his hat in a daze.Mr. Weasley smiled and leaned forward, taking the hat from Ron's hand.

"You'll need it later, after Ireland's performance," said Mr. Weasley.

"Huh?" Ron just hummed, his eyes still following the Veela, who were already lined up on one side of the arena.

"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "please raise your wand in the air and welcome the Irish national team mascot!"

Then, there was a whooshing sound, and a huge, green and gold thing flew into the stadium, like a big comet.It flew around the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward a set of goal posts.

An arched rainbow suddenly appeared across the entire arena, connecting the two big shining balls.The crowd erupted in exclamations of "Oops, ouch" as if they were watching a fireworks display.At this time, the rainbow disappeared, and the big shining balls connected and blended with each other to form a huge, shining clover, which rose high into the air and began to hover above the stands.

Something crackled down from above, like golden raindrops——

"Great!" Ron yelled as clovers hovered above their heads and kept scattering huge gold coins, landing on their heads and seats.Harry squinted his eyes and observed the clover carefully, and found that it was actually made up of countless little people wearing red vests and mustaches, each holding a small golden or green lamp.

"It's the Leprechaun!" Mr. Weasley said to the cheers. People cheered while still scrambling for gold coins or getting under the seats to pick up gold coins.

"Here you go," Ron shouted happily, thrusting a handful of gold coins into Harry's hand, "and your panoramic telescope! Now you have to buy me a Christmas present, haha!"

The giant clover disappeared, and the leprechauns slowly fell to the opposite side of the Veela on the field.Under the temptation of money, the audience who were seduced by Veela all returned to normal.They sat down cross-legged, ready to watch the game.