HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

When Mino noticed that the atmosphere between Lucius and Mr. Weasley was getting tense, he took Narcissa's hand before Lucius could say anything to taunt Mr. Weasley.

"Aunt Narcissa, do you want to see the members of the Irish team?" Mino blinked his big eyes and looked up at Narcissa.

Narcissa obviously didn't want Mino to hear anything bad, so she glanced at Lucius.

Minow knew that Lucius was a strict henkeeper. After all, he originally wanted Draco to read Durmstrang, but he decided to go to Hogwarts because of Narcissa's words.

After resolving the minor friction that didn't happen, Mino happily handed the panoramic telescope bought by Harry to Narcissa, while he used Draco's, which was more balanced.

"Sit with us," Draco invited.

"Okay." Mino agreed happily.

Then Fred and George sat over, both with the same evil smile on their faces - no, a sincere smile.

"You guys..." Draco keenly sensed something was wrong, and subconsciously leaned towards Mino, and then noticed that Mino's smile was the same as the Weasley twins' faces.

"Are you going to call me daddy?" Fred said, "Oh, young master, we just want to make a bet with you."

"I refuse." Draco said righteously, "I won't let you cheat me out of my money."

"It's just a normal transaction, betting on which team will win the game." George said.

Draco lifted his chin slightly, giving him his usual defiant expression.

"You're short of money, aren't you?"

"Of course, if you are willing to sponsor us, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes is willing to let you buy it at a [-]% discount." Fred said.

"Ten percent off?" Draco frowned, "How much discount does Mino get?"

"Of course I'm free." Mino said.

"What about Weasley?" Draco asked Ron.

"Oh, double the price at most." George said.

"Yes, he is our brother after all." Fred said.

"It's hard being your brother."

Draco glanced with some sympathy at Ron, who was holding a panoramic telescope and was enjoying himself. He was sharing with Harry that he saw the old wizard picking out earwax.

Mino frowned and asked, "Does Ron have any special hobbies?"

"We've always felt that way," Fred said matter-of-factly, "so we've always wanted to study Ronnie."

"Then how about I knock him out another day?" Mino was a little excited.

"Please don't discuss this kind of thing in front of me."

Lucius and Narcissa were talking to the Minister of Magic, and no one noticed that Draco was being coerced.

"Since you heard it, you have no choice but to..." Mino pulled out the dart.

"Why do you carry this kind of thing with you again!" Draco looked at Mino in horror.

"So you want one?"

"Of course," Draco immediately put away the expression on his face, "but I don't like this."

"It doesn't matter, I'll show them to you when the time comes," Mino said enthusiastically, "I can give you a cheaper price if you come from an academy."

Draco reluctantly took out the money bag from his pocket and threw it to Mino.

"Take it yourself," then turned to Fred and George, "There is a big event at Hogwarts. You can try to participate. The championship prize will be enough for you."

"Big event?" Fred was a little curious, "You know about it too?"

"Of course I know, my father told me." Draco looked very proud every time he mentioned Lucius.

George nodded: "Maybe it's a good choice, if it's like what Malfoy said..."

"Why didn't Toto come?" Mino asked Draco, "Can Toto get a ticket too?"

"She has no interest in Quidditch," Draco said, then took out his panoramic telescope and looked at the field, "How can you see Astoria if you are holding hands with Weasley?"

"Oh, but I have two hands." Mino puffed up his mouth.

"Is everyone ready?" Ludo rushed into the box at this time, his round face shining like a giant spherical cheese, "Minister - can we start?"

"Get started, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

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

Fred and George sat in a row next to Mino and Draco, waiting for the game to start.

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

The audience burst into cheers and applause.Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the national anthem, and the scene was really lively.

On the blackboard opposite 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.

Although Mino didn't have much interest in Quidditch, it was still easy to get excited on such a field.

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

On the right side of the stand was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

"I wonder what their mascot is." Draco said, leaning out to take a look.

Mino also stared longingly.

"Vela!" Minnow heard Mr. Weasley call.

Mino watched excitedly as a hundred Veela walked towards the arena, patting Draco's thigh and saying, "Vela! It's Veela! They are so beautiful!"

Draco grinned in pain: "Can you pat your own leg!"

Mino saw Harry and Ron running to the edge of the box and preparing to jump off. Hermione quickly went to stop them.

Draco snorted coldly when he saw this and said, "People with a strong will will not be confused by Veela."

Mino felt that if he hadn't patted Draco's thigh, he might have been like Harry and Ron.

Mino continued to stare at the dancing Veela, tears of excitement flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust and said, "Can you put that weird look on your face away?"

Mino turned the panoramic telescope and watched the Veela's dance again, then turned to look at George to see if he was also staring at the Veela, but found that George had been staring at him.

"Have you been looking at me?" Mino asked.

"Of course, you are much prettier than a Veela," George laughed, "No, nothing can compare to you, Mimi."

Mino also laughed and intertwined their fingers with George.

Draco laughed too and told Minnow to take George and get to Mr. Weasley.

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

Then, with a whooshing sound, 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 field, connecting the two big shining balls.The crowd erupted in exclamations of "ouch, 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—gold coins.

The gold coins of the Irish Leprechaun will disappear, but it seems that many people don't know, such as Ron, who is picking up the gold coins happily and seriously.

"No need to pick it up, it will disappear." Mino said.

"As long as you see Mino not moving, you will know that it cannot be true." Draco didn't know why he suddenly felt proud. "I know Mino better. She never behaves in such a way as to take money." slow.

"Actually, I'm not very slow when it comes to hitting people."

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome to the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team! Let me introduce you to Dimitrov!"

A figure in red on a broomstick flew into the arena through a portal below, so fast it was impossible to see.He won rapturous applause from the Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

A second figure in a bright red robe flew out.

"Zograf! Levsky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next - Krum!"

"It's him, it's him!" shouted Ron, following Krum with his panoramic telescope.

"That's him, our hero Krum," Minnow sang.

Draco was used to Mino's frequent convulsions, so he just took a glance and continued to pay attention to the situation on the field.

"Now, please welcome - the Irish Quidditch national team!" Bagman shouted loudly, "the one who is coming out is - Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And - also —And—Lin Qi!”

Seven blurry green figures flew towards the arena, and Mino turned the panoramic telescope to observe.

"And our referee today is Hassan Mustafa, the well-supported president of the International Quidditch Federation who flew all the way from Egypt!"

Mino continued to use the panoramic telescope to observe the referee. He was a little old man who looked very serious. Especially the reflective Mediterranean made Mino know that he must still be a powerful person.

The game started at the referee's whistle. Draco and George on both sides of Mino watched it very seriously and even stood up to cheer for the players.

But Mino gradually became sleepy. Even if the sound of the stadium was loud, Mino still couldn't help but become sleepy, because there was no one she cared about among the people playing, so Quidditch would be meaningless. .

"Mino." Narcissa noticed Mino's sleepiness and waved to Mino.

Mino walked over in a daze, then leaned against Narcissa and began to sleep. He did not feel Lucius's somewhat resentful eyes.