The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

"You don't have to pay attention to him, John."

Fudge smiled and shook his head and said, "Crouch, he is always like this and can't understand the situation."

Percy's expression turned a little stunned.

Fudge continued:

"Facts have proven that his educational philosophy is completely wrong. Take his son, Barty Crouch Jr., for example. He once thought it was his most perfect work and successfully achieved Crouch's expectations. , got excellent results in 12 subjects.

But the result?

He was driven crazy by Crouch Sr.'s high-handed ideas and joined the Death Eaters.

John, you have proven that you are the best.

There is absolutely no need to listen to old-fashioned, loser advice. "

John smiled slightly and said:

"You are rude."

Listening to the conversation between Fudge and John, the expression on Percy's face was hard to describe in words.

It was a collapse in which the illusion was completely shattered.

Just from Fudge's contemptuous tone, he could hear his dissatisfaction and contempt for Crouch.

This is enough to prove that John and Mr. Weasley are telling the truth.

For a moment, Percy was lost in thought.

And Fudge opposite seemed to finally realize that there were other people here.

He shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Oh, okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. In fact, Crouch still has merit. He is proficient in foreign languages, and in some situations, this skill is quite useful.

Like, right now. "

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly, and happened to see a wizard wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim coming in from the door.

"John, let me introduce to you. This is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria! This time he came specifically to inspect the competition!"

Fudge suddenly said to John again, "This guy can't understand English and is an uneducated fool! To be honest, I don't understand how someone like him became a minister."

John nodded silently, but his eyes kept falling on the face of the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

The powerful emotional perception ability obtained through practicing [Occlumency] allowed him to clearly feel that at this moment, the Bulgarian's face was filled with a touch of sarcasm.

And this sarcasm became more intense while Fudge was talking to John.

Obviously, this man knows English.

The reason why he pretended not to know how to do it was just to tease Fudge, a real fool.

John did not expose the other party. After greeting each other for a while, the Malfoy family also came.

Lucius is a smart man.

He didn't ask why John didn't go to their house, but hung out with the Weasley family.

Even after knowing that John came with the Weasley family, he didn't even look at the Weasley family and kept chatting with John and Fudge.

This gave John enough face.

On the contrary, the Weasleys kept glaring at the Malfoy family.

Overall, John's chat with Fudge, Malfoy and others was quite enjoyable.

It wasn't until Ludo Bagman entered the box that Fudge allowed everyone to return to their seats.

Because the game is about to start.

Ludo pulled out his wand and put it against his neck.

"Sounds loud!"

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

Under the influence of magic, his voice was as loud as thunder, resounding throughout the entire venue.

The audience burst into cheers and applause.

Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, and the scene was really lively.

To be honest, this is not very friendly to John and others who are relatively close to Ludo.

They felt like their ears were being deafened.

"There will be mascot performances later," Fudge said to John while covering his ears. "First the Bulgarian national team, and then Ireland. The Bulgarian minister is unwilling to disclose the details of the performance. But to be honest, I am not impressed by the Bulgarian performance. I’m really looking forward to seeing what can happen in such a small place..."

Before Fudge finished speaking, a hundred girls in tulle had already slid onto the field.

"Oh my God! It's actually a Veela!?"

Fudge's face was filled with shock.

John also subconsciously widened his eyes.

Veela is a female elf that can shapeshift.

Their human forms are renowned for their extreme beauty and powerful ability to enchant.

The man who is 'captured' by them will lose his mind and become the puppet of the other party.

The Veela on the field danced.

Their dance moves are not that outstanding, but combined with their extremely beautiful looks and their fair skin that appears and disappears under the tulle, shining like the moon, they are really alluring.

Almost all the men in the venue went crazy.

Their eyes were dull, their saliva was drooling, and they behaved in various bizarre ways as if they were poisoned by fungi.

This is the scary thing about Veela.

The bewitching magic they master almost drives men crazy.

Because of [Occlumency], John was one of the very few male creatures at the scene who was not affected.

To be honest, he felt that the scene in the box was more exciting than the performance of the Veela outside.

Harry had already put his legs up on the wall, as if he was about to climb out to find the Veela.

Ginny was yelling and pulling on his arm, trying to stop him.

Hermione was holding Michelle back.

It's not that Michelle was also affected, but that Michelle thought those Veela dancing movements were very beautiful and was imitating them with distorted movements.

It made Hermione feel like she was possessed too.

Mr. Weasley and his sons were pitiful.

With no one to take care of them, they had huddled together in a twisted shape.

Things were relatively normal for the Malfoy family.

Under Narcissa's cold gaze, Lucius actually woke up from Veela's bewitching ability.

It was nothing short of a miracle.

Lucius is so afraid of his wife that even magic can't change her.

This made John want to laugh a little.

But he had another thing to deal with.

Fudge, who was sitting next to him, was completely panicked.

It was obvious that he was trying his best to resist the Veela's influence.

After all, as the Minister of Magic, it would be too bad to make a fool of yourself in public.

But his body was still twisting involuntarily, and the corners of his mouth were rising crazily.

Just when Fudge was about to be completely controlled and fell into despair, John took out his wand.

"All petrochemical!"

"Om-"

Fudge's body froze instantly.

This made the Bulgarian minister who was watching the show not far away, who was not affected by the Veela like John, shook his head in disappointment.

After more than ten minutes, the Veela's performance finally came to an end.

Everyone is still in a daze.

John could also hear a lot of roaring.

No one is willing to let the Veela leave.

But soon, these roars were drowned out by the voices of women scolding their husbands and boyfriends, as well as the wailing sounds of men.

John turned to look in Mr. Weasley's direction.

Watching them twist and turn, they seem to be still reminiscing about the performance they just performed.

John felt that Mr. Weasley should be glad that Mrs. Weasley was not interested in Quidditch.

If Mrs. Weasley had been there, Mr. Weasley would probably have been beaten too.

Of course, while John was watching the excitement, he did not forget to remove Fudge from his petrified state.

To his surprise, as soon as he recovered, Fudge grabbed John's hand with excitement on his face.