The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Cyrus was looking at figurines of some of the hottest Bulgarian players, including one of those Seekers that Cedric and Ron used to mention, Viktor Krum.

This kind of workmanship is exquisite, and it can change expressions and movements vividly. The most expensive one is only about one Galleon.

Compared to Wizard Chess, it's pretty good, except for the lack of self-awareness... But it doesn't make sense for this most basic application of spells to be used only for portraits?

"No wonder George said it's not difficult to make board games..." Hermione saw that several vendors were selling models of Quidditch pitches, and the Irish and Bulgarian teams were fighting against each other.

"After they graduate, if they are too busy, they can ask other wizards to help... At least we don't have to worry about the shortage of manpower"

"Where are the parents? The competition is about to begin!"

"I don't know where my parents are either! I'll go find them!" Cyrus forgot to change the address for a while, and copied it as it was.

The surrounding environment was too noisy. When Hermione and Cyrus were talking, they almost hugged each other and talked through their ears.

When they hugged and talked, they just made the passing wizards turn sideways.

The wizard peddler on the side was accidentally squeezed by passers-by when he was using fireworks to promote. He originally pointed in the direction of the sky, but the clothes of a person with his back facing him in front of him burned.

The flustered wizard turned and ran into Hermione, a dainty girl who had just pulled out her wand.

But Cyrus just swiped lightly with his wand, and the flames from the skirt of the girl's back immediately flew into the sky, crackling and exploding into a ball of gorgeous sparks.

Those sparks wandered over the wizard's head like elves, arousing the curiosity of many people. After a while, they looked like birds again, and while they were burning, they floated in the direction of the Grangers and Klein through the tracking spell.

In addition to one-handed swords, two-handed swords, riding and poetry magic, what Gandalf is good at is fire... Ah no, it's fireworks.

Maybe he would like this kind of free market very much.

The girl lowered her head and wanted to politely come forward to thank her, but was pushed away by another group of wizards.

"One more! One more!"

They also thought that Cyrus was killing time because of the long road, and intermittent singing and cheering shouts came from the end of the crowd.

But Cyrus didn't pay attention to the beautiful girl with waist-length solid-colored hair... Or rather, no one except Hermione, who was closest to her just now?

"Another what?" The laughter seemed contagious, and Cyrus couldn't help waving his wand.

"God, we're so boring! Let's do it again!" Hundreds of people walked on the road leading to the stadium. "Damn it, why can't it be fun when it's England's turn?"

"Not as interesting as the Canadian one in 1990..."

"Okay, okay...then...how about this?" Cyrus ignited the firecrackers in the hands of several wizards, and with the force of the explosion, the flames were like a big tree, and leaves and fruit.

But Hermione didn't stop, at least... she thought the parents would see them, after all, anyone who saw such a spectacular show would notice, right?

"Dear Lord Hermione~ Please help me...the next operation is a bit difficult." Cyrus grabbed her arm, raised it high, and floated out of the fiery red ring. wisp of flame.

The already frenetic excitement has the wizards enjoying booing, especially in the latest lap.

For all to see, the multicolored fireworks turned into eagles, into badgers, into lions, into snakes, and suddenly into several broomsticks, flew over his and Hermione's heads and turned somersaults at the end.

The Quidditch World Cup is of commemorative significance to wizards, and it will also be the most relaxed and most anticipated day for wizards.

Because the venue of this World Cup is England, many local wizards clamored for some 'British characteristics'.

But Cyrus racked his brains and couldn't think of a...'pirate? '

"Hogwarts! It's Hogwarts!! You're so stupid!" George pinched his nose and lowered his head and shouted, "The most powerful magic school in the world is in England!"

The Grangers and Klein, who were still at a loss because they were separated, finally felt relieved after seeing the spark bird that kept circling in front of their eyes and then looked towards the happy place of the crowd.

So they followed the lights bit by bit, approaching Cyrus and Hermione.

"When did 'Dr. Philip's Magical Fireworks' become so powerful?"

"Are you stupid? How could it be an ordinary firework... What? A spell? How would I know!" They heard the wizards around them talking about the last surprise above their heads.

The only remaining flame was more conspicuous in the afternoon when the evening approached.

But after Cyrus and Hermione received their parents, they followed the crowd and continued to move forward, leaving only annoyed sighs behind them. Some people wanted to follow suit, but unfortunately...except for a few sparks floating in the In the air, it's gone.

After walking for about ten minutes, they emerged from the woods.

"Five second-class tickets!" A witch at the entrance, standing in the shadow of the magnificent arena, checked the tickets of several people, "Ordinary box!"

Seats are also divided into three, six, and nine classes, but the second-class tickets are not bad, enough for them;

And Harry went to the top box with the Weasleys. Although Arthur said that there were still many vacancies when he passed by, Hermione's Grangers still politely declined.

The Grangers could see that it was not easy for Arthur Weasley to get all of his family first-class tickets. They didn't want to let him know that it wasn't that he didn't know how to deal with the powerful, but...it wasn't necessary.

Instinctively, he didn't want to add anything else to Cyrus and Hermione, so it's not bad to sit happily in the second-class seat? !

"If you want to go, go, it's good for us to sit here." Klein turned his head and glanced at those purple and gold-plated chairs, "To be honest, I'm afraid that if I sit on them, my memory will be altered again."

"Dad! Hermione and I are here, no one dares!" Cyrus said helplessly.

"Who knows? I mean... just in case another wizard puts a curse on the chair..."

Not long after the Weasleys and Harry went up, another group of noble wizards went up one after another, the leader of which was Fudge, and he soon saw the two little ones sitting by the purple-red carpet.

He had a smile on his face, and while shaking hands, he kept talking to a few people on the other side.

"It's one of the most powerful students at Hogwarts that they...yes... told you..." He kept saying to one, wearing a black velvet robe with a cloak fringe Talking to the person in Phnom Penh, "This is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria--"

After they went up, Mr. Granger watched the two regain their composure immediately, and asked curiously, "Who is that person?"

"Minister of Magic... Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, but from the wizarding world"

(Happy winter solstice!!)