The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The aisle seats are a bit of a nuisance, sometimes you just can't pretend you don't see people you know, especially... Cyrus' nose wrinkled up when the most hated people walked by.

It seemed to smell the stench of the troll, or the snot from the ogre.

It was Malfoy. He stopped when he was about to reach the top, and looked back and forth between the Grangers and Klein with his cold gray eyes.

"I didn't expect... Muggles will be allowed to watch when, tsk tsk... God, you didn't sell something just to get a second-class ticket?" He whispered His sarcasm made the Grangers feel their backs.

But Annie Klein was as reckless as ever. If there weren't many people around, he might have spit on it, and then punched Lucius' face full of 'disdain'.

"You do the one on top? Oh...don't fall to your death, it's a bit high after all," he said impatiently.

When Malfoy's gaze fell on Hermione, she met his gaze without flinching, and gave Draco Malfoy a sneering sideways glance... Cyrus saw a woman following them closely.

With fair skin and light yellow hair, he walked up the carpet carefully, always putting on a disgusted expression.

"Don't keep the ministers waiting... The Minister of the Ministry of Magic of Bulgaria and the headmaster of Beauxbaton School of Magic are also here~" She held Lucius in her left arm and supported her son in her right hand.

But Hermione also crossed her legs arrogantly, leaning against the back of the chair, leaning slightly towards Cyrus, resting her elbows on the armrest, and elegantly resting her chin with her fingers, ignoring the Malfoys.

"Cherish this time well~" Lucius' threat was not painful to them.

But fortunately, the emotions brought by Malfoy did not affect them. On the oval court, there was a huge blackboard with various golden words flashing on it. It was an advertisement for publicity.

Like All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover...that's kind of appealing to Monica.

Only about 5 minutes later, a thunderous sound came from the top box behind him, circling in the vast stadium, and the sports department announced the start of the World Cup final.

"Everyone, welcome! Then...the 442nd World Cup begins!!"

As his voice fell, thousands of flags and ribbons began to flutter. As a football fan, Klein was also infected by the atmosphere and began to wave the flags.

What wizards, or Muggles... He just watched the ball.

In the top-floor box directly opposite Cyrus, he also saw Professor McGonagall, holding a flag, covering her closed mouth and waving to several people.

"Little Cyrus, if the Irish team loses, remember to hold your father..." Mr. Granger took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, "I'm afraid he might rush up and beat someone"

In the 1994 Football World Cup, the Irish team stopped in the round of [-], while England was even worse, stopping in the qualifiers. Klein supported both of them at the same time, so...he seems to have shifted his enthusiasm.

Quidditch World Cup?Or Ireland vs Bulgaria?Of course we should support the former.

"I... forgot about it!" Cyrus rubbed his face with his hands as if waking up from a dream, and Mr. Granger's words opened his sealed memory.

His father, Annie Klein, used to be a solid British football fan... It's a pity that wizards don't have beer to sell.

But... Cyrus looked at the crowd around him, and those messy national anthems, and he found that there seemed to be no fundamental difference between most wizards and ordinary people in certain things.

It's like just a group of...a group of ordinary people who have magic but don't know how to use it better?

"Uh!! Why tarragon leaves?!" Hermione grabbed a bibi multi-flavored bean and stuffed it into Cyrus' mouth, "I ate three in a row, and none of them were normal."

Multi-flavored beans are a kind of food that can let her fully understand the taste of each thing.

All three parents were staring curiously at the mascot that was about to appear below, and no one noticed that their daughter was pinching a bean that looked like a fava bean and placed it between Cyrus' lips.

When her index finger was slowly pushed in, almost as long as a knuckle, Cyrus found such a thought in his heart:

He wants to suck it... along with the sweet and sour taste in his mouth...

"Strawberry cheese, sorry." Cyrus watched her withdraw her hand reluctantly.

Hermione fed another one in disbelief, but he still didn't taste the bad taste. The second one was slightly sweet, with a fragrance, and it was yellow as opposed to lively red... Serenity , Peaceful.

"Looks like... apricots? Mien, when have you ever seen me eat unpalatable ones?" Cyrus smiled at her triumphantly, "But it's okay, at least I don't know the taste of tarragon leaves and soap."

"Why?!!" Hermione was going crazy.

The best flavored beans she had were pina cola and coke, but most of them were really weird flavors like feathers, cat fur, chips...

But Cyrus is pretty much all she likes?What strawberries, orange pudding, marshmallows...

Unless she licked it before and knew the taste before giving it to him, otherwise, whether Cyrus took it himself or she fed it, he would always have the best taste.

Suddenly everyone in the stands cheered, and Mr. Granger let out a scream right after.

Hermione looked at the arena strangely, what could be worth so many people shouting about?And her mother was angrily grabbing the soft flesh around her husband's waist and twisting it.

Cyrus shuddered at the miserable cry.

"Looks like a Veela?" He looked at the dancing women below, there were about a hundred of them, their dancing moves became faster and faster, as if they were matching the audience's shouts.

Even Hermione was stunned for a moment, because those...veela...are so beautiful, their skin is as white as moonlight, with soft light, and their hair is windless and automatic.

But most importantly, she seemed to feel an invisible thin thing floating...

All the men lost themselves, perhaps only Mr. Granger and Cyrus who were awakened by his wife's sharp claws, and Klein who was distressed by watching the football game without beer.

(Because he was watching the football game, he was always obsessed with beer, almost always looking left and right, looking for small vendors selling snacks)

The people in the top box were no exception. Hermione looked back and found that Harry had almost climbed to the wall of the box, while Ron was maintaining his diving motion.

"They are so beautiful..." Hermione praised sincerely, but she saw that the boyfriend beside her didn't say anything about it, but frowned, picking out the multi-flavored beans in her hand .

"But beautiful things usually don't turn out so well... Strawberry Cream! Nice~"

Although Veela is also classified as 'human', it is sometimes regarded as a magical animal in human form, because one of the materials of the wand is 'veela hair'.

"Oh~ what about you? Do you think they are not good-looking?" She found that Cyrus was the one who behaved the most abnormally. He was so calm that even after a few glances, he would quickly look away.

It seemed that to Cyrus, the veela was not as attractive as the varietal beans in Hermione's hands.

"Good-looking is good-looking, but...how should I say it? In terms of beauty, it can't compare to the Arken gem." Cyrus scratched his face in embarrassment, like a layman commenting on the landscape paintings of Van Gogh and Monet.

One last sentence: It is not as good as taking pictures with a camera...

Cyrus might still have been moved if it had been the Arken Stone on display, after all, it was the one that nearly broke him with Bilbo and Thorin.

"What about me? I'm prettier, or that gem?" She looked at the dancing veela, and calmly asked questions like a little girl.

"Then there's no need to ask? Of course...Arkon gemstones...ah!!" He now knew why Mr. Granger yelled just now, "But...but Arkon gemstones are really the most beautiful Ya~"

Cyrus thought aggrievedly, if it could surpass the Arken Gem, it would probably only be the legendary Silmarillion, right?

But Hermione has never seen the legendary 'Arkon Gem' that was used by the dwarf king of Durin to symbolize the king's rule in the dwarf kingdom.

"What I want to watch is the ball..." Klein took the binoculars his son gave him, and cursed angrily, "I paid for the ticket! Change the game!"

However, compared to Veela, the gold coin summoned by the Irish leprechaun afterward made Klein happier, although after a while, he could only watch the gold coin disappear in his hand.

After the performances of the mascots of the two teams, the long-awaited game will follow.

Cyrus held the player handbook of the game, pointed to the players who came on the field in turn, and introduced to his father and Mr. Granger that Klein had a telescope for himself, while the Grangers shared one.

They looked at the alternative 'World Cup', and today they have a deeper understanding of wizard culture.