Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

After setting up the tent that Lupin had lent them, picking up firewood and boiling water, and having a quick breakfast, the group of little wizards left together.

As they walked out of their campsite, all the colors suddenly changed. The sky was already bright and the morning mist had dissipated a lot. They could see that all the tents were covered with a thick layer of clover, like strange green hills.

"Ron, Neville - you're all here!" a voice rang out. Turning around, they saw Seamus waving at them. He was standing at the entrance of the tent. Along with his figure, another head popped out of the tent. It was Dean Thomas. Apparently they had also made an appointment to watch the game together.

"Harry, I didn't expect you to be here. I thought you weren't interested in these."

"What's that?" Harry smiled and greeted Seamus' parents.

"Nice decorations, right? The Ministry didn't want us to do this at first, they said it was too eye-catching. But then they found that almost everyone was doing it, so they thought they couldn't do anything about it." Seamus introduced, "Do you want to hang it on your tent? You must be supporting the Irish team, right?"

"Of course." Ron nodded.

After saying goodbye to Seamus, they saw many familiar faces again, such as Wood. They didn't say a word before Wood began to vent his resentment. Because of Harry, Wood didn't get a second Quidditch Cup until he graduated - the first one was won the year Harry withdrew from the competition, which was not legitimate, and he had been trying hard to get the second one.

They also met Qiu Zhang, and beside him, Cedric was talking to her and walking together.

And everyone from the Slytherin team, McCherry came over, chatted with Harry for a few words and then left.

Soon, he found Luna and invited her. Luna happily accepted Harry's invitation.

On the way back, Harry saw a group of teenagers he had never seen before. They were wearing the same black fur cloaks, with rough faces, and all of them looked like they had been through a lot.

"Which school are they from?" Neville asked curiously.

"That should be Durmstrang," said Harry.

Suddenly, a person turned around and looked over here, and then a group of people came over together.

Ron immediately became alert.

Harry pushed up his glasses and saw who it was, and was a little surprised.

"Oh, old acquaintance."

"Potter, long time no see." The man walked over and extended his hand first.

At this time, the others also saw who the person was.

"Marcus Flint, long time no see." Harry shook his hand.

"Surprising." Marcus breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you would ignore me. Anyway - it's nice to see you here."

"You look quite changed," said Harry.

"That's all in the past." Marcus waved his hand: "But this time, we still have to stand on opposite sides."

As he spoke, he laughed under the vigilant gazes of others: "Because we are here to cheer for Viktor Krum, and you must be cheering for the Irish team, right?"

Ron was a little surprised: "Viktor Krum?"

"Yeah, we're classmates." Marcus nodded.

"Classmate?" Ron's voice became even weirder.

"Yes, he is still studying. You didn't expect that." Marcus smiled and shook his head.

"It was only after I met him that I realized there are geniuses everywhere in the world. I saw with my own eyes how he joined the national team while studying - while I was still fussing over minor fights at school, he had already become a hot star."

A student from Durmstrang whispered something to Marcus. Marcus nodded and said goodbye to them.

"Anyway, we'll see each other again in a while, Potter, and you too." Marcus nodded to several people, then turned and left with them.

"He seems to be doing well." Ron said, "Just now, I thought he was going to come and cause trouble for you."

"Maybe." Harry nodded.

Hermione was confused: "What did he mean by see you later?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head. He knew about the Triwizard Tournament - after all, Moon never cared about these so-called 'secrets' that needed to be kept. It would be strange if Harry didn't know.

However, Harry honestly fulfilled his confidentiality responsibility, and in his opinion it was not a big deal.

When they returned to the camp, Harry saw a familiar person, Ludo Bagman, the head of the Sports Administration Department. On the day Fudge died, he saw this man, Mr. Scrimgeour and Miss Skeeter come to Moonlight Castle together.

"Want to play a little, Potter?" he said.

"No thanks." Harry shook his head.

"What a pity." He shook his head and left.

"You guys gambled too?" Hermione looked at Fred and George. Obviously she thought gambling was not a good habit.

"We don't gamble, Hermione, you know, we open the market, and we know how unreliable gambling is," said Fred.

"So what were you talking about?" Hermione asked.

"We are not just gambling." George raised his lips. "We bet on Ireland to win, but Viktor Krum to catch the Snitch. Do you know how exaggerated the odds are? If we win, you can never imagine how impressive our capital chain will be - this is called investment, miss."

"What if we lose?"

"At worst, we can start over again. You don't think that our basic funds were obtained by begging." George waved his hand indifferently.

Around noon, vendors came to the camp one after another. Compared with the previous expositions, this one was obviously more grand. After all, Quidditch was a national entertainment and everyone's eyes were fixed on it.

The competition began in the afternoon.

Not long after arriving at the top-floor box, the group saw a familiar figure.

The Malfoy family arrived. Draco limped in, hopping from leg to leg, an injury he sustained while practicing magic two days ago.

Ever since the last conversation between Draco and Lucius at the dinner table, the relationship between the father and son has been a little awkward. To be more precise, it was Draco who was awkward - Lucius's memories had been erased.

The moment he saw Harry, Lucius began to look for a certain figure, but luckily, he did not find that person. To be honest, although Lucius did not know that he had lost two memories, he was very clear that something around him was starting to go wrong, and he vaguely felt that this matter had a lot to do with Muen.

Afterwards, Lucius and Weasley had some verbal spats with each other, and then turned around and started chatting with other Ministry of Magic officials in the private room with Narcissa.

As for Draco, he glanced at Harry and didn't say hello to anyone, as if he didn't know anyone. He just sat quietly behind Harry. To be honest, he wanted to put his feet in front.

"Go get me a cup of coffee and some pastries," Draco said.

"Yes, sir." A shrill voice appeared. Harry looked back and saw a house-elf wearing rags walking out.

Turning his head, he focused his attention on the audience. This was the first time he saw so many wizards. A stadium with 100,000 people was simply exaggerated.

Sudden--

"You actually have a house-elf?" Hermione's voice suddenly rang out.

Lucius also glanced over here.

Draco didn't even raise his head, and said with disdain: "If your family also has a huge manor, you will have it too."

"Oh, then you who owns the entire estate, have you ever paid him even a penny?"

"Him? Salary?" Draco raised the corner of his mouth, took the coffee on the tray brought by Dobby, and waved him away.

“Allowing it to serve me is the most precious grace in the world.”

Hermione's lips were pressed into a straight line and her eyelids were fluttering.

During the dueling competition, she had never experienced Draco's ability to talk nonsense, but all she could say was that what was coming would come sooner or later.

Now, she knew how disgusting Draco's mouth was.

Lucius walked over, looking at Hermione with undisguised contempt and arrogance, while Draco, who was standing next to her, pulled his neck at the right time and put on a normal face.

"Okay, Draco, you can't expect these people to understand this." Lucius said with a sneering tone.

Draco's face regained its arrogance and he nodded in agreement.

The game started quickly, and the Bulgarian team's mascot was the first to appear on the stage, directly lighting up the entire venue.

Yes, explode.

Veela - and a group of them!

Almost everyone raised their binoculars and looked closely at the Veela below. Each of them was extremely beautiful and exuded charm unrestrainedly.

Hermione looked at the boys around her with some disappointment, and then noticed Harry, who was sitting quietly in his seat next to her without any distraction.

Harry didn't even raise his telescope.

"You look much more sober," Hermione said in surprise.

"It's okay." Harry wiped his hand across his glasses, and the magnifying rune on the lens disappeared.

"?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, then asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with your glasses?"

"Nothing." Harry spread his hands. "Nothing."

"Really?" Hermione was a little unconvinced.

Harry gave a sincere smile.

Yes, he was not affected by the Veela, and his practice of Occlumency had never stopped. But who would refuse to pay a little more attention to a good-looking being?

Ireland's mascot is a group of Irish leprechauns, who fly in the sky and then form a huge shamrock.

This pales in comparison to the Veela.

The players of each team entered the field, and in the blink of an eye - in the "blink of an eye" when Draco was still immersed in the Veela, the game began directly.

Compared to those super-long matches recorded as lasting several days, this World Cup final was obviously much more concise and efficient.

The Irish team showed unmatched suppression power and they suppressed the Bulgarian team in terms of goal scoring.

Krum was a really good flyer. Harry felt that if he didn't coordinate with Meteor, he might not be able to fly over him. This man's eyes were extremely sharp, like an eagle's.

Unfortunately, he is only a seeker and cannot create points for the team.

This also made him extremely anxious. He flew around the stadium. As long as he could catch the thief before the score gap widened, there would still be a chance.

Unfortunately, the teammates were not strong enough. After just three or two hours, the scores of the two teams became 10 to 170.

Not long after, he caught the thief.

160 to 170.

Ireland won.

"What is he doing?" Draco shouted after Harry.

"Shouldn't we pretend not to see it and not give the opponent the chance to catch the Snitch, so that our team has a chance to reduce the score to within 150 points?" Ron also muttered.

"The Bulgarian team only got ten points. Krum has no other choice. Now he should catch the Snitch and make the score relatively balanced. By the way, he can increase his own value. This is the best result." Harry explained.

It was at this moment that there was a sudden bang, like a volcanic eruption - the entire venue exploded with cheers.