[HP] Dali's Bread

Dali was sure she and Luna had just laid down when her dad knocked on the door.

"Children, it's time to go! The World Cup is coming!" Luna's father, Xenophilius, knocked on the door vigorously. He was a bit cross-eyed, with cotton candy-like white hair on his shoulders, and the tassels on his hat hung down to his nose. In front, around the neck hangs a gold chain from which flashes a quirky symbol much like a triangular eye.

She and Luna didn't sleep much, and the eyelids seemed to be hanging on the eyeballs. For the first time, the moving snake head model that Luna's father brought back that day did not startle her when she opened her mouth again while serving breakfast in the living room.

It was dark outside, the air was cold, and the moon was still high in the sky.Only the horizon to their right showed a faint slate-green tinge, showing that dawn was approaching.She hung her head on Luna's shoulders, barely following them consciously, like a walking corpse.

There was silence all around, only the sound of each other's footsteps could be heard.When they reached the foot of Ferret Mountain, the sky gradually brightened, and the original darkness gradually turned into dark blue.It's summer vacation, but she feels that her hands and feet are freezing, maybe wearing a short skirt today is not a good choice.

From time to time she tripped over a hidden rabbit hole, or slipped on black, sticky blades of grass, and couldn't even speak.Every time Dali took a breath, she felt a stabbing pain in her chest, and her legs gradually couldn't move. At this moment, she finally found that her feet were on the flat ground, and she hugged Luna directly from behind. , imagining that she is a koala.

She felt that she hadn't been dizzy for a few more minutes, when she heard a middle-aged man's excited voice: "That's right, we arrived on time - there are still ten minutes left!"

It turned out to be Mr. Weasley, and Wuyang Wuyang and a group of people also climbed to the top of the mountain.

"Harry!" the koala found her second eucalyptus.

"What kind of thing is a Portkey? Mr. Weasley." Harry let Dali hold him, and pushed his glasses down.

"Ah, there are all kinds of things." Mr. Weasley took off his glasses, wiped them with his jersey, and said breathlessly: "Of course, they are all inconspicuous things, so that Muggles won't Pick them up and play with them...they'll think it's someone else's throwaway - oh, Lovegood, you're at the World Cup, too." He nodded at the Lunas again.

Hermione was the last to climb to the top of the mountain, and she was almost forced to accept a bear hug from Ron as soon as she came up. She dodged it and continued, "Why are you crazy?"

"You know, I'm really jealous of Harry sometimes, come on, hug one, out of humanitarian concern." Ron seemed to be heartbroken, and Hermione, who didn't know the truth, was pointed at the sleeping girl hanging on Harry by Ginny, Rolled his eyes.

"Don't pay attention to my brother, crazy!"

"How to talk! You can't take your anger out on me!"

"Okay, now we just need to find the Portkey." Hermione brought the topic back on track, her hand tightly clutching the skirt, "Let's split up."

Everyone spread out and searched separately.However, they had just searched for two or three minutes when a cry pierced the quiet night sky.

"Here, Arthur! Come here, son! I've found it!"

Dali, who continued to hang back on the Luna tree, was suddenly sobered up.

On the other side of the summit, the starry night sky set off two tall figures.

"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling and striding up to the man who had called him.Luna's father motioned for them to follow.

She saw Mr. Weasley shaking hands with a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard who held what looked like an old musty boot in his other hand.

"Let me introduce you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley turned to everyone, and said: "He works for the Department of Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts. This is his son Cedric, I think you all Do you know me?"

"Hi, hello," said Cedric, turning his head to look at everyone, "and Dali and Luna, it turns out that we all use the same portkey to go, what a coincidence."

"I didn't expect you to live in St. Catchpole Village." Luna was a little surprised, but for them, not many people were willing to interact with them. Knowing that the Weasleys were mainly because their house was too noisy, they wanted to I don't even know the location of his home.

"We just live around here, and we get up after two o'clock." But Cedric was still full of energy.

Daly followed everyone back with a "hi" (except the twins, who didn't say anything, just nodded. Last year, Cedric beat their Gryffindor team in their first Quidditch match, and they still haven't completely forgive him).

What followed was a meaningless exchange of pleasantries. Cedric seemed to want to chat with Dali, but he couldn't help it. He was once again praised by his father as a model young man, why did you beat Harry Potter? Kind of like that, making him laugh awkwardly there.

"Celebrities aren't too good, are they?" Luna said quietly.

"Indeed, but I only care about when the unnecessary cold wind will stop blowing. I'm wearing a short skirt!" Dali rubbed her kneecaps with both hands, "I want to go back to sleep!"

After a few more minutes of horrific bragging to each other about his son and Harry, the time was finally over, and after a group of them managed to wrap around the old boot and make sure everyone ran into each other, Mr. Weasley started counting down with his pocket watch.

Dali wondered if there were Muggles passing by at this time, would they think they were a bunch of lunatics? Sometimes Muggles are right to think that wizards talk like gods... She glanced at Harry secretly, and from his Judging from his expression, he probably thought so too.

"Three..." Mr. Weasley muttered, his eyes on his pocket watch, "two...one..."

Sooner or later, Dali felt as if a hook behind her navel jerked forward with irresistible momentum, and she lifted her feet off the ground and flew up.She could feel Luna and Cedric on either side of her, their shoulders bumping against each other, speeding forward like the wind, unable to see clearly.Her forefinger stuck tightly to the boot, as if the boot had a magnetic force, pulling her over. In the next second, her feet fell to the ground, and her legs gave way. Fortunately, Cedric pulled her away. Get one, or they'll all fall to the ground like the other kids.

"Oh, Seid, you really deserve to be the number one hunk of Hufflepuff, the future star who defeated the great Harry Potter!" Dali joked.

"Okay, okay, I was so embarrassed by my dad just now." Cedric's hair was a little disheveled by the wind, but the more it was like this, the more it could reflect his charming temperament, Dali rubbed secretly She really thought that she would also find a super handsome guy to fall in love with in the future.

They were temporarily separated from the others because they had to hurry to get a good seat.After walking for about 10 minutes, Dali finally saw the campsite.Strange tents are crowded together, some are as tall as small buildings, some are like gardens, and some are even like pyramids - and their... are a bit ordinary, except for a glowing moon at the top , when the wind blows, it will spin like a windmill.The inside of the tent is no different from Luna's home, except that there are more animal models hanging on the ceiling, many of which she has never heard of.Fortunately, she can finally sleep back into the cage.

When the evening came, the outside of the tent was completely different.Earlier, some people advocated not to use magic as much as possible. After all, the Muggle shielding spell at a gathering of so many people cannot be guaranteed to be foolproof.Now that nobody cares, and the last vestiges of camouflage fading away, the Ministry of Magic seems to be succumbing to the inevitable, and they may be sending their men to strengthen the blocking spells.

Evidence of the obvious use of magic popped up here and there: every few steps, apparated peddlers descended from the sky, carrying trays of signatures and pushing carts full of oddities and oddities.There were glowing rosettes—green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria—that screeched the names of the players, green tall hats decorated with shamrocks dancing in the wind, and Bulgarian sash, The lion on it can really roar, there are the national flags of the two countries, and they can play their respective national anthems when they are waved, and there are small models of fire that can really fly, and there are statues of famous team members for collection. Walking around on the palm of your hand, a smug look.

In fact, Dali was not interested in these things, but because of her shopping desire, she still bought some Irish team products.And she also has a panoramic telescope in her hand, which can replay the picture, play it in slow motion, and set it to quickly flash the analysis of the game situation.

Her pockets were empty, and all she could think of was writing a letter asking Vernon to give her more money.

Somewhere in the distance of the woods came the sound of a low-pitched gong, and immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the way to the stadium.

As they walked through the woods, she discovered a magnificent stadium, which she bet could hold 10 people.And just this morning, she couldn't see it, the gym was like a mirage conjured out of thin air.

"Fourth-class tickets in Zone F." The female wizard of the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Go straight and turn left to the second staircase to the third floor."

"Oh, isn't this Dali?" She didn't know who was calling her, she just squeezed into the entrance hall, turned around, unexpectedly it was Newt Scamander, who brought his wife Tina came with her grandson.

"Mr. Scamander! Hello! Where are you looking?"

"At the top, how about you?"

"We'll be on the third floor." Dali felt a little regretful when he saw Newt's expression, and said, "If there is any extra space, I hope you will come and see it with us."

"Actually I don't feel bad, I'm with my friends." She pointed to Luna and her dad.

"I'll trade with her!" Rove interrupted the topic abruptly, his face flickering under the lights of the two teams, "I'd like to trade seats with Miss Dursley! I, I'm not very comfortable with They communicate..."

They were referring to the big shots in the private room on the top floor. Newt was not good at communicating with them when he was young, and he preferred this grandson because he was just like him when he was young, so he didn't do much to keep him, and waved to Dali , motioning her to follow.

"But, my friend..." Dali hesitated to refuse, but was pushed by Luna, saying: "The top box of the World Cup, free ticket exchange! Hurry up! Don't miss it!"

Why does it feel like Luna is driving her away.

They climbed up the stairs together with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people entered the stands on the left and right sides.Until she followed the Scamanders to a small box at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goal post.Here are some twenty purple and gilt chairs, arranged in two rows.

One hundred thousand wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats surround the oval gymnasium and are arranged upwards in a ladder shape.Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself.From their commanding vantage point, the playing field looked smooth as velvet.On each side of the field were three shooting hoops, fifty feet high.To their right, almost at eye level with Dali, is a huge blackboard, on which golden words keep flashing, as if an invisible giant hand was writing on the blackboard and then erasing them. go.Dali took a closer look, only to realize that those flashing words were advertisements for the audience.

"Dali, why are you here?" Harry was sitting in the first row, and he waved to her.

"Mr. Scamander generously gave me a ticket." Daly greeted Harry with a smile, and by the way greeted the Gryffindor squad that was almost filling up the first row.

"Scamander?! Is that Scamander?!" Hermione couldn't control herself again. If Ron hadn't stopped her, she might have rushed to ask Newt to sign her. Come down to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them!"

"Well Hermione, it's not study time," said Ron.

She glared back at Ron as she continued to look down eagerly at her velvet-bound, tasseled match notes.

Darley decided to sit behind Harry, which also allowed Hermione to get up close and personal with Newt, signing her match notes as well.

"It's over, she has a pillow to sleep tonight." Ron turned his head and complained to Harry, and Harry nodded in agreement.

Dali also couldn't help feeling that there are really people who love learning so much in the world, and she almost returned the knowledge of the third grade to the teacher.

In the next half hour, the box they were in gradually filled with people.Newt kept shaking hands with people, and those people looked like great wizards.

"I still hate such occasions." He was a little tired, and his wife Tina was wiping his sweat, "Oh, let's start the World Cup soon, this is almost as boring as the office of the Ministry of Magic." The old New Te still didn't like this dull atmosphere.

"Ah...Lucius is here!" The Minister of Magic enthusiastically shook hands with this person who was extremely at odds with Dali, and she could feel that Harry was also very uncomfortable with their presence.

The family squeezed into the remaining three seats next to Dali, followed by Draco, Narcissa and Lucius.This is such a strange picture.The first row is the Weasleys and the golden trio.The second row was next to their hated enemy, as well as the Scamanders, Dali, and the Minister of Magic sitting next to Lucius.

Dali felt that the highlight moment of her life might be now.

"Look who this is, Miss Dursley. Good to see you again." Lucius' mouth curled downward, as if he'd seen something that disgusted him, but the Minister for Magic was right next to him. Beside, he didn't say anything more.

On the contrary, Draco who was next to her asked her sullenly: "Aren't you cold?" His mother gave him a sideways look, but said nothing, showing a helpless sense of resignation to something, which It made her frown all the time, discussing the team's mascot with Lucius one after another.

"A little bit." Daly replied briefly, and then looked at Draco's outfit today. He was wearing a velvet robe with a dark pattern and a gold trim, which made his chin even sharper, and there was a silver on his chest. Snake brooch.He wore a delicate ring engraved with their family crest on one hand. She didn't know what material it was made of, but it looked like Galleon clanging.His bracelet was hidden by his robes, revealing only a little silver reflection.I have to admit that there is an indescribable nobleness in his gestures.Of course, it must be admitted that he and Dali seem to be in different seasons.

But it should be summer now, why is it so cold today!

Next to her, Newt gave Draco an odd look, and asked in a low voice, "Are you familiar with the Malfoy boys?"

"I think it's average. He's only familiar with their group of pure-blooded families." Dali replied after thinking for a moment.

Not yet familiar?Draco gave her a blank look.

"Okay, little girl, if you agree we'll have to do a test like last year." He took out his wand and started spinning, but was interrupted by Fudge's "loud voice" spell, announcing the official start of the World Cup finals.

Draco slowly covered his ears with his hands, admiring the mascot of the Bulgarian team calmly.

"what are you doing?"

"Vela." In the noisy environment, Dali tried to get closer to him so that she could barely hear him. He raised his chin to show her that there were at least a hundred beautiful Veela dancing in the sky in the venue. Ron and Harry in the platoon almost wanted to jump down and dance with them, "You can't expect me to be a fool like people like them."

Dali turned several tunes "Oh", she gave a smirk, and quickly pulled Draco's arm down, "What are you doing—" Then he couldn't control himself, his hands Put it down slowly, with an innocent and brilliant smirk on his face, if he could use magic, Dali said that he would add a few rising pink bubbles to him without hesitation.

"I have to say, the World Cup is worth it."

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