Golden glitter

The stadium is modeled on the layout of the ancient Roman Colosseum, and the circular stands extend upwards in steps, enough to accommodate wizards from all over the world for hundreds of thousands of years.

Stepping on the purple carpet, Lucius and his family climbed up along the flow of people. Their box was on the top floor, the guest seat.The crowd continued to diverge along the way—they reached the floor, and after the crowd reduced, they could finally see their feet.At this time, it can be clearly seen that the wizards will not use their own feet to walk up step by step - I also know that the best position is on the top floor, and they are not here to exercise.The building wizards cast magic on the carpet, and they can be carried up by the carpet just by standing on it.Of course, if you want to vent your energy, you can also run on it.

Few people would make it all the way to the top without noticing this, at least Draco didn't think there were such stupid wizards, not even the dumbest Hufflepuffs.He didn't know he was wrong until watching the World Cup four years later.

At that time, the war had been over for more than a year, and the young man who was a gangster had matured a lot.Draco and Harry can be regarded as reconciled - even though Draco can only see Harry as a junior, the last war made these two hands that were once staggered finally hold together.The World Cup has not been interrupted because of the war. It is really gratifying to congratulate, gratifying to congratulate.Draco invited Harry—as a comrade-in-arms, to watch the World Cup final with the couple of his family, of course, the best position on the top floor.Seeing Harry sweating profusely climbing the stairs to the top floor, he asked in surprise, only to realize that there was an unreal wizard in front of him.That's how the trio went all the way back then. Among the Weasleys, only the pair of troublemakers found out, and they didn't say anything when they wanted to watch the show.

So when Lucius and the others entered the box, the old enemy they saw was blushing, with wet hair, and panting.But since Weasley was always like this, none of them gave it much thought.The above is what Lucius saw when he opened the door. He was a little surprised, but today he came to relax, so it's better not to let these things that emit gas spoil his mood.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the British Minister of Magic facing a foreigner, dancing and gesticulating. It was really shameful. "Long time no see, Fudge, how are things going?" Lucius greeted formulaically.

"Yeah, Mr. Malfoy, it's been a long time since I saw you. I've been fine recently." Fudge smiled worse than cabbage.

"Yeah, that's good." Lucius smirked, turned sideways, and started the routine introduction, "You must have never seen it before, this is my wife, Narcissa," pointing to the dignified and beautiful woman behind her. The lady pointed to the two boys again, "My heirs, Draco and Watergate." Turning around, "This is Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic."

Fudge took Narcissa's outstretched hand and kissed it, "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy, nice to meet you."

"Very happy." Narcissa's reply was very standard, and she answered proudly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Minister." The two boys gave a gentleman's salute together.

"Me too, nice to meet you, two little Mr. Malfoys." The gentleman's salute that Fudge returned was not a gentleman at all.

"Oh, that's right." Fudge turned around, letting out the foreigner before him, "This is Bulgaria's Minister of Magic, Obslonk or Obronx or something. Oh, don't worry too much, he doesn't understand English, he doesn’t understand anything we say.” Fudge smiled easily, as if he wasn’t the one who gestured profusely with sweat, hoping that the other party would understand what he was saying.

"Hello, Mr. Malfoy?" Bulgaria's Minister of Magic held out his hand-this is a common courtesy almost all over the world, and of course he spoke in Bulgarian.

"Hello, Lucius Malfoy, you can call me Lucius." Lucius followed the local Bulgarian etiquette, and his Bulgarian did not have a British accent.

"Oh," the Bulgarian was very excited, and he returned the greeting from a Bulgarian, "I'm Oblonsk, Bulgaria's Minister of Magic, nice to meet you, Lucius. Who are these three? "Signed Lucius to introduce him.

"My family, Ober," Lucius introduced politely, even though he had just introduced it, "my love Narcissa, and my children, Draco and Minato."

"Good evening." Narcissa gestured in Bulgarian.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Oblonsk." Bulgarian, and so would Minato and Draco.

"Oh, nice to meet you too, beautiful ladies and handsome boys. Just call me Ober."

……

Several people had a pleasant conversation in a foreign language, and people in the room who couldn't understand had different moods, especially Harry and Hermione.

Fudge has been stunned until now, "Great, Lucius. Batty is not here, we can't talk about anything, come and do me a favor, just think of helping the entire British wizarding community..." Lucius was like this He was taken away and temporarily acted as an interpreter.Although he doesn't know more than 200 languages ​​like Batty Sr., or even a language like Turkey, it is enough to deal with this level of diplomatic occasions.

Narcissa led her two sons to sit down. This was also one of the duties of Mrs. Malfoy: to preside over the family in the absence of the head of the family.While waiting, they clearly understood the conversation between Lucius and the Bulgarian.

"I personally think you know English, you can understand everything Fudge says." Lucius smirked a little slyly.

"Oh, dear Lucius, don't you think it's funny to watch him act like this? Oh, English wizards are so funny."

"It's interesting. But to give you a warning, not all British wizards are interesting. For example, the one who can't tell."

Oblonsk trembled invisibly, and quickly covered it up, "Thank you for the reminder." The two continued their friendly conversation as if nothing had happened.

When the old Batty arrived, it was the time when Mr. Malfoy, Lucius' temporary translator, left.Back to their wives and children, they waited to see the agreed upon good show.Not long after, Batty Sr. came to the Bulgarian minister and said hello, "Welcome to England, Mr. Oblonsk," in a language that everyone understood. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Crouch. England is very interesting." The foreigner's English is not unfamiliar at all.The round face with abdominal muscles turned blue as if swallowing a fly. Although it was not good-looking, it entertained the public.

The advertisements on the big screen were removed, and the performance of the mascot appeared first.Money, power, and beauty are the eternal desires of human beings. Even if they call themselves wizards and separate themselves from human beings, under the temptation of veela and the rain of gold coins from leprechauns, people still make ugly appearances.I believe that in a period of time, the interpersonal relationship between people who have stayed in the same box will not be so wonderful.

The match ended with Victor Krum catching the Snitch, giving Ireland the victory.In the next time, tens of thousands of fans will use it to express their excitement. All they have to do is to reminisce about this game. They have four full years to calm down the enthusiasm that is now ignited.

"Krum is amazing, that Ronsky fake is so perfect and beautiful." Back in the tent, Draco still couldn't calm down his excitement.He clasped his left hand in front of him as he spoke, as if he was riding a broomstick, imitating the movements of the top seeker, and said "whoosh" voice, and there was no Malfoy at all.

"But the Bulgarian team still lost." Minato couldn't stand his chatter anymore and poured cold water on him.

Draco finally stood up straight, but his frantic expression remained unchanged, "I'm a Seeker, please allow me to yearn for a first-class Seeker." Squeezing to sit next to his younger brother, he took off the water gate Shu, "It's you, are you excited and want to fly around!" Draco stared at him expectantly, which is one of the reasons why he came to watch the World Cup.Even if this trick had failed more than once before, Draco put it down to the fact that Minato was still young at the time and couldn't understand the Quidditch soul.He didn't even look at who was holding on to the toy broom before he knew how to run.

"No." Minato's answer was concise and capable without any hesitation, and he didn't give his fan brother a single bit of hope.

"Why!" Draco groaned helplessly.

Lucius and Narcissa just watched, as this farce unfolded every four years.There are not many opportunities for the mature and gentle young son to show such a dead face.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the residual heat of Quidditch gradually dissipated, unable to stop the attack of sleepiness, people fell asleep one after another, and darkness enveloped the entire camp.In this dark night, there are still people who are plotting endlessly.

A scream pierced the peaceful night. It didn't know where it started. People ran out of the tents, fleeing desperately.Screaming, crying, and the commotion of tens of thousands of people caused the entire camp to become chaotic immediately.Not many people know what happened, why run away?People just followed everyone's footsteps, left their tents, and ran to the woods.

Even though Malfoy's tent was soundproof, the vigilant Watergate and Lucius, who had experienced the war in the wizarding world, were the first to notice the commotion.After waking up the family, the four of them packed themselves up and observed the situation in the tent when they were ready.This tent has defensive and warning functions, and it is much safer than the chaotic outside.

Lucius soon made a decision. Narcissa took the two minors to follow the crowd into the woods, and he went to the source to check the situation himself, because he seemed to hear a word in the noise—Death Eaters.

Along the way, the flow of people is getting less and less, and countless empty tents are very suitable for hiding.Lucius walked over silently through the shadows.Then he saw a group of wizards, wrapped in hooded black cloaks, with icy iron masks on their faces—Death Eater attire, Lucius could tell at a glance.

They held up their wands, and floating above their heads were four figures, the Muggle family who ran the camp.As they moved forward, they lighted the tents along the way, but there was no one inside.They were laughing wildly, maniacally, and it was obvious they were "having fun."

As the former high-level and backbone of the Death Eaters, Lucius could tell at a glance that these guys were just fakes.Casting a spell was not smooth, there was no coordinating tactics at all, and the positions were so chaotic and dense... Even if Voldemort had thought of recruiting werewolves, it was because they were capable, not such useless targets.

Hiding in the shadows, Lucius pointed his wand at those people, without deliberately aiming at anyone, and threw a few silent "fainting" at them, hitting them all in an instant.The group of people hastily left the Muggles behind, and instead got closer together, afraid of being hit, they all wanted to squeeze into the middle.As soon as the blow was issued, Lucius immediately shifted his position—even if the prey was only a small mouse, he had to be careful.Lurking in the shadows, Lucius is like a lurking snake, dangerous.Gradually, some people couldn't stand the quiet atmosphere, and they tried to escape in a panic, but just as they stepped into the shadow of the tent, there was no sound in a flash of light.The enemy is in the dark, and we don't even know the number of the opponent. This group of improvised miscellaneous fish quickly disappeared.

It was the belated Aurors who came to their rescue, the ones they usually avoided, who were now so cute, and rescued their dying hearts.Lucius had no choice but to come out, the real police had already arrived, and the group of fake opponents was only this one person from beginning to end.

Nodding to Lucius as a greeting, Scrimgeour signaled his subordinates to step forward and take off their masks to confirm their identities. These guys who caused the riots were going to be sent to the Ministry of Magic for a meal.

Lucius noticed a guy whose mask had been removed, and he had some impression of this person, Mundungus Franky, a famous pickpocket and robber.It should have been shot in the first shot, otherwise this guy who couldn't catch the Aurors couldn't have been hit.This is not the key point, the key point is that he also knows that this thief is a secret member of the Order of the Phoenix, acting as Dumbledore's eyeliner in the bottom society.

Now things are complicated.It occurred to Lucius that the Order of the Phoenix was posing as Death Eaters.Dumbledore didn't expect him to be caught in the Internet Cafe, even if it was just an unimportant pawn.

The green Dark Mark suddenly rose in the sky, and the huge skeleton spit out a snake from its mouth, rising into the night sky, as if it was a new constellation.It was "reappearance of the bones," Lucius was sure almost immediately, that it was the real Dark Mark.Narcissa and the others also went in that direction.Not caring about answering the Auror's interrogation, Lucius flew over there.