[HP] Dearest Enemy

Both Harry and Alex welcomed Alfred to lunch with them, and Tom noticed Harry's unusual closeness to Alfred again.But Al was Harry's favorite student, and the whole school knew about it.

Because his parents were also here, Arafate went back after eating.As soon as his friend left, Tom felt a little bored. Fortunately, the afternoon passed quickly. When the orange-red sunset filled the sky, the wizards who had been waiting all day finally came out of their tents and began to march towards the competition venue.

Compared with the World Cup that Harry had seen in the fourth grade, this time the game was obviously much more restrained, and the air was full of caution.Vendors selling all kinds of souvenirs shuttled between the tents with trays and carts, clearly indicating their support: the red and black team is the German team, and the white and blue team is the French team.Tom noticed that almost all the peddlers touting business in the camp on the English side supported the French team.Alex bought a French flag singing the national anthem and a badge with gold irises on a blue background, and Harry bought the same thing, plus panoramic binoculars for the three of them.Tom didn't really care which side he supported, so he bought the French badge to pin on his chest with the two, and bought a game manual.

It was getting dark, and Irish leprechauns with lanterns flew over the people's heads to illuminate them.The three checked their belongings again, and followed the leprechaun's guidance to the woods.There were still a lot of people, and even the war couldn't dampen the wizards' enthusiasm for the Quidditch game.Shouts, laughter, talking, and staccato singing filled the woods, and Tom thought he was going to be caught by the frenzy.The two adults around him were visibly in high spirits, but Tom noticed they were watching their surroundings warily.

After all, it was still during the war.

After passing through the woods, a huge stadium towered in front of the three of them.Alex told the two that it is said that the Irish have built a stadium that can accommodate 2 people this time. Although it is a little smaller than in previous years, it is just enough to sit.A stern-looking witch stood at the nearest entrance, checking their tickets in turn.

"Second class ticket." She said indifferently, "The top floor."

"I hear there are only two hundred first-class tickets for this game," said Alex grimly. "They're all in the hands of the Irish."

"Second-class tickets aren't easy to get," said Harry, "especially for this game."

Alex showed his signature smile: "Leave him alone, let's find a seat quickly."

Tom found that even with second-class tickets, their location is not bad, a small private room that can accommodate about 50 people, and it is not too far from the goalposts.The three sat down in their seats, and Tom was delighted to find that the Black family was also second-class.So Alfred happily sat down with Tom.On the opposite side of the oval, two huge advertising boards flashed continually bright letters, and Tom looked at them. They were advertisements for some Irish domestic stores.The private room gradually filled up with people, mostly foreigners, all supporting the French team.Tom suddenly thought of something, took out the binoculars Harry had given him and looked across.Sure enough, the audience on the other side were all holding the red and black German flag and the German emblem of the golden shield and black eagle. It seemed that the audience consciously divided their respective camps based on the center line on the field.Tom put down the binoculars and watched twenty thousand wizards take their seats in the stadium one after another.

Half an hour later, the stadium was almost full of people. However, at this moment, the wizards supporting the German team suddenly stood up and poked their heads out to the boxes on the top floor.Harry quickly raised his binoculars to look over, then grabbed Alex's wrist who was flipping through the game manual and whispered.

"It's Grindelwald."

The gray-eyed man's pupils shrank, and he quickly grabbed the binoculars to look over.Tom had heard Harry's voice earlier, and hastily looked towards the top box over there.

Grindelwald is very young, not looking to be 40 years old, his dazzling blond hair is combed meticulously, but elegant and dignified.He was wearing an elegant black robe that had a hint of a Muggle Nazi uniform, with gold buttons and tassels on it. It wasn't gorgeous, but it was very decent.Everyone in that box was bowing to him, and many people began to shout his name frantically. His appearance made half of the wizards in the venue seething, while the other half remained silent as if they were dead.With a faint smile on the corner of Grindelwald's lips, he waved his hand casually.He didn't intentionally reveal his aura as a demon king, but he glanced over here, and just one glance gave the black-eyed boy a strong desire.

Want to be someone like Grindelwald, want to be admired by more people than him, want to be someone above him!The figure of the blond hair and black robe is firmly imprinted in the boy's mind, and Grindelwald will be his future goal: to stand at the top of the wizard.

Harry turned to look at the boy.Tom's expression was calm, but he still clearly saw the heat in the boy's eyes that hadn't faded away.

It is impossible for this child to give up the pursuit of power and strength. This is his ambition after giving up the ridiculous fairy-tale idea of ​​conquering death.He knew that Tom wanted to stand out, and he knew that his godson was never willing to be inferior to others, and Grindelwald was one of the most powerful wizards before he lost power.

Does this count as your own sorrow?

"What's the matter, Harry?" Tom asked.Just as Harry opened his mouth to say something, a loud voice overwhelmed the shouts of him and Grindelwald's followers at the other end of the field, resounding throughout the stadium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 409th Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The French fans who had been silent for a while finally burst into cheers and applause.Red, white and blue flags started waving at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic French national anthem.The German fans on the opposite side were not to be outdone, and also raised their national flags, but their movements should be neater.

The advertisements on the billboards are gone, and it has become two giant scoreboards.

"Please allow me to introduce - the mascot of the French national team!"

There was a burst of music in the air, and suddenly stars appeared in the dark night sky, shining brightly over the stadium.One, two... Those shining stars gathered from the top of the stadium to the middle of the stadium, more and more, and brighter and brighter, as if they had wings of different colors.Those winged stars are forming a pattern.

"It's a fairy," said Harry.Tom picked up the binoculars, and sure enough, those pretty little people with human faces and sticks in their hands couldn't be anything else.The fairies found their positions while singing, and finally put a gold and blue national emblem of France in the sky.The national emblem seemed to be wrapped in a mist of light and gradually expanded, finally covering the entire sky above the stadium.

The French fans applauded wildly, and the faces of the German fans turned ugly.At this time, the overriding voice sounded again.

"Please welcome the mascot of the German national team!"

A group of huge monsters suddenly and violently broke up the pattern formed by the little fairies, and rushed into the field like the wind.Many wizards exclaimed, and then discovered that it was actually a formation composed of 36 Hippogriffs of the same coat color.They circle the court in a V-shape.After being washed away, the panicked and angry little fairies retreated to the sidelines chirping, complaining dissatisfiedly about those rough and strong creatures.

But this time the German fans were louder, pointing at the fairy dodging the beast and laughing loudly, almost louder than the angry French fans.At this time, the mascots of the two countries retreated to both sides of the arena, but many fairies seemed to have lost interest in this errand, and had begun to leave in twos and threes from the edge of the arena.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen!" Although the commentator's voice has been amplified, he is almost trying to overwhelm the mutual accusations of the fans on both sides, "Please warmly welcome the players of the French and German teams! And Our referee today, International Federation President Lyle Mallett!"

Players in white and blue and black and red robes and referees in gold robes entered the field, which seemed to focus the fans on both sides of the game a little bit more.The commentator began to introduce the players one by one, and every time a name was spoken, there was a burst of cheers.Alex stuck two French flags on his face at some point, and shouted along with the fanatical fans.Harry held up the French flag, frowning thoughtfully.

The referee blew his whistle and the four balls rose into the sky.Fans' attention finally turned to the game.Wave after wave of abuse began to fade, and finally stopped.Tom moved the binoculars to Grindelwald's box and watched the man intently.

Grindelwald has been silent since the start of the game. Even when the mascot of the German team entered the field, he only clapped his hands a few times symbolically, without showing the slightest joy.He didn't seem to like Quidditch, and he only came to the game because his country was in the final.But when the French team scored the first goal, Tom saw the man above ten thousand frowned and held out a hand.A man who looked like a housekeeper immediately came to him and bent down to listen to his orders.

"Tom, you're going to miss the show."

Harry's voice suddenly rang in his ears, Tom was slightly startled, and couldn't help turning his head to look at him, but Harry had already turned his attention back to the game.Tom frowned, and turned to watch the game.

The game was brilliant, over-the-top: players from the two teams in the sky were chasing each other, while fans in the stands were hurling insults at each other and almost fighting.France's Chasers are significantly better than Germany's, whose batsmen are almost invincible.When the French team scored No.13 goals, the game began to become uncivilized.The French batsman slammed his bat at the German batsman, who blocked the attack with his stub, and then the two hit each other with their stubs in the air.

Tom heard his godfather sigh.The relationship between Germany and France has always been tense, and this war is hostile again. It is not easy for the members of the two teams to endure until now.

The referee blew his whistle, but no one seemed to pay him any attention except the hoarse commentator.The French Chasers were throwing the Quaffle into the German hoop like crazy, and the German batsmen had already managed to kill a French player and were chasing them full of Chasers Flying around; the little fairy who is the mascot of the French team has long disappeared, and those hippogriffs are impatiently pawing the turf on the field with their hooves, flapping their wings ready to move; the audience is not idle, from the beginning of the game The fans of the two countries who had been swearing at each other finally picked up their wands and moved their hands, and the stands suddenly became chaotic.

"Quiet!"

A majestic voice resounded throughout the arena. Only then did people realize that Grindelwald had stood up at some point, looking down at the crowd with a cold expression.It was only then that people remembered the dark wizard who had been dubbed the "Devil King". For a while, the entire stadium fell silent, and almost everyone held their breath.

"Continue to play." Grindelwald ordered.His voice was very soft, but everyone could hear clearly as if he was talking to himself in his ear.Tom watched him sit down gracefully, completely lost interest in the trembling announcer and the restart of the game.

If Harry hadn't told Tom when he first entered school, he might have become a follower of Grindelwald now.No, he will not become his subordinate, he will become someone better than him, the only one who can stand at the top.

Seemingly afraid of Grindelwald's coercion, the second half of the game went very peacefully.When Germany finally leveled the score, Grindelwald's butler handed his master a note.Grindelwald took a look, then got up and left the stands.

"He's gone?" Tom's eyes widened in surprise, and at that moment, the French team's Seeker grabbed the Snitch and raised his arms proudly to the sky.

After a second of silence in the auditorium, it erupted like an explosion.Grindelwald, who had already reached the end of the box, suddenly stopped and turned around.Alex was waving the flag in his hand and shouting excitedly like a child, while Harry clapped loudly, and Alfred grabbed Tom's arm and shook it excitedly, almost jumping up.

"Victory! We won!" Alex rushed to the side of the box and shouted loudly. Many people began to sing the French national anthem, and the national anthem gradually became more uniform.Tom looked over the boiling crowd to the box, Grindelwald was no longer in the stands, and the German team players and fans looked extremely angry.By this time Alex had rushed back and hugged Harry who was grinning from ear to ear.

Tom's face turned cold, but before he could react, Alex had started kissing Harry on the cheek.Tom didn't know anything for a second, he jumped up from his seat, and the prickly bastard had already made a move that made his blood flow backwards.

Alex's lips were on Harry's, kissing him as deeply as a lover.Not only Tom, but even Harry, who was asking his friend to restrain himself, and Alphard, who was led by Tom to stand up, were stunned.Tom stared blankly at the two people who were kissing, and felt a huge hole suddenly appeared somewhere in his heart, and a furry monster stretched out its claws from that hole, pinching his heart without hesitation.

It turned out that I was confused and confused because my feelings for that green-eyed idiot had completely changed at some point, which made it difficult for Tom to accept. He clenched his fists and turned his head away.

Arafat was still foolishly watching his professor kiss another professor, but the people around him rushed out in the next second.Alfat was staggered by Tom, and watched in astonishment as his friend ran out of the box like crazy, so he didn't look any more, and immediately chased him out.