The Son of Light of the Snake House

The location of the Malfoy family camp was unexpectedly remote, and there were almost no other people's tents around.

Presumably rich people like to live in suburban villas?

After following Draco's footsteps into the Malfoy's tent, Daniel was shocked immediately.

He naively thought that a tent was just a tent, but what the hell is the interior of this two-story villa with a living room in front of him!

"What's the matter?" Draco felt that the people behind him hadn't followed, and turned to ask him in doubt.

"No...it's nothing," it was just that I suddenly found out that you are the eldest son of a rich family. "It feels unreasonable that the magic world is so closed."

Draco had long been accustomed to all kinds of strange questions he asked suddenly, shrugged and continued to walk into the tent, and Mrs. Malfoy also walked in, leaving only Mr. Malfoy with an interested look on his face.

"Why do you say that?"

Daniel thought for a while: "Although ordinary people may discriminate against wizards, after all, wizards have been burned, but according to common sense, which housewife would not want to have a self-cleaning broom of her own?"

"If you simply think about the lack of money, ordinary people can use the quantity to pile up countless capital for starting a business." He looked very casual: "Magic is such a useful thing, if it can be used to sell money , isn't it a win-win situation?"

"Ah, of course." Daniel added: "This is just my take for granted. The actual operation must be more troublesome than what I said."

Mr. Malfoy also looked at him with a smile: "Which team do you support for the Quidditch match later?"

"?" Daniel thought for a while: "Actually, I don't even know which two teams are competing - whichever Draco supports, I will support whichever one?"

...

"Which team do I support?" Draco blinked his gray eyes. "Let me see, Ireland's batsmen are great, but Bulgaria's Seeker Krum is so handsome!"

"So you're more Bulgarian?" Daniel asked him.

"If I were to say... if Bulgaria is lucky, they will win, but you know—" he said youknow, with a lazy look: "—the Snitch is not so easy to be Once caught, once Ireland accumulates an advantage of 160 points, Bulgaria will definitely lose."

"Oh." Daniel replied, leaning back on the soft cushion.

"It's okay." Draco looked very confident: "As soon as you get to that venue, you will feel your heart beating faster!"

...............

This huge stadium has a magnificent golden wall, and when everyone stands under the wall, they can only barely see a part of the surrounding area.

They could hear hundreds of people moving about, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.This kind of fanatical and excited mood, Daniel has only seen in the TV broadcast of the World Cup before.

Mr. Malfoy showed four tickets to the ticket inspector.

"First-class tickets." The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Top box! Go all the way upstairs, Mr. Malfoy, to the very top."

The stairs to the gymnasium were covered with fuchsia carpet.They climbed the stairs with the crowd until at last they reached the top of the stairs.

Above is a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, and facing the golden goal post.Here are some twenty purple and gilt chairs, arranged in two rows.

As soon as they walked into the box, they heard a surprised voice: "...these guys from Bulgaria are always trying to get the best seats... Ah, Lucius is here!"

The tall father entered with a smile and shook hands with Cornelius Fudge in the box.

"Ah, Fudge," he said, walking up to the Minister for Magic, "hello. I assume you haven't met my wife, Narcissa? And our son, Draco, this is Draco's Friend, Jerome."

"Hello, hello," said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy, "permit me to introduce you to Mr. Minister, it doesn't matter, he doesn't understand what I'm saying anyway. Let me see who else - you know Arthur Weasley?"

what.

Daniel looked over the chubby Cornelius Fudge, and over the Bulgarian wizard with his own accent, before he saw Mr. Weasley, who was staring at Mr. Malfoy, and Harry, who was visibly nervous behind him Several people.

Mr. Malfoy's icy gray eyes stared back and forth across the row of seats past Mr. Weasley.

"My God, Arthur," he said softly, "what did you sell to get this top box seat?" He seemed about to say something more, but he swallowed it.

Fudge didn't catch what he was talking about. He said, "Lucius just made a large donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds recently, Arthur. He's my guest of honor."

"Oh—that's great," said Mr. Weasley with a forced smile on his face.

Under the gaze of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Malfoy did not say anything out of the ordinary.He nodded sarcastically to Mr. Weasley and continued on to his seat.Draco just glanced at them, and pulled Daniel to sit next to Mr. Malfoy.

"You nasty guy." Ron muttered, and then quietly greeted Daniel, "I should have just pulled Daniel over to sit with us."

Hermione nodded approvingly.

After Draco took his seat, the first thing he did was to take out the sticker of the dancing clover that he had just bought - which represented support for the Irish team, not the Bulgarian team - and he carefully observed the team in front of him who didn't look back. Ron and Harry, slapping the sticker on Darnell's profile.

"..." Daniel reached out to touch it, and was about to say something when a sloppy man rushed into the box from the door.

"Are you all ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister—can we begin?"

"Get started, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

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