[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a purple carpet. Cedric led Rosalind and followed his father and the crowd up the stairs. Slowly, those people flowed into the left and right stands respectively.Rosalind looked up to see the party led by Mr. Weasley go up and finally to the top of the stairs.

The seat booked by Mr. Amos was lower than that of the Weasleys, and they also came to a small box shortly after. Rosalind saw the vast layout inside and understood—it should have been extended without trace cursed.

One hundred thousand wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats surround the oval stadium 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 either side of the arena stood three pitching rings, fifty feet high; to their right, almost at Harry's eye level, was a huge blackboard on which gold writing kept flashing, as if a An invisible giant hand scrawled and erased words on the blackboard.

Rosalind leaned against Cedric and took a closer look, only to realize that those flashing words were advertisements for the audience.

Cedric handed her a fringed velvet-covered game brochure: "There will be a performance by the team mascot before the game. Maybe you'll like it."

"Oh, that's always worth seeing!" Amos took his son's words. "The national teams have brought some exotic animals from their own countries to put on a show here."

Rosalind smiled, and then saw a man draw his wand, point it at his throat and cast a spell - and what he said was like thunder, resounding through the packed stadium.His voice echoed above their heads, resounding to every corner of the stands. :

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause.Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, the scene was really lively.The blackboard opposite them now reads: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stand was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

"I don't know what they brought." Cedric was also very curious. While looking at Rosalind next to him to prevent her from falling, he stretched out his fingers to show her the people who appeared in the arena.

Amos shouted excitedly after seeing who came, "Vela!"

"What is Mei-"

Before she could finish asking, a hundred Veela had already slid towards the arena. Veela was like a woman: their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and their hair was fluttering behind their heads why there was no wind... …At this moment, the music started and the veela began to dance. Rosalind's eyes were glued to them like most people in the venue.

"Rosa? Rosa!" Cedric shook his fiancée's arm lightly, his gray eyes were more worried: "Are you okay?"

The music stopped.

The stadium was full of angry shouts: people don't want Veela to leave.

"They're beautiful!" The girl still hadn't recovered completely, and when she met Cedric's dumbfounding gaze, her face turned slightly red: "Uh...don't you think they're pretty?"

"Fortunately, I know that we are already engaged—otherwise I'm really afraid that you will be kidnapped by a Veela." Cedric took her into his arms again: "But I suddenly feel that even if we are engaged, it is not safe. "

"Oh~" She raised her head and rubbed the boy's chin, "You'd better look at you! If I can abduct you home, I'll never—"

"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, and she was interrupted, "raise your wand in the air, please—welcome the mascot of the national team of Ireland!"

Then, with a whoosh, a huge green and gold thing flew into the stadium like a giant comet.

It circled the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each heading towards a set of goalposts.Suddenly an arching rainbow appeared across the field, connecting the two large, shining balls.The crowd burst into exclamation one after another, as if watching a fireworks display.

Then the rainbow faded away, and the great spheres of light joined and merged to form a giant, shining clover, which rose high into the air and began to hover over the stands.Something crackled and fell from above like golden raindrops—

"Wow! It's gold coins!" Rosalind stretched out her arms excitedly to catch more, and the clover hovered above their heads, continuously dropping huge gold coins, landing on their heads and seats.

Cedric squinted his eyes and observed the clover carefully, and found that it was actually composed of countless small figures in red vests and mustaches, each holding a small golden or green lamp.

"It's the Leprechaun!" said Amos to the cheers.While people cheered, they were still scrambling for gold coins, or ducking under the seats.

The giant clover vanished, and the leprechauns slowly landed opposite the veelas on the field, sitting cross-legged, ready to watch the game.

Rosalind wasn't too interested in the next match - but she sat quietly beside Cedric and watched it with him and Mr. Amos.

The father and son watched with great concentration, but Cedric's left hand kept holding her tightly.

This year's Quidditch World Cup final will be contested between Ireland and Bulgaria.Hassan Mustafa, President of the International Quidditch Federation, served as the referee for the game, and Ludo Bagman served as the commentator.

The final result of the game was that Ireland won the championship, but the Snitch was caught by Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

"Rosa." Draco appeared behind her at some point - he must have followed Lucius to watch the game.

"Be careful tonight," he said, his gray-blue eyes glanced at Cedric lightly, "follow those around you closely and don't run around."

"Well, okay." Rosalind didn't know why he said such words suddenly, but she nodded anyway.

Amos led the two children back to the box along the fuchsia-carpeted stairs, and soon, the crowd that left the stadium and returned to the camp surrounded them like a tide.

There was a rough singing in the night sky, and the leprechauns kept flying across the sky, waving the lanterns in their hands and rattling and laughing.

Rosalind walked into the small tent that Digory and his sons had set up for her and lay down to sleep—although the Quidditch match was indeed exciting, she was forced to get out of bed at two o'clock this morning to follow them came here together.

She dreamed of a distorted skull pattern - glowing green light, and she was the only one around.

"Rosa! Rosa! Get up, Rosa!" Cedric patted on the door of her tent anxiously, and was considering whether to raise the curtain and wake her up first.

"What's wrong?!" Rosalind sat up suddenly, unable to tell where she was for a moment.She turned to open the tent door, but was pulled open by Cedric: "Sorry, please forgive me for being rude, but it's too late, come out quickly, we have to get out of here!"

Rosalind was not fully awake yet, so she could only grab his coat and put it on in a hurry while responding to his words.

After coming out of the tent, Cedric took her hand and quickly walked out of the box with Amos. In the midst of confusion, Rosalind felt that something was wrong——the voice in the camp changed, and the singing stopped, replaced by It is the sound of people screaming and running in panic.

"You take Rosa first! I'm going to help Arthur maintain order! Go!" Amos hurriedly explained to the two of them and went to Arthur Weasley. Cedric nodded and took Rosalind. Run in the direction of the woods.

The colored lights that had previously illuminated the road to the stadium had now been extinguished, and some dark figures were staggering along in the woods, tension and anxiety knocking on Rosalind's nerves through unnecessary shouts and voices.

"What's going on?" She asked nervously to the people around her, with panic in her dark brown eyes.

"Someone is taking advantage of the game to disrupt order and disrupt the work of the Ministry of Magic—most likely, the Death Eaters." Cedric squeezed her wrist tightly while using his wand to cast fluorescent flashes to illuminate it.

"There are people ahead!" He lowered his voice and led Rosalind to hide behind a tree, trying his best to wrap her in his trench coat.

"Ron, where are you? Oh, we're so stupid - fluorescent lights." Hermione's voice came from behind, and it turned out that Ron had just tripped over a tree root.

Cedric and Rosalind came out from behind the tree and met the Iron Triangle face to face.

"Rosa, Cedric? Why are you here too?" Draco stood not far away with a relaxed look. He folded his arms, and it seemed that he had been looking at the people on the campsite through the gaps in the trees. Chaotic scene.

"I think you should hurry up and run, or this mud-Granger will definitely suffer." The boy's light-colored pupils flickered faintly in the night, and he finally cast his gaze on Rosalind: "Hurry up!" run away."

As soon as they finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the camp - as if someone had dropped a bomb, and a green light instantly illuminated the trees around them.

"What do you mean?" Cedric pursed his lips, and his eyes became more sinister.

"They're looking for Muggle-borns - so, Granger, you'd better get away if you don't want to be caught up in the sky showing your underpants."

"What about you? What are you going to do?" Rosalind interrupted him aloud, and her eyebrows were tightly knit together: "Where's Uncle Lucius? Go find him quickly, so there won't be any accidents."

"Obviously his father is with those masked men! Otherwise, how dare he stand here and talk to us like this?!" Ron angrily wanted to rush up and punch the arrogant little Malfoy.

Draco had a more complicated look on his face: "Come on Rosa, don't blame me for not reminding you - you can go out along the road on your left."

We are not all the way--

Just like at this moment, I can only watch you grab someone else's hand, leaving me with a hurried back.