Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After a whole day of waiting, the night of the night, the Quiddich World Cup is about to begin.

Mr. Weasley led the way ahead, and everyone was holding the various gadgets he had bought before, and walked into the woods along the passage illuminated by the lanterns.

They can hear hundreds of people walking around, can hear shouts, laughter, and hear intermittent songs.

This fanatical excitement was contagious, and Harry couldn’t help but smile.

They walked 20 points in the woods, joking and joking, and finally came out from the other side of the woods. At this time, they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium. Harry could only see a part of the magnificent golden wall around the stadium, but he could see that it was not a problem to have ten cathedrals.

“Can accommodate the hundred thousand audience.” Mr. Weasley saw the horrified expression on Harry’s face, said with a smile, “Ministry of Magic 500 people have been busy for a whole year. Every place here has been applied Expel the muggle curse.”

He said, his feet kept coming, leading everyone to the nearest entrance. There, there have been a lot of yelling wizards.

“First class ticket.” The Ministry of Magic witch at the entrance looked at their ticket and said, “The top box! Go upstairs, Arthur, go to the top.”

The stairs leading to the gymnasium are covered with purple-red clips. They are leveld up with the crowd, and slowly the people flow into the stands on both sides.

“I am no longer with them.” Luna handed out the ticket that Father had bought for her from the witch, stumbled.

“Oh–I knew I got a ticket more.” Mr. Weasley regretted.

Lovegood’s family has always been short of money, he should have thought of it, but Luna’s father came too suddenly, and he was too late to prepare.

Although the Weasley Family is not rich, but it is better to have a job, isn’t it?

The entire group led by Mr. Weasley went up and finally reached the top of the stairs. They found themselves in a small box, at the top of the stadium, and facing the golden goalpost.

There are twenty purple and gold-plated chairs, divided into two rows, which look great.

Luna’s position is on the lower floors, but fortunately, this is a Quidditch match! For a three-dimensional sports program, there is really not much difference in watching the seats – that is, a seat that is too low may be a bit expensive to watch.

The hundred thousand wizards are being seated on the ground, with the seats surrounding the oval stadium, arranged in a stepped upward orientation.

Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself.

Looking out from Harry’s condescending position, the field looked smooth and smooth like velvet. On the two sides of the court, there are three pitching rims, fifty feet high; on their right, almost parallel to Harry’s line of sight, is a huge blackboard with golden text flashing like a The invisible giant hand writes on the blackboard flying dragons and dancing phoenixes, then wipes them off.

Harry took a closer look and realized that the flashing text was an advertisement for the audience.

At this time, Hermione was eagerly flipping through the velvet cover of the velvet cover.

“There will be a performance of the team mascot before the game.” She read aloud.

“Oh, that’s always worth seeing,” said Mr. Weasley. “You know, the national teams bring some amazing animals from their home country and do some performance here.”

In the next half hour, they were filled with people in their box. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people, and those who saw it were very big wizards.

Percy, who has graduated and went to the Ministry of Magic, hastily stood up again and again, looking like sitting on the back of a thorny porcupine.

When the Ministry of Magic Cornelius Fudge arrived, Percy was too low, and the glasses fell to the ground and shattered. He was bungee, he fixed the lens with wand and then sat in his seat.

And when Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a squint at Harry.

Harry and Fudge had known each other before, and Fudge held Harry’s hand kindly like Father, asked him to ask for help, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

Of course, if he knew that the person in front of him had sent Marx to Azkaban, he would not have been like this.

However, because it was too deep, it is still a highly confidential matter. Therefore, there are not many people who know how to work with the Ministry of Magic.

“Harry Potter, you know,” Fudge told him loudly about the Ministry of Magic in Bulgaria – the man was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robes with gold-rimmed rims, and he couldn’t understand English. “Harry Potter… Think about it, you should know who he is… that is the boy who you know who is in the hands of the dead… You must know who he is?”

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry’s forehead and immediately pointed at it with excitement. He yelled aloud in his mouth.

“I knew I would always let him know.” Fudge said tiredly to Harry. “I don’t know much about language. When I come across such things, I need Stinchcombe Crouch. Ah, I saw his house elf give him. Occupy a seat… I really want to be thoughtful, these guys in Bulgaria always want to fool the best seats… Ah, Lucius is coming!”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned their heads immediately.

Squeezing into the three seats still behind the second row of Mr. Weasley, it was the original owner of house elf Dobby: Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, Harry guessed she must be Draco’s mother.

Lucius was still gloomy’s face, but when he saw Fudge, he came over and barely squeezed a smile.

“Ah, Fudge,” he walked over to the Ministry of Magic and reached out, “Hello! I think you haven’t seen my wife Narcissa yet? And our son Decora.”

“Hello, hello,” Fudge said, laughing and screaming at Mrs. Malfoy. “Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberlandk – Mr. Obaronsk – he is the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic’s minister, it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t understand what I’m talking about anyway. Let me see who else – do you know Arthur Weasley?”

Lucius glanced at Mr. Weasley and quickly dismissed his gaze – he didn’t have the energy to go with Weasley, he is now squatting!

Soon after, after a few chats, Ludo Bagman, director of the Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Games and Sports, rushed into the box.

“Are everyone ready?” His round face shone like a huge spherical cheese. “Minister, can you start?”

“You start right now, Ludo.” Fudge smiled.

Ludo pulled out his wand and pointed to his throat and said, “Sonorus!”

Then he said something like thunder, and it rang through the packed gymnasium. His voice echoed above their heads and loudly passed to every corner of the stands.

“Ladies and gentlemen… welcome you! Welcome to the 422 Quiddich World Cup final!”

The audience immediately burst into bursts of cheers and applause.

Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by a mess of national anthem, and the scene was really lively. On the opposite side of the blackboard, the last line of “Bibi Duo Bean – every bite is an adventure!” was erased, now showing:

“Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.”

“Okay, gossip less, please let me introduce… mascot of the Bulgarian National Team!”

On the right side of the stands is a neat array of fresh red squares, and there is a loud cheering there.

“I don’t know what they brought.” Mr. Weasley said, looking out of the seat. “Ah!” He slammed his glasses and hurriedly rubbed his robes, “Veela!”

“What is fascination -“

I saw that one hundred Veela had slipped into the arena and Harry’s question was answered.

Veela is a woman – that’s the most beautiful woman Harry has ever seen! But they don’t look like real people – why are their skins like the moon with a soft, soft light, why their hair is not windy and fluttering behind their heads…

Just then, the music rang and Harry stopped thinking about whether she was a real person—in fact, he couldn’t think about anything.

Veela began to dance, and Harry’s brain became blank and only felt an extreme joy.

Everything on World is not important, as long as he can keep watching Veela, because if they stop dancing, terrifying will happen…

Just across from the box where Harry was in the box, a small silhouette in the top box at the other end of the court was also watching Veela.

She looked so quietly, her face did not have the slightest expression, but there was a sense of loneliness.

“Wynie, don’t care, it doesn’t matter to you.” A middle-aged man was softly comforted by her side.

“Nothing, father.”

The little silhouette was Wynie Blois, who was specially taken by her own father from Hogwarts to watch the game.

On the other hand, as Veela’s dance was getting faster and faster, some crazy, unformed thoughts began to swirl in Harry’s dizzy mind.

He wants to do something that is especially amazing, do it now. How about jumping into the gym from the box? It looks good… but not enough enough?

“Harry, what are you doing?” Hermione’s voice came from a distant place.

The music stopped, and Harry blinked blankly.

He stood there with a leg on the wall of the box. Next to him, Ron made a gesture that seemed to be diving from the springboard, staying there and motionless.

Hermione snorted and she reached out and pulled Harry back into her seat.

“Aiya, how are you doing this! If Marx is here, it will not be as shameful as you are!”

Aside, when Fudge heard the name “Marx,” his face flashed a hint of unnatural expression.