The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Following the group including Weasley and Loren, more and more people entered the top box where they were.

The clothes of those people looked very distinguished. Arthur and Percy kept shaking hands and greeting people. In addition, there were many familiar faces. Loren and the others quickly knew the identities of these people.

A group of officials from the British Ministry of Magic, led by Cornelius Fudge, and officials from Bulgaria...

Originally, Cornelius Fudge was quite polite to Arthur, but ever since Dumbledore started targeting him, he had lost his good looks towards the red-haired pureblood from Dumbledore's camp, and had an indifferent attitude, pretending to deal with it several times. The Bulgarian Minister of Magic did not hear Arthur's greeting.

Fudge shook Arthur's hand with a cold smile and turned to look at the Bulgarian Minister of Magic. Even though he knew that he couldn't understand a word of English, he still introduced him warmly: "Harry Potter, you know, um... ...Harry, Potter...oh, think about it, you should know who he is..."

He muttered for a long time. The Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was wearing a gorgeous gold-trimmed velvet robe, suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead. He immediately pointed at it excitedly and muttered something that no one could hear. If you understand.

"I knew I would always make him understand." Fudge rubbed his brows tiredly and complained softly, "Why doesn't Barty Crouch come over? I saw his house elf took a place for him. So thoughtful..."

The commentator, Ludo Bagman, arrived belatedly before the start and rushed into the box in a hurry.

"Is everyone ready?" Bagman asked very diligently with a warm smile, "Minister, can we start?"

Fudge said kindly: "Start as you say, Ludo."

"[loud voice]"

Ludo Bagman pulled out his wand and put it to his throat, and a thunderous voice began to reverberate and spread to every corner of the stands:

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

Cheers and applause broke out at the same time, and a wave of noisy noises poured into the top box of the Magic Stadium. Everyone was excitedly looking forward to the upcoming magical event. Even the most well-behaved Percy seemed to be somewhat relaxed, leaning leisurely on the Soft and comfortable velvet seats.

Beside the shimmering house elf, the wizard under the invisibility cloak was sitting upright, with his calves straight and his knees together. His hands were naturally hanging on his sides, staring motionlessly at the sky above the Quidditch field, staring at the constant changes. of text ads turned into scoreboards for Bulgaria and Ireland.

In Loren's eyes, a layer of crystal blue faint light covered the surface of the pupils, slowly rotating like a galaxy.

Judging from the brightness of the magic light, this is an outstanding wizard. He is more powerful than many Aurors Loren has seen, and is almost only weaker than the professors at Hogwarts. However, the magic flow is slow and often even stagnant. , there seem to be many things that prevent him from using magic freely.

But compared to the strength of his magic power, Loren noticed the dark and strange black glimmer on his body. He had seen that glimmer many times. It was the dark mark that belonged exclusively to Voldemort.

Suddenly, the wizard under the invisibility cloak seemed to notice his prying eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look at Loren.

"Sir, are you looking at Miss Bertha Jorkins?"

Twinkle asked tentatively in a trembling voice, tilting its head and covering its face with its hands.

The house elf's fingers were long and slender, with protruding joints. Loren could look through the gaps between its fingers and see the fear and uneasiness in the big dark brown eyes.

Loren took a deep look at the house elf and smiled softly: "Yes, I'm looking at Miss Jorkins. She looks absent-minded, as if she doesn't adapt here."

Twinkle breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her hands a little, and lowered her voice by half an octave: "Twinkle thinks she may also be afraid of heights, just like Twinkle... But regardless of whether she is afraid of heights or not, Twinkle will carry out her master's orders. , this is the duty of a house elf."

Hermione felt that if she continued to listen, she would really put the Declaration of Independence into the house elf's mind. She tugged at the corner of Loren's clothes: "Stop listening to it and focus on watching the court. There is a ball before the game." Performance by the team mascot.”

Loren nodded thoughtfully, withdrew his gaze and looked towards the lively arena.

Ludo Bagman has finished his opening remarks and officially kicked off the ceremony: "Okay, without further ado, please allow me to introduce the mascot of the Bulgarian national team - Veela!"

"Ah?" Arthur showed a shocked expression, but looking at Molly, who also looked in disbelief, he quickly put away his expression and calmed down.

Harry was a little confused: "What is Mei——"

His unfinished words were stuck in his throat, and he saw a hundred dreamlike and beautiful women sliding towards the arena. Each of them had silky, waist-length silver hair, and their light-colored eyes reflected the lights in the stadium. , every frown and every smile is charming and moving, like the twinkling stars containing intoxicating magic.

The close-fitting clothing with hollow cuts reveals every inch of the body, with plump and slender waists. Their skin seems to be covered with a layer of moonlight, and their hair is flying in the wind, firmly attracting the attention of hundreds of thousands of viewers.

The Veelas began to dance, their plump bodies began to sway, and the layer of psychedelic moonlight covering their bodies became even brighter.

The minds of some wizards in the audience went blank, and a sense of joy and pleasure surged continuously. Their pupils began to dilate, and some crazy and shapeless thoughts began to swirl in their minds. They seemed to feel that Nothing in the world matters anymore, as long as these charming Veela can keep dancing...

The dreamlike magic spreads out in all directions along the shimmering light emitted by the Veela. A trace of it extends to the line of sight and flows all the way into those dark and deep eyes. It is about to follow the eyes and drill deeper, trying to arouse them. The pleasure that the master longs for most.

The crystal blue light lit up slightly, and the weak magic power was crushed to pieces. Loren shook his head. It seemed that Veela also had the same unique magic power as magical animals.

Not far away, Harry and Ron leaned forward involuntarily, trying to get a better look. Fortunately, neither of them made any inappropriate moves. They were probably not bewitched by magic, but just lustful.

Noticing the cannibalistic look in the little witch next to her, Loren grinned at her: "Didn't you ask me to concentrate on watching the mascot show?"

"Does it look good?" Hermione asked in a faint tone.

"I didn't see clearly. Let me look again - it hurts... it hurts..."