I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 228 The Game Begins

Elizabeth is very easy to fool, a few words sent her to Harry's side to watch the game.After all, both of them are looking for the ball. If they communicate with each other, the experience of watching the ball will be better.

As for Louis, he just came to watch the excitement. After all, he didn't want to stay at home to coax his eldest nephew, so that would be boring.

Little Bizai... The child is at an annoying age this year, and Louis is really afraid that he will learn everything without a teacher.

Ron on the side took out his panoramic binoculars and started to adjust. When everything was ready, he picked up the binoculars and looked at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"That's awesome, this thing," Ron said emotionally. "I mean, this thing can be replayed. If I wanted to, I could even replay how Louis pulled Krysstraza's legs away." The one with the ribbon... pull it again, pull it again... tsk, Louis..."

With an envious look on his face, he wondered when he would be able to play tricks on Hermione like this.

Hermione, who is in the fourth grade, has grown up completely. It should not be said, the little girl is really good-looking, but the cerebral palsy in some places is also real cerebral palsy. Now she is not paying attention to the venue in front of her, she is concentrating on it scribbling away in her notebook, writing and drawing for her House-Elf Rescue Committee.

Harry took out the velvet-covered tasseled game brochure from her pocket, flipped through it, and found the page of the opening ceremony, and read aloud: "Oh, that's really good, there will be team members before the game." Mascot show."

"Mascot?" Louis let go of Kristaza, turned his head and asked, "Harry, think about it, if Hogwarts needs a mascot, what should it be?"

The pronoun he uses here is he, not it.

"A mascot?" Harry looked up, wondering. "A lion?"

"No, that's the mascot of Gryffindor." Louis looked at the Weasley twins again: "George, Fred, what do you think?"

"Acromantula?" The two said in unison.

Louis didn't comment, and looked at Ginny, who was practicing knuckles, "What do you think? Ginny?"

"Ah? Ah..." Ginny glanced at Harry shyly. Before she could speak, George interrupted, "Don't worry, sister, it's definitely not Harry."

Ginny stared back viciously, probably meaning that if she kept talking nonsense, she would be crushed to serve her.

"So, what the hell is it, Louis?" Ron asked impatiently.

Louis spread his hands, looked at Catherine, then at Percy, and said maliciously, "Wetherby..."

The entire box was silent for two or three seconds, as if they didn't expect Louis to say this answer, followed by wild laughter, Percy didn't know what was going on here, and kept looking here.

"Hey, Mr. our mascot." George picked up the juice goblet on the tea table: "To Wetherby—"

"To Wetherby." They toasted Percy, laughing together.

Percy looked at them with a dark face, thinking that this nickname is so hard to live with, isn't it...

"I think you should stay away from Barty Crouch, after all, he can't even remember your name." Charlie patted Percy on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

But a persuadable Percy isn't Percy.

Although this box was full, the adjacent boxes seemed to be full of big figures in the magic world, and people kept coming to say hello. Percy kept standing up and sitting down as if sitting on a hedgehog, waiting until the magic When Minister Cornelius Fudge himself arrived, Percy bowed so low that even his glasses fell to the floor and shattered with a thud.

He was so embarrassed that he quickly repaired the lens with his magic wand, and then sat sluggishly on his seat.

If the society is dead, it belongs to yes.

Cornelius Fudge greeted Dumbledore first, then Louis, and then greeted Harry like an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years. Percy's eyes were so jealous that they seemed to be untreated The little chubby girl I saw was the same as seeing the class flower who was admired by the stars.

After all, Harry and Fudge knew each other. Fudge held Harry's hand benevolently like an old father, greeted him, and introduced him to the wizards beside him.

Louis didn't know why, but always had the illusion that he wanted Harry to sing a song about the minister's kindness that would never end.

"Harry Potter! You know it!" he yelled to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic beside him - a man in a rich black velvet robe trimmed with gold, who couldn't seem to understand a word of English.

"Harry Potter! Oh, my God." Fudge slapped his head, pointing to the scar on Harry's forehead: "Oh, if you think about it, you should know who he is, the one who died from the mysterious man The boy who escaped here, you must know who he is, right?"

Although the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria didn't understand what Fudge was talking about, but he followed Fudge's finger and saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed his finger excitedly, babbling a long list of discourse.

"I knew you would understand." Fudge waved his hands tiredly, and said to Harry, "I'm not good at languages, and in this case, I need Barty Crouch...God, I'm really tired, I don't know where this guy went."

But Harry had his own ideas. He stretched out his hand very politely, and opened his mouth with a sentence in Russian—as a country in the former camp, Russian is much more common than English: "Hello, dear sir."

The Minister of Magic of Bulgaria immediately held his hand, and a string of fluent Russian came out of his mouth: "Oh, boy who survived the catastrophe, let me take a good look at you...God, I have heard about your magic for a long time. Hello, I am Obalonsk, Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, nice to meet you."

Harry shook hands primly, and he turned to look at Sirius, only to find that his godfather wasn't looking at him at all, and was happily playing rope with Snape and Emma.

He can be regarded as half a social cow, and a few words can break the sense of distance.After chatting for a few words, Fudge reminded loudly: "Ha, look who's here? Lucius..."

Sure enough, the door opened, and the Lucius family of three walked in. He first shook hands with Fudge politely, then greeted Dumbledore, and then walked up to Louis, bowing slightly.

"Your Highness."

"Hey, Uncle Lucius." Louis nodded, picked up the fruit plate on the table and handed it to Lucius: "Try it, this year's new product is good for magic power."

Lucius was not polite either, and under Fudge's horrified gaze, he conveniently put the plate of dried fruit into his pocket.

"Chrissy, go get some dried fruit for Uncle Lucius." After Louis finished speaking, Draco came over and greeted him with a smile.

"How are you and your little girlfriend, that Astoria?" Louis's sudden words made Lucius and Narcissa's ears perk up, and they looked at Draco vigilantly.

Draco waved his hands quickly, blushing anxiously, he is currently in the stage of secret love, and he hasn't solved the mystery yet. After being teased by Louis like this, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Look at you, Harry already has a girlfriend, look at you again." Louis said with a look of disgust, "You don't want you to be the only single dog in this room, do you?"

As soon as the words fell, Sirius and Snape coughed violently at the same time.

Good guy, there are three single dogs in total. If you count Chromie, there should be four.

"I'm only in the third grade, and I'm only in the fourth grade at the beginning of school, so I'm not in a hurry..." Draco defended hesitantly, but was suddenly interrupted by Narcissa.

"It's getting late in the fourth grade, don't you worry about her being snatched away?" Narcissa's eyes almost hated her son for not being able to make steel, "Your father already dared to confess to me when he was your age, how about you? You look at you……"

Draco lowered his head and said nothing, Ron and Louis looked at each other, both holding back their smiles.

Lucius had already turned his gaze to Arthur at this time. He walked over and stretched out his hand to Arthur: "Arthur, long time no see."

"Well, hello, Lucius." Arthur was still not used to shaking hands with Lucius, but since the other party was willing to show his favor, he didn't mind returning a smile.

"Being able to take time out of the busy schedule to watch the World Cup can be regarded as a relatively pleasant thing." Lucius had a reserved smile on his face, "I think you should also have a deep understanding, I want to prohibit abuse Working in the Muggle Artifacts Department is no easy job."

"Hey, who said no." Mr. Weasley laughed haha ​​and patted his belly: "Look, I've lost weight. The waistband Molly sewed for me just now looks like I'll have to reapply it in two days." Sew it in."

"But I don't think you look like you're going to lose weight." Lucius poked Mr. Weasley's stomach with his snake-headed staff, making the latter chuckle back and forth.

Aunt Molly looked at her husband in horror, wondering why the Weasley family and the Malfoy family had such a good relationship?

Fortunately, Narcissa didn't go to find her, but went to chat with Solanlian.After learning that it was Louis' mother in front of her, she immediately put on a serious face.

It's a pity that Yin Sansui doesn't want to talk to anyone now, he just wants to play with the rope in his hand.

Solanlian pulled Narcissa's sleeve in astonishment, curled up her index finger and tapped on her head, and Narcissa immediately understood.After Solanlian briefly told Narcissa about Emma's special situation in a low voice, she immediately aroused the latter's sympathy.

Women are generally stronger in empathy.

Dumbledore saw that it was not the same thing they were standing there, so he stretched out his hand to conjure up a pile of tables and chairs for everyone to sit down on.At this moment, Ludo Bagman rushed into the box and shouted: "Is everyone ready? Minister—can we begin?"

His chubby face shone like a shiny tortilla.

"Get started, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Ludo Bagman drew his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "Sonorus (loud)!"

Then, his words were like thunder, resounding throughout the packed stadium.His voice echoed above everyone's heads like rolling thunder, loudly spreading to every corner of the stands.

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

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.On the blackboard opposite them, the last line of advertisement: "Bibi's Multi-flavored Beans - Every Bite is an Adventure!" was erased and now shows: 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. "Wonder what they brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning out of his seat.

"Ah!" He took off his glasses abruptly, and hurriedly wiped them on his robe, "Vela—"

Harry was still shouting: "What is a veela?" But no one answered him, everyone's eyes were attracted by the veela in the arena, and they were all watching intently.

Louis was no exception. He adjusted his direction and looked down, only to see a hundred veela sliding towards the arena.

Veela is a woman, without a doubt, she should be regarded as the most beautiful women Louis has ever seen, but unlike the drooling Harry, Louis took a second look and then looked back.

It's not interesting, his legs are not as long as Catherine's, he is not as good-looking as Catherine's, his skin is not as good as Ye Ziyan's, and he doesn't look as well-behaved as Christasa. He hugged his arms, adjusted a more comfortable posture, and put his legs together In Christasa's arms.

"Why don't you look at the deer?" Catherine withdrew her gaze and turned to Louis.

"Nothing interesting." Louis shrugged. "It's not like I've never seen the world. Do you think I'm Harry?"

After speaking, he looked into the room, only to find that except for Emma, ​​Sirius and Snape, everyone was staring intently at the Veevas on the field.

"My God, they can't be real people—why their skin shines like the moon, and their hair blows in the wind..." Harry muttered to himself, holding the binoculars Can't stop watching.

Soon, he was speechless, the veela began to dance, his mind went blank with the veela dance, his nose was also hot, two red threads were torn from the nostrils, But he didn't feel it.

Louis saw Harry's brother pig, looked down at the veela on the field, pushed Catherine, pinched the leaf goose, and said in a low voice, "You two have a good look, learn a little, go back and dance for me... ..."

The two women looked at each other and chose to ignore Louis, but both of them were secretly competing in their hearts, they must learn the dance of the veela, and they must not let the other party take the lead.

(End of this chapter)