The Little Superman of Hogwarts

Just as Keli had arrived at the Quidditch World Cup campsite, the World Cup entered the final stage—the battle for third place. And tonight, the very night Keli arrived, the real final would be held!

A new world champion would be decided!

Keli's hearing was now so acute that it could completely cover the entire campsite. It sounded to him as if thousands of people in the entire camp were speaking different languages. As long as he listened carefully, he could record everything everyone said. Of course, this was limited to the outdoors, because inside the tents, there were soundproof magical arrays, which would render Keli's super hearing useless.

Keli couldn't help but recall the story from the original book. At the end of this Quidditch World Cup, the campsite would be attacked.

But it was clear that this was just a feint by Voldemort. In the end, no one was injured or killed, but Voldemort's skull symbol appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was because of this terrifying terrorist attack that the wizards of England, the poor fellows, were reminded of the terror of being dominated by Voldemort.

The entire wizarding population of Britain was at most a few thousand people. Even with all the intelligent magical creatures included, the total number did not exceed 20,000. And Voldemort's followers, at their peak, numbered no more than 500.

This already included some cannon fodder and some unknown minor characters… Voldemort's true core personnel were only a few dozen, such as old Malfoy, Snape, Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr., and so on.

The current background was that Voldemort had suffered heavy losses, and several of his strongholds had been uprooted by Keli. Therefore, according to common sense, Keli felt that Voldemort should not send people to attack the Quidditch World Cup again.

It would be more appropriate for him to bide his time and hide his strength. But, because Voldemort had split his soul too many times, his brain had some intelligence problems. You might think that Voldemort might still cause trouble, and might even personally take action, giving the world a powerful shock.

After Keli arrived at the campsite, he kept his ears open, listening to every sound, just to guard against this situation. From the sounds he had heard so far, Voldemort's subordinates had not come to the campsite.

Soon, the championship battle in the evening was about to begin.

However, when entering the venue, Keli suddenly realized a serious problem—he hadn't bought a ticket!

The Weasley couple were happy to take Hermione into the stadium. They had obtained a VIP ticket for a private box through internal channels.

But for Keli, Mrs. Weasley said very affectedly: "Oh, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect Christian to come here too, but our tickets can only take these few people in… You see…"

Hermione and Jinni covered their mouths, snickering behind Mrs. Weasley.

The Weasley couple, the twins, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, made a total of eight people.

Well, according to the number on the ticket, there were indeed only eight places.

But you knew that if any other classmate had come, the Weasley couple would definitely not have refused, because they had obtained this first-class ticket in violation of the rules, so they might as well bring one more person in.

Mr. Weasley really had connections!

However, since I came once, and Mr. Weasley has already said so, Keli couldn't say much. He stood up and walked directly towards the entrance.

Hermione and Ginny laughed loudly, even to the point of uncontrollable laughter.

Harry and Ron didn't understand at all…

In order not to let the Weasley couple's "conspiracy" succeed, Keli snapped his fingers, took out a box of gold coins, and threw it at the entrance, then said in a loud voice: "Who can sell me a special-class box ticket—there are 5,000 Galleons here! I will give it to you on the spot!"

"Cash on delivery!" Keli continued to shout.

How big of a number was 5,000 Galleons to ordinary wizards?

Snape, as a senior Potions professor, only earned 80 Galleons a month—and an ordinary wizard earned at most 30 Galleons a month.

They would have to work 150 months to get such a large sum of money, which was almost equivalent to paying off half of a house loan!

If you had a World Cup ticket, but at this time a rich man used half a house in Beijing or Shanghai to exchange for your ticket, would you exchange it?

Let's put it this way, even if you hesitate for a second, you are disrespecting this rich man!

So, against this background, the explosive news that someone was spending 5,000 Galleons to buy a ticket instantly ignited the crowd at the entrance. The crowd squeezed each other, looking at the gold coins, and passing the message to each other.

That was five thousand Galleons! Unfortunately, everyone looked down at their tickets, which were either ordinary tickets or complimentary tickets. There was not a single valuable ticket. The tickets purchased with 5,000 Galleons would obviously not be such garbage.

Dozens of meters away, the Weasley couple were immediately shocked… Five thousand Galleons?

Should I give you my ticket?!

The Weasley couple looked at each other, but couldn't bring themselves to lose face, so they dragged a large group of children into the venue.

Just a few minutes after Keli said these words, an owl suddenly flew to his side. Keli took a closer look and saw that the owl was holding a ticket in its claws!

"Minister's Special Seat!" Keli pouted and smiled.

Generally speaking, only pure-blood families could receive such invitations. For example, in the original book, Malfoy received such a ticket. This pure-blood family was obviously greedy for his gold coins, but was afraid of losing face. Keli kept his promise. He used a light charm on his money box and hung it on the owl's claws with a chain.

The owl quickly spread its wings and flew into the darkness.

Keli took out the ticket, wanting to show off to the Weasley couple, but found that the group had already entered the venue, so he could only helplessly walk towards the entrance.

Just next to the entrance, in front of a tent, several members of a pure-blood family opened the money box—the dazzling gold coins almost blinded their eyes.

"With these 5,000 Galleons, our Travers family can rise again!" The wizard was ugly, with a bald head revealing a Mediterranean pattern.

"Absolutely correct, dear!" The witch exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.

The Travers family assisted in the murder of the McKinnon family, members of the Order of the Phoenix, during the First Wizarding War.

In the Deathly Hallows chapter, they went to Luna's house with Selwyn, and the trio also met him on the way to Gringotts. Finally, the pure-blood family participated in the Battle of Hogwarts and eventually perished.

In the original book, they followed Voldemort not only to maintain the so-called glory of pure blood, but also to gain benefits from it.

Now with 5,000 Galleons, perhaps these people will make different choices.

Kerry floated through the ticket gate, where a male wizard was shouting loudly: "Special tickets, honored guests, please proceed to the top floor! Just keep going up the stairs over there, thank you!"

The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a magenta carpet. Kerry ascended with the crowd, and gradually, the crowd dispersed into the stands on the left and right.

Kerry walked alone all the way to the top of the stairs. Following the various chaotic signs, Kerry arrived at a small box.

The box was located at the highest point of the stadium, directly facing the golden goalposts. There were about twenty purple and gold-plated seats, arranged in two rows.

Looking down, the scene was… well, you would suddenly feel incredibly surprised…

"Hermione? Ginny?" Kerry exclaimed in surprise.

The top box was divided into two large, terraced rooms, and the box Kerry had bought was directly above the Weasley family's room.

The entire Weasley family was stunned…

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's inner thoughts: This kid must be doing it on purpose!

Kerry swore he really didn't intentionally buy such a ticket, but the timing was just so coincidental…

Kerry, with a thick face, acted as if he didn't see the Weasley couple's livid faces. He simply jumped over the railing.

Tens of thousands of wizards were gradually taking their seats, which surrounded the oval stadium in tiered rows.

Seeing this arrangement, Kerry couldn't help but think of the Roman Colosseum.

Just think, when the Chinese were still drinking blood, people were already building pyramids and colosseums.

Everything here was shrouded in a mysterious golden light, as if the light emanated from the stadium itself. From their high vantage point, the field looked as smooth as velvet.

Three Quaffle hoops, fifty feet high, stood at each end of the field; to their right, almost parallel with the highest point of the stadium, was a huge blackboard on which golden words constantly flashed, as if an invisible giant hand was writing and erasing on the blackboard.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the flashing words were advertisements for the stadium audience. These advertisements were a mess. Indeed, wanting to trust the wizards' business acumen was not as reliable as trusting their witchcraft.

While Kerry was waiting, all sorts of people came in one after another. Some of them looked familiar to Kerry because they were all officials from the Ministry of Magic. Kerry would inadvertently remember their faces when reading the newspaper.

For example, one of the officials Kerry had met was the one who presented him with the Order of Merlin.

Kerry sat very discreetly in the corner of the box, a position from which he could see Ginny and Hermione.

The three of them watched the scene of the match and chatted.

When Minister Fudge came in, everyone surrounded him to shake hands, but Kerry didn't move. Anyway, Malfoy, who had unexpectedly appeared in the same box, was looking at Kerry very strangely—his eyes only saying one thing: "What the hell are you doing here?"

Kerry simply ignored Malfoy. He really wanted to keep a low profile this time. He was just accompanying his girlfriend to watch a game.

Just then, several Ministry of Magic officials suddenly bowed their heads and said a few words to Minister Fudge.

Hearing these people's words, Minister Fudge looked up towards Kerry—Kerry had no choice but to turn his head and smile.

"Truly a talented individual! No wonder you all praise him so much!" Fudge spoke softly, but Kerry could hear him completely, loud and clear.

"He's not just good-looking, believe me, Minister! That's just one of his less prominent qualities among countless advantages!" The speaker was the official who had organized the Triwizard Tournament with Kerry a few days ago. His position in the Ministry of Magic should be a deputy director-level position in the Department of Sports.

Just then, a fat man rushed into the box.

"Is everyone ready?" he said, his round face shining like a huge ball of Swiss cheese. "Minister—can we start?"

"Start whenever you're ready, Ludo," Fudge said affably.

This man was Ludo Bagman, the master of ceremonies from the Ministry of Magic.

Ludo pulled out his wand, pointed it at his throat, and said, "Sonorus!" Then his words were like thunder, resounding throughout the packed stadium. His voice echoed above them, loudly reaching every corner of the stands.

Kerry sometimes thought this magic was really too convenient, saving tens of millions of dollars in professional audio equipment at once.

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

The audience erupted in cheers and applause. Tens of thousands of flags waved simultaneously, accompanied by chaotic national anthems, making the scene truly lively. On the blackboard opposite them, the last line of advertisement (Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans—a risk with every mouthful!) was erased, and now it displayed: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Now, without further ado, allow me to introduce… the mascots of the Bulgarian national team!" The right side of the stands was a neat square of bright red, which erupted in loud cheers.

As he said this, Kerry saw a large group of beautiful dancers rushing in from an exit below—according to the books, there were a full 100 Veela!

If translated colloquially in Chinese, that would be 100 fox spirits!

And they all had to be of the Nine-Tailed Fox level.

Kerry focused intently on watching these beautiful girls dance. They were like elves, exuding infinite charm.

Why was their skin as radiant as the moon, why was their hair fluttering behind them even without wind… Just then, the music started.

The Veela began to dance formally. The minds of all the men present went blank, feeling only an extreme joy.

Everything in the world was unimportant, as long as they could keep watching the Veela, because if they, listening to this dance, then it was simply like the moon had lost its light.

Unfortunately—just then, Hermione's voice suddenly rang out: "What are you looking at!"

Cough, cough… What to do when you're caught red-handed by your girlfriend for peeking at beautiful women?

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