Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

Brother Xun has a saying: "When you are successful, rich and powerful, you will find that you are surrounded by 'good people'."

It's not that I'm playing tricks on the original book, but there is really a Payne.

Chapter 254 Chapter 252 Quidditch World Cup

“This way of speaking and communicating is simply exhausting”

After watching Carlo and the others leave, Ron complained in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Draco's sharp voice: "Oh, Mr. Ronnie (Little Ronnie, Ron's nickname), isn't it your dream to become the Minister of Magic? What is the Minister of Magic?"

Ron's dream is to become the Minister of Magic. As his best friend, Draco knows it very well.

"You have to know that without Brother D, we didn't even have the qualifications to say hello to many people just now."

"Fudge is better than you at this point."

If the first few sentences made Ron, who was in a bad state, not respond much, then the last sentence is quite insulting.

Ron's eyes became sharper.

Not as good as Fudge?Who are you scolding?

"Even the son of the Malfoy family?"

Ron replied unconvinced.

Originally thought that Draco would be furious, but he admitted very frankly: "Of course, unless I can become the head of the Malfoy family."

Draco sees this very clearly. Regardless of their young age, that group of people are basically the youngest and best of each pure-blood family.

As long as Draco is not the head of the Malfoy family for a day, then he will always be just a child in the eyes of the other party.

Draco's frankness made Ron feel like he couldn't punch cotton.

Looking at Ron, who looked like he was dying, Draco rolled his eyes.

"Do you think this is the end? This is just the beginning. There will be at least a few more rounds in this situation. Pan Xi and the others will all go to the back."

"Damn aristocratic pie."

Ron complained 'indignantly'.

Malfoy looked at him seriously: "Student Ronnie, if you really want to be the Minister of Magic, you'd better get used to this rhythm now."

As Draco said, this was just the beginning. Not long after Carlo and the others left, batch after batch of prominent wizards kept coming to visit.

It was Pansy and the others until the end.

Eating the warm biscuits that had just been baked, Dudley observed the peddlers who occasionally Apparated from the sky and continued to sell Quidditch World Cup souvenirs to other wizards.

Hermione can also make small biscuits, but the ones she makes are very crispy and fluffy, and the teeth fall apart when touched, so Dudley is still used to eating the ones made by Daphne

Chewy enough.

It's mainly Hagrid, the largest supplier of Dudley's "teething stick". I don't know what kind of wind it is. Recently, he is busy breeding different magical creatures, and he doesn't even have time to show off his cooking skills.

So much so that Dudley didn't have to chew.

Dudley was thinking that he could also sell peripherals at the next Wizarding Card Contest. In terms of making money, peripheral products are not much worse than physical cards.

Take a sip of black tea to relieve the greasy, too sweet and greasy pastry is a major feature of European desserts.

齁 sweet 齁 sweet.

In fact, Draco's father, Lucius, also came to participate in the Quidditch World Cup, but he was not in the No. [-] camp, but at this time he was in the most inconspicuous place among the various Quidditch camps.

Discussing something with a few guys in black robes who don't look like serious wizards at first glance.

That's why people call Draco little Mr. Malfoy.

That's what father and son were usually called when old Malfoy was alive.

Not only Malfoy, but the Weasleys also came. After all, it was one of the biggest events in the world.

At this time, with the sound of deep and deep gongs coming from the depths of the forest, thousands of red and green lanterns hanging on the trees burst into light at the same time, illuminating the road to the stadium.

The Quidditch match has officially begun.

Several people left the tent and followed the crowd towards the Quidditch field.

"Special class ticket, extra large box on the top floor! Mr. Malfoy, please go all the way upstairs to the top."

The witch who checked the ticket was respectful and pointed to the position above.

On the huge blackboard in the center of the competition field, golden words were constantly flashing, and a pattern appeared from time to time.

Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover, Fengya Wizard's Clothes, etc. are advertisements

The Quidditch World Cup is different from the Wizarding Card Contest. The Quidditch competition itself is not profitable. Like the World Cup for ordinary people, it is supported by advertising and sponsorship fees.

The interior of the box door is wider and more comfortable than expected.

Vendors around are selling panoramic binoculars, a magical prop that can replay images and play back in slow motion. After all, it is a competitive sport, and it is easy to lose sight of it if you are not paying attention, even in the highest box. If you want to see the whole The game also needs some auxiliary tools.

Not everyone is Dudley, and you can see it clearly across the field.

If it was in Diagon Alley, a panoramic telescope would cost just over a Galleon, but if it was sold here in the arena, the price would be at least five or six times higher than outside, not even ten Galleons.

Ron took out the adjustment binoculars and started on his own. He had bought them on the way here.

Ron, who was poor and used to it, would not spend money on it.

"Want to meet Fudge, Romario."

Malfoy pointed to the next door and suggested, "He's right next door to us."

"No." Ron shook his head decisively and refused.

See Fudge?It's full.

While Ron and Draco were chatting, several figures appeared outside the box.

"Hey, look who I saw."

"Isn't this Mr. Dursley?"

A very exaggerated voice sounded, who is Fudge if it is not Ron and Malfoy who are talking about it?

If you don't go to see Fudge, Fudge will come to your door automatically.

"Dear Secretary Fudge, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Dudley returned the same pompous tone.

"What a coincidence, I was able to meet you here."

Fudge didn't come alone, he was followed by several Ministry of Magic officials.

"Mr. Dursley, allow me to introduce you."

Fudge pointed to the woman in pink standing next to him.

"This is Lady Dolores Umbridge, our Undersecretary."

"Nice to meet you."

Umbridge's voice was full of falsetto.

Adult women pretend to be awkward as little girls.

But she obviously doesn't think so.

"There is also this one... Mr. Barty Crouch, the director of our International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department."

Fudge was introduced to a man with short gray hair, slightly bald.

"Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports."

This is a burly man with short blond hair, blue eyes, and a flushed face all the time.

Those who didn't know thought he was a football player.

There are not many divisions in the Ministry of Magic, so these few are high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic from any angle.

After listening to Fudge's introduction to Dudley, Bagman seemed to want to say something to Dudley, but in the end he didn't do anything.

Chapter 255 Chapter 253

Fudge and the others left within a short time in the VIP box. As the host and also the self-proclaimed birthplace of magic—the Minister of the Ministry of Magic of England, he will also take the stage to preside over the opening ceremony.

Soon the game officially opened - the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup.

The Bulgarian team competed with the Irish team for the first place.

The first to appear is not the players of the two teams, but the mascots of the two teams.

The neat bright red phalanx walked across the field, and thunderous cheers erupted from the stands, especially those male wizards, many of whom wanted to rush off the field.

Because Bulgarian mascots are very different.

It was Veela. One hundred Veela slid onto the arena, making the entire arena boil with blood.

This kind of sub-race with a charming aura has endless temptations for male humans, as if they have their own pheromone sprayers, even if they don't do anything, they can easily attract males with every gesture.

This peaked when the veela began to dance.

The male wizards stared down obsessively.

For example, Ron's eyes were straightened, and his legs were uncontrollably walking towards the edge of the stand window. Even Harry was not much better.

Except for Hermione, Dudley was the only one in the box who didn't respond.

It's not that this guy is unfeminine, but that Veela in his eyes is the image of a harpies, more precisely the image of a harpies with a beak.

If there is still a reaction to this, how wonderful is Dudley's XP.

"keep a clear mind!"

Dudley waved his wand, and the chilling feeling in his head brought the others back to their senses.

"Where did you learn your Occlumency?"

Hearing the words, several people immediately turned their heads aside, and then their eyes began to lose focus.

Occlumency is also a good way to ward off charms.

'It is said that when a male wizard sees a veela, his brain will go blank and he will be wrapped in extreme joy. '

Looking calmly at the veela posing below, Dudley thought about their characteristics.

So if the wizard and Veela are together, won't they be afraid of dementors?

Or will the efficiency of using Veela as an auxiliary to practice the Patronus Charm become faster?

The song ended quickly, and the veela left the arena. Angry roars erupted from the audience. It was obvious that the male wizards did not want the veela to leave the arena.

But soon they quieted down, because the Irish team mascot debut - Irish leprechauns.

At the same time, the golden rain began to fall from the sky

Those are gold coins!

At this moment people went crazy again.

Beauty and money.

Both teams are playing tricks.

It's a pity that the beauty is fake, and so is the money.

Next, the two teams played. When Krum appeared, there was another burst of cheers on the field. Obviously, this player is very popular with everyone.

"The Snitch is behind you"

"Too slow, now under you."

"Left Rail Position, Left"

Dudley, who was sitting in the auditorium, could keep up with the Snitch flying around, but the others couldn't, and so could Krum, sorry.