Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Ron said loudly with excitement. He was the only one among the six people who was interested in Quidditch, or the only one among the six disciplinary group members who could be called a Quidditch fan.

He pointed with shining eyes not far away - a group of tents connected together with photos of the same person.

It is said that it is a gathering place for wizards from Bulgaria.

The photos were of the Bulgarian Quidditch star player, Viktor Krum.

A strong man with a buzz cut.

Dudley looked at the white, green and red flag with a strange expression on his face. He didn't care about Viktor or anything like that. If Dudley had to say what impressed him most about Bulgaria, it would be the demon king who kept saying "hot girls, fuck" in a very sexy way.

I don’t know if it’s because Dudley is face-blind, but he feels like this Viktor is somewhat similar to the demon king.

I just hope he doesn't do an impromptu dance after the game.

Dudley and his friends used a tent provided by the Malfoy family. Although not as extravagant as the ones they had seen before, it was still very flashy. The exquisite wooden door frame and silky smooth tent fabric looked very valuable.

Not to mention the inside, if I have to describe it in one word it would be - luxurious.

"Mr. Dursley, you are here at last."

Just as Harry and his friends had set up the tent, a voice full of joy and respect was heard beside them.

Turning around, he saw that it was Carlo who came with a group of wizards of the same age as him.

In fact, Carlo had already invited Dudley before Draco invited him, but he did not explicitly accept at that time. So after accepting Draco's invitation, he naturally had to inform him.

The wizards following Carlo all showed their goodwill to Dudley with a very enthusiastic attitude. In addition to the 'seniors' who were 'arranged' by Dudley, there were also some who he didn't know.

Dudley responded with a smile, and at the same time pulled Hermione, Harry, Ron, Neville and the others to introduce them to everyone one by one.

The entire communication atmosphere was very friendly and harmonious.

What did Xun Ge'er say? "When you are successful, rich and powerful, you will find that there are only 'good people' around you."

I'm not kidding, there really is a Payne in the original novel.

Chapter 254 Quidditch World Cup

“This way of talking and communicating is so tiring.”

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. Little Ronnie (Little Ronnie is Ron's nickname), isn't your dream to become the Minister of Magic? If you can't even stick to these social interactions, what's the point of being the Minister of Magic?"

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

"You know, if Brother D wasn't here, we wouldn't even be qualified to greet many of the people just now."

"Fudge is better than you in this respect."

If the first few sentences did not cause much reaction from Ron, who was in a bad state, then the last sentence was quite insulting.

Ron's eyes became increasingly sharp.

Not as good as Fudge? Who are you scolding?

"Even the son of the Malfoy family?"

Ron retorted unconvinced.

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

Draco saw this point very clearly. Although that group of people were young, they were basically the youngest and most outstanding among the pure-blood families. They were either the heads of the families or about to become the heads of the families.

As long as Draco doesn't become the head of the Malfoy family, he will always be just a child in the eyes of the other party.

Draco's honesty made Ron feel like he was punching cotton and couldn't do anything.

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 several more cases like this. Pansy and the others will have to wait in line behind them."

"Damn aristocratic behavior."

Ron complained indignantly.

Malfoy looked at him seriously: "Little Ronnie, if you really want to become the Minister of Magic, you'd better adapt to this rhythm now."

Just as Draco said, this was just the beginning. Not long after Carlo and the others left, groups of prominent wizards came to visit.

It wasn't until the end that Pansy and the others came.

While eating the hot cookies that had just been baked, Dudley observed the vendors who used Apparition to suddenly drop from the sky from time to time and kept selling Quidditch World Cup souvenirs to other wizards.

Hermione also makes cookies, but hers are very crispy and fluffy and fall apart when touched by teeth, so Dudley is used to eating the ones made by Daphne.

Chewy enough.

The main reason is that Hagrid, the biggest supplier of Dudley's "teeth sticks", has been so busy breeding various magical creatures that he doesn't even have time to show off his cooking skills.

So much so that Dudley had nothing to chew.

Dudley was thinking about selling peripheral products during the next wizard card tournament. In terms of making money, peripheral products are not much worse than physical cards.

I took a sip of black tea to relieve the greasiness. Overly sweet pastries are 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 Camp No. 1. At this time, he was in the most inconspicuous place among the Quidditch camps.

He was discussing something with a few guys in black robes who didn't look like real wizards at first glance.

This is why others call Draco Mr. Malfoy.

This was how father and son were usually addressed when old Malfoy was still alive.

Not only Malfoy, but the Weasley family came as well. After all, it was one of the biggest events in the world.

At this time, accompanied by the low and deep sound of gongs coming from the depths of the forest, thousands of red, green and yellow lanterns hanging on the trees bloomed at the same time, illuminating the road leading to the stadium.

The Quidditch match officially began.

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

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

The witch checking the tickets pointed to the seat above with a respectful attitude.

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

Things like Mrs. Skoll's Magic Stain Remover and Fengya's Wizard Costumes are all ads.

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

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

The vendors around were selling panoramic telescopes, a magical prop that could replay images and play them back in slow motion. After all, it was a competitive sport and it was easy to lose sight if one was not careful. Even in the highest box, some auxiliary tools were needed to see the entire game clearly.

Not everyone is Dudley, and he can see that clearly from across the entire arena.

If it were in Diagon Alley, a panoramic telescope would only cost a little over one Galleon, but it was sold here in the stadium, and the price was at least five or six times higher than outside, and it would not be sold for less than ten Galleons.

Ron took out the telescope and started adjusting it on his own. He had bought it on the way here.

Ron, who is used to being poor, would not waste money on this.

"Want to meet Fudge? Romario."

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

"No." Ron shook his head decisively.

Meeting Fudge? You must be full.

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

"Hey, look who I saw."

"Isn't this Mr. Dursley?"

A very exaggerated voice sounded. Who else could it be but the Fudge that Ron and Malfoy were talking about?

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

"Dear Minister Fudge, it's great to meet you."

Dudley responded with an equally pompous tone.

"What a coincidence to meet you here."

Fudge did not come alone, he was followed by several officials from the Ministry of Magic.

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

Fudge pointed to the woman in pink standing closely beside him.

"This is Madam Dolores Umbridge, our Undersecretary."

"Nice to meet you."

Umbridge's voice was full of falsehood.

Adult women try to act like little girls.

But she obviously doesn't think so.

"And this one. Mr. Barty Crouch, our Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation."

The man introduced by Fudge was a man with short grey hair and a slightly balding head.

"Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education."

This is a burly man with short golden hair, blue eyes, and a face that is always red.

If you don't know, you might think he is a football player.

The Ministry of Magic only has a few departments, so these people are high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic from any perspective.

After listening to Fudge's introduction to Dudley, Bagman seemed to want to say something to Dudley, but in the end he did nothing.

Chapter 255 The Beginning of Chaos: A Premeditated Attack

Fudge and the others did not stay in the VIP box for long before leaving. As the host and also the Minister of Magic of England, the country that claims to be the birthplace of magic, he had to go on stage to preside over the opening ceremony.

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

Bulgaria and Ireland are competing for the top spot.

The first to appear on the stage were not the players of the two teams, but the mascots of the two teams.

As the neat, bright red square marched across the field, thunderous cheers immediately erupted from the stands, especially from the male wizards, many of whom wanted to rush off the field.

Because the Bulgarian mascot is very different.

It was the Veela. A full one hundred Veela slid onto the field, making the entire field's blood boil.

This sub-human species with its own charming aura has infinite temptation to male humans, as if they have their own pheromone sprayer. Even if they do nothing, they can easily attract males with their every move.

This culminated when the Veela began to dance.

The male wizards stared blankly below.

For example, Ron's eyes were wide open, and his legs were moving uncontrollably towards the window of the stands. Even Harry was not much better.

In the entire box, only Dudley showed no reaction except Hermione.

It’s not that this guy isn’t interested in women, but in his eyes, Veela is the image of a harpy, or more accurately, a harpy with a bird’s beak.

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

"Clear head!"

Dudley waved his wand, and the cool feeling that rose in his brain made the others regain their consciousness.

"Where did you learn Occlumency?"

Upon hearing this, several people immediately turned their heads away, and then their eyes began to become unfocused.

Occlumency is also a good way to ward off enchantment.