Chapter 159 This is definitely the best fireworks

Harry and Hermione didn't buy any souvenirs.

One of them just loves Quidditch and doesn't know anything about the stars. Although Ron and Neville have discussed it more than once, the other doesn't even understand Quidditch very well. It's just that school is about to start and he has to spend time with his friends.

relax for a moment.

When the sun officially rises.

The sound of gongs vibrated from afar, accompanied by even louder noises.

The trees were decorated with colorful lanterns, red and green intertwined, emitting a slightly weird shimmer. The wizards couldn't have too many expectations for their aesthetics.

Wizards emerged from all directions and unexpected corners, embarking on the road to the arena.

They walked for more than ten minutes, passing through the woods, when a huge shadow fell overwhelmingly.

The tall and long golden wall is inserted into the ground, surrounding the front, standing here majestic and holy.

"This is the highest masterpiece of wizards in recent years!" Arthur was very proud of this. While leading them to find the entrance, he introduced, "Five hundred staff members have been busy for a whole year."

"Guess how many people can be accommodated?"

Ron carefully announced a number: "Ten thousand people?"

"Fifty million?" In contrast, Hermione reported a larger number.

Arthur shook his head repeatedly: "Ronnie, you can guess bigger, and Miss Granger, your imagination seems a bit too wild. I'm afraid no building can accommodate 500,000 people, but it can accommodate 100,000 people."

people."

"A hundred thousand people are gathered in this gymnasium. This is the greatest miracle for wizards in the past hundred years. There is no other building as great as this gymnasium."

He sounded proud.

Although the Ministry of Magic of Great Britain has a bad reputation and is a mess, it can still do good work.

Ron and the others are very excited.

Hermione hesitated to speak.

Harry poked his head over: "What's wrong?"

"This year is 1994." Hermione lowered her voice, "Wizards only had the first 100,000-level stadium. I thought they would do it earlier."

"Decades ago, ordinary people built the first stadium with a capacity of 100,000 people."

Mr. Arthur did not hear Hermione's words and continued to introduce to the children that he had the honor to visit the stadium before it was completed, and was even transferred here to help for a period of time.

They quickly found the entrance.

"First class ticket!" The witch checking the tickets looked at Lupine and the Weasley family in surprise. They didn't look like people who could have such tickets.

Walking up the purple-carpeted stairs to the small box on the top floor, it was almost level with the golden goalposts. There were more than twenty gilded purple soft chairs in the box, neatly arranged in two rows.

They sat down in the front row.

After a while, a snapping sound came from the second row of chairs.

Harry stepped forward, put on Quen's sigil, took out his wand, and pointed towards the sound.

"Harry?" Arthur was a little surprised and looked back, "It's just a house elf."

Harry looked expressionless and took back his wand: "I'm sorry, I've been tricked by this kind of creature before."

The elf in the back row grabbed his ears and banged against the velvet back of the chair. It didn't cause any harm at all. After a few bumps, it climbed out of the chair and kept banging against the wall, muttering:

"Winky is a bad house elf. Winky scared the little wizard!"

"Stop, it's very noisy." Arthur felt helpless, waving his wand and pulling it open.

This little elf named "Sparkling" was leaning against the corner, standing stiffly.

"Whose family do you belong to?" Arthur asked.

It answered honestly: "Winky belongs to the Crouch family."

Percy's tone became flattering: "Mr. Crouch's family? Where is Mr. Crouch?"

"Master?" Twinkle blinked and looked at Percy in confusion, but her body trembled and she quickly lowered her head and covered her face, "Master is very busy and has other things to do. He asked Twinkle to occupy a space for him.

Location."

"Are you afraid of Percy?" Harry narrowed his eyes and asked.

Winky's voice trembled: "Winky is not a qualified house elf. Winky is afraid of heights."

"When will Mr. Crouch come?" Percy asked eagerly.

Twinkle shook her head: "I don't know when Mr. Crouch will come over."

"Don't make any noise." Arthur warned it, and no one paid any attention to it.

One after another, other people came over.

Senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, some "pure blood" wizarding families, such as the Malfoy family and the Shacklebolt family, Arthur and Percy kept getting up and saying hello to these people, Arthur was somewhat reluctant

, but Percy is very flattering.

When Fudge came over, Percy became even more humble, wishing he could become the chair under Fudge's butt.

Ron felt awkward looking at it.

Hermione frowned. She couldn't see this scene. How could a good person be worse than a house elf?

Fudge introduced Harry to others eagerly.

The Boy Who Lived, the savior, the successor of Gryffindor, the best little wizard at Hogwarts, especially the word "best", immediately attracted the attention of many wizards.

Harry greeted them coldly and sat back in his chair without saying a word.

The other wizards didn't mind. Mr. Potter was still young, and good wizards would always have some strange temperaments. For example, Dumbledore was crazy. Mr. Potter just seemed a little colder. This was better than

Crazy is better.

Wait until the greetings are over.

Ludo stood up, walked to the front podium, gave himself a "loud voice" and a spell to ensure that the sound could be spread evenly, and spoke enthusiastically: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 422nd Quidditch."

Wonderful World Cup!”

"I wonder who will win the championship this year?"

"Can your expectations before the game bring a lot of galleons to fill your pockets?"

“Without further ado, let’s invite Bulgaria’s mascot!”

On the right side of the stadium, a burst of violent cheers erupted, just like the roar of a bull in heat in autumn and summer.

A group of girls walked into the gymnasium.

Arthur stood up abruptly, took off his glasses, wiped them on his robe a few times, put them back on, and said with some disbelief in his tone: "Vela! The mascot of Bulgaria is actually a Veela!"

Ron was a little confused: "What Veela?"

But he soon lost his sense of confusion, and like his father, he looked out.

Veela is a kind of humanoid magical creature. In appearance, they are no different from normal humans. Well, it cannot be said that their appearance is almost better than that of any witch.

They have the same charm as their appearance, making it impossible for men who are not very determined to look away.

Take Draco, for example. He can't control himself now. If his mother hadn't grabbed him by the robe, he would have jumped.

Ron couldn't help himself and was pulled by Arthur.

George and Fred's performance was not very good. They clasped their hands and looked at the Veela, their eyes full of hormones.

In fact, many of the spectators sitting in the first and second rows had already jumped into the stadium, took off their clothes, and danced with the Veelas.

Hermione turned to look at Harry.

He sat quietly on the chair, his face still had the same expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. He raised his wand and waved it gently, and the Weasleys suddenly woke up.

George and Fred threw away their brother's hands in disgust, even cleaning them to make them clean again.

Ron was dragged staggering and fell back into the box.

"What happened to me just now?" Ron rubbed the sore place where he was thrown, frowned, and when he turned his head, he noticed Draco's embarrassed look. He almost didn't lift his breath, and pointed in horror.

He pointed to himself again, "I was like that just now?"

Arthur looked at Harry: "Oh, thank you, I almost couldn't hold him back."

"You were charmed by a Veela just now." Harry looked at him.

Ron shrank his head, as did George and Fred, who had always been bold, and did not dare to look down again.

"Don't worry, I've put a spell on you that can counteract the charm of those Veelas." Harry patted his shoulder and encouraged him.

Fred stretched out his hand, grabbed George's sleeve, looked out, and said in a surprised tone: "Really, I really won't be charmed by Veela!"

Ron also looked over.

Even without the charm of magic, the appearance of Veela is still full of great temptation for men, or some special ladies, and it is also a great pleasure to appreciate their dancing.
To be continued...