Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Hundreds of thousands of wizards sat one after another, densely packed around the oval stadium, arranged upwards in a stepped manner.

All of a sudden, the entire stadium was shrouded in a mysterious golden light. The light came from the stadium itself, looking down from a high position, the entire stadium was as neat and smooth as velvet.

On either side of the arena stood three pitching rings, fifty feet high, and to their right, almost at the level of the box, was a gigantic blackboard, on which flashed gold letters, as if a bird Invisible giant hands are writing words on the blackboard in a flying style.

"Look, the advertisement of Magic Wheezes!" Fred pointed to the big blackboard in front of him and shouted excitedly. The advertisement of Poison Egg Magic Wheezes was playing on the blackboard, and introduced the functions of various prank supplies in detail. Not to mention, the British Ministry of Magic, as the organizer, has already given Iger a lot of face.

The golden words and pictures used as advertisements flashed on the blackboard for more than three minutes, and then slowly disappeared, and then introduced all kinds of broomsticks.

"Awesome..." Ron fiddled with the panoramic binoculars in his hand, and kept adjusting them.

"Yeah, it's great." Fred smiled ambiguously: "This thing fell into our hands..."

"We can make fun of it..." George said with a smirk on his face, the twins clapped their hands happily, as if thinking of something terrible...

Hermione eagerly flipped through a game manual with a tasseled velvet cover, and lightly ran her fingers across the paper: "There will be a performance by the team mascot before the game." Hermione said loudly.

"Oh... that's really great." Iger laughed.

He's not interested in Irish goblins, but in Bulgaria's mascot Veela...

"It must be worth seeing." Mr. Weasley said loudly: "You know, the national teams have brought some rare animals from their own countries to perform here."

The venue was gradually filled with crowds. Fortunately, Iger's boxes were all booked early, and a group of kids didn't feel too boring.

People came and went outside the box, and from time to time, senior officials from the Ministry of Magic hurried past. Scrimgeour walked by with a black face like an old lion's yellow hair, without even looking at Iger, but Fudge walked into the box enthusiastically. Everyone shook hands, fully playing the image of a slick politician.

certainly,

Fudge's surface skills are still very good, at least on the surface, he has the same attitude as Iger, and he introduces Iger and Harry to the people behind him.

It was only then that Iger discovered that the man was the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria. He was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim, but he seemed to be unable to understand a word of English.

However, even though he couldn't understand the language, the man's eyes only stayed on Harry's scar and Iger's horns. He rubbed his hands excitedly, chatting with Iger and Harry.

"To be honest, I'm really not very good at languages. Barty Crouch should have to worry about this kind of thing. I just saw their elf in another box and was helping him occupy a seat. So thoughtful, these guys in Bulgaria are always trying to get the best seats... ah... here comes Lucius!"

Fudge dragged Lucius away again in a hurry, as if he didn't want Lucius to stay in this room any longer.

After all, the existence of Iger is here, and the politeness is fine. If it is too intimacy, not to mention that Fudge can't stand it, he will even doubt whether Iger will cast a curse on himself.

"I think, if everyone is ready, let's start?" Ludo Bagman staggered and stopped Fudge outside the door, his face looked tired, and Iger knew why, but he didn't I thought about helping him.

But judging by his appearance, he should have raised a thousand Galleons, otherwise he probably wouldn't have dared to stand in front of Iger...

"Very good, let's start as you said, Ludo, show your best form, is it my illusion? I always feel that you look a little tired." Fudge looked at Bagman with concern.

"Excuse me, Mr. Minister..." Bagman looked very bad, and looked in Iger's direction with some fear, then he pulled out his wand, and the tip of the wand lightly touched his neck.

"Then...ahem...the voice is loud." Bagman's voice resounded like thunder in the stadium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to come and watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

There was a burst of cheers and applause from the auditorium. Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by occasional chaotic national anthem. The scene was very lively for a while.

"Okay, without further ado, please allow me to introduce - the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Bagman's voice fell, and loud cheers erupted from the right side of the stands.

"I don't know what they brought." Mr. Weasley smiled cheerfully.

"Vela." Iger glanced lightly, and then withdrew his head in a pretentious manner.

"What?" Harry was stunned, looking forward. At the same time, a group of veela came out from the crowd. Their white skin seemed to reflect the moonlight. As soon as they came out of the crowd, the veela began to Dancing happily.

"Oh my God...they're so beautiful..." Ron murmured with blank eyes.

"Fortunately, I think... so-so." Iger whispered while dodging Hermione's probing gaze.

Harry suddenly wanted to do something more remarkable, and he thought it might attract the beauties in the arena.

Well, just do it, how about jumping from the box into the gym? Feeling good?

But is it exciting enough?

"Calm down!" Iger's voice sounded in the minds of a group of boys, shocking everyone's minds like Hong Zhong Dalu.

Harry suddenly came back to his senses, he blinked blankly, and found that he was slung over the stands with one leg, and Ron beside him was squatting motionless on the stands, doing diving movements.

Neville was even worse, he had already taken off his clothes, so did Dean and Seamus, for some reason, Seamus was still holding a bunch of howling mushrooms, it seemed that he had suffered a lot tonight.

Draco's actions were exactly the same as Harry's, and he seemed a little more reserved.

Looking down, the veela were being chased away by the Aurors of the organizer, angry roars were everywhere in the arena, and it seemed that many male compatriots were unwilling to let the veela leave.

Immediately afterwards, under the introduction of Bagman, a group of Irish goblins also flew out from the other side of the field, and it rained gold coins in the arena.

Iger leaned on the reclining chair expressionlessly, indifferently, as steady as an old dog.

But Ron was very excited. The golden gold coins quickly pulled him out of the disappointment that the veela left, and a group of boys started picking up gold coins frantically again.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she watched a group of boys, and moved closer to Iger.

It's better to have my own dog, well-informed, and a stable group...

"This Irish goblin...is it against the law if you capture it privately?" Iger squeezed his chin and looked at the golden light rain in the sky and muttered in a low voice.

Hermione: "..."

"Iger, this is money for the telescope!" Ron stuffed a large handful of gold coins eagerly, and Iger grinned and accepted it silently.

It seems that he doesn't know that these gold coins will disappear, right?

I guess I might cry when I know...

perhaps…