The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Why? This hat is quite beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione didn't quite understand. She fiddled with the hat in her hand and pointed the clover on it at Tom.

"No, it just won't work." Tom didn't have any good impressions of the hat. In order to distract Hermione, he took the initiative to pick up a small sculpture of Krum.

"Look, this figure is so exquisitely made!"

The figures made by wizards are much more sophisticated than those made by manufacturers in the non-magical world. Some of the figures from the non-magical world smell like money traps from beginning to end. For example, for some popular TV dramas, the TV dramas were not aired, but a bunch of figurines were released, and the quality was extremely poor. They just had to write the six characters "If you are stupid, the money will come quickly."

The little dolls in the wizarding world have a lot of conscience. First of all, the face is very realistic and looks exactly like a real person. The figure of the evil god with a broken face does not exist here. Secondly, the quality of the magic dolls is very good, and there are no "blind box" figures with nine out of ten hairs broken. The most important thing is that these little figurines can move, walk around, and change expressions. They are very lifelike and restored.

"Would you like a Krum statue? It's very popular and only costs one galleon!" The vendor saw that Tom was more interested in the statue, so he started selling it hard.

"It's expensive enough." Tom felt that the statue was not worth the price because it was too small, only as long as an index finger.

"This is not an ordinary thing," the vendor tried hard to argue, "This statue of mine can ride a broom!"

Tom's interest was aroused and he asked the vendor to demonstrate it to him.

Sure enough, the small Krum statue directly mounted the Firebolt model and flew around the cart.

Mr. Granger's eyes sparkled. At first it was just a walking little doll, nothing big, but when it got on a broom and flew up its nature changed - it turned into a super cool little doll!

Tom pondered for a moment, "I want both the starting roles for the Irish and Bulgarian teams. Can you give me a discount? Also, since you have built this function, you must have built a Quidditch pitch or something, right?" "

"Of course." The vendor proudly took out a large box from under the cart. This box was a 50:1 scaled-down model of the real Quidditch pitch. Of course, even a scaled-down version of the court is ten feet long and four feet wide.

Such a large model is still valuable even if the interior is rough.

After a heated argument, Tom bought the model from a vendor for thirty galleons, along with the starting lineups of the Bulgarian and Irish teams, and fourteen small Firebolts.

Hermione also bought several Irish badges from the vendor.

"Uncle, this is a gift for you. Thank you for taking care of me for so long!" After Tom got the set, he immediately gave it to Mr. Granger.

Next, Tom and the others went shopping in the camp and collected all the souvenirs they liked.

"I have saved my pocket money for so long just for this moment!"

Tom and Hermione worked part-time in July so that they could now go shopping.

"This, this, three galleons - do you understand?" Just as Tom was considering whether to buy a panoramic telescope each, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

He turned around and saw that Fred and George were each holding a box and dancing around selling prank toys to several girls. However, it seems that due to the language barrier, their transaction did not go smoothly.

Tom walked over and said, "You guys seem to need a little help?"

"Tom, I really can't understand what these cute little girls mean." Fred put his hand on his forehead. The girls opposite him looked like very potential customers, but Fred couldn't understand a word they said.

Tom listened for a while and found that these people all spoke French.

"Good evening, can I be your interpreter?" he asked the girls in somewhat jerky French.

The eyes of several little girls lit up when they heard the strange but understandable sentences.

"We hope that we can buy a few wands that can turn into kittens." The young lady in the lead spoke very slowly for fear that Tom would not understand.

Tom nodded and conveyed their needs on his behalf.

Fred shook his head, "There are only two that can turn into cats."

Several French girls chatted for a while and finally bought five fake wands and a box of canary cookies from Fred.

"Merlin!" When they walked away, Fred waved his fist excitedly.

"A fake wand can be sold for three galleons! We just made fifteen galleons from one order! Oh my God, I really hope the World Cup can be held every year." George, holding a bulging money bag, revealed A happy smile.

"If it is held too frequently, there won't be so many people watching the games." Tom shrugged and returned to the Granger family.

By this time Hermione had purchased four panoramic telescopes. As soon as Tom came back, she stuffed one into his arms.

"The functions are very complete. It can be repeated, slow-motion, and can provide game analysis." Hermione seemed very satisfied with this multi-functional telescope.

Tom said nothing and accepted the somewhat expensive gift with peace of mind.

When they returned to the tent, their wallets were empty, and everyone else had bought some souvenirs. Bill, Charlie, and Ginny had green badges on their clothes, and Mr. Weasley was waving the Irish team flag. Ron was wearing the green clover hat and holding a statue of Krum and a panoramic telescope in his hands.

"What is this?" Seeing the model of the Quidditch pitch that Tom and Mr. Granger were carrying together, the whole tent was shocked.

For more than an hour, everyone gathered around the table and watched the two mini-version teams compete in the stadium model until the game was about to start.

After checking the time, Mr. Weasley decided to leave for the competition venue. He looked around, doing a head count and saw that Percy, Fred, and George had all disappeared.

"Where have these bastards gone?" Mr. Weasley felt like he was about to burst: he hadn't given them the tickets yet!

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to leave the tickets in the tent and march to the stadium in large numbers.

This strategy is good.

Everyone walked into the woods along the passage illuminated by the lantern. Halfway there, they saw Fred and George running towards them, panting.

Judging from the souvenirs on their bodies, their business is doing well.

"Percy he's going to watch the game with his girlfriend-"

"——Won't be with us."

The two of them explained Percy's whereabouts like a solitaire.

"Let him go." Mr. Weasley spread his hands to show that he understood.