Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

After a whole day of waiting, just as night falls, the Quidditch World Cup is about to begin.

Mr. Weasley led the way, holding various gadgets bought before, and walking quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.

They can hear hundreds of people walking around, they can hear shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

This fanatical excitement was contagious, and Harry couldn't help laughing from ear to ear.

They walked in the woods for twenty minutes, talking loudly and jokingly, and finally came out from the other side of the woods.At this time, they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium.Harry could only see part of the magnificent golden wall around the arena, but he could see that it was no problem to install ten cathedrals inside.

"It can hold a hundred thousand spectators." Mr. Weasley said with a smile upon seeing Harry's face with astonishment. "The 500 staff of the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for a whole year. Every inch of this place has been used. Banish the Muggle curse."

He spoke with his lips, and kept his feet, leading everyone to the nearest entrance.There, there were already many yelling wizards.

"First-class ticket." The witch of the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "The top box! Go upstairs, Arthur, to the top."

A purple-red carpet was spread on the stairs leading to the gymnasium. They climbed up the stairs with the crowd, and slowly those people flowed into the stands on the left and right.

"I won't be with them anymore." Luna handed out the ticket her father had bought to the witch and said in a daze.

"Oh-I would have gotten an extra ticket." Mr. Weasley said regretfully.

Lovegood's family has always been short of money, he should have thought of it, but Luna's father came too suddenly, and he had no time to prepare.

Although Weasley’s family is not wealthy, it is better to have a position, right?

The group of people led by Mr. Weasley kept going up until they reached the top of the stairs.They found themselves in a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, and facing the golden goal post.

There are about twenty purple and gilded chairs here, divided into two rows, and they look really good.

Luna's position is on the lower floors, but fortunately, this is a Quidditch game!For a three-dimensional sports event, there is really not much difference in the viewing seat-that is, a seat that is too low may be a bit expensive to watch.

Hundreds of thousands of wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats are arranged in a ladder-shaped upwards around the oval gymnasium.

Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself.

From Harry's condescending position, the playing field looked as smooth as velvet.On both sides of the arena are three pitching rings, fifty feet high; to their right, almost parallel to Harry’s line of sight, is a huge blackboard with golden text flashing continuously on it, as if a The invisible giant hand flicked on the blackboard and then wiped them away.

Harry took a closer look and realized that the flashing text was an advertisement for the audience.

At this moment, Hermione was eagerly flipping through her tasseled velvet cover manual.

"Before the game, there will be a performance by the team mascot." She said aloud.

"Oh, it will always be worth seeing." Mr. Weasley said, "You know, the national teams bring some strange animals from their home countries and they have to do some performances here."

In the next half hour, the box they were in gradually filled with people.Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people, who looked like a powerful wizard.

Percy, who had graduated and worked at the Ministry of Magic, hurriedly stood up again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in spines.

When the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge arrived, Percy bowed too low.

And when Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look at Harry.

Harry and Fudge had known each other before, and Fudge graciously held Harry's hand like a father, asked him about him, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

Of course, if he knew that the man in front of him had sent Maca to Azkaban, he might not be what he is now.

However, the matter was too deeply involved, so far, it is still a highly confidential matter.As a result, not much is known about the people working in the Ministry of Magic.

"Harry Potter, you know," Fudge told the Bulgarian Minister of Magic next to him aloud-the man was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim and he didn't seem to understand a word in English, "Harry Po Especially...Oh, think about it, you should know who he is...It's the boy who escaped in the hands of the mysterious man...You must know who he is, right?"

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed at it with excitement, whispering loudly in his mouth.

"I knew it would always make him understand." Fudge said to Harry tiredly, "I'm not very good at language, and when you encounter this kind of thing, you need Barty Crouch. Ah, I saw him. The house-elf gave him a seat...I thought so thoughtfully, these guys in Bulgaria always want to get the best seat...Ah, here comes Lucius!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately turned their heads.

Squeezing into the three seats still vacant in the second row behind Mr. Weasley are the original owners of the house elf Dobby: Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, ha Lee guessed that she must be Draco's mother.

Lucius still had a sullen face right now, but when he saw Fudge, he walked over and barely smiled.

"Ah, Fudge," he walked over to the Minister of Magic, and extended his hand to introduce him, "Hello! I don't think you have met my wife Narcissa yet? And our son Dekora."

"Hello, hello," Fudge said, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. "Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberlandsk—Mr. Obalonsk—he is the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic Minister, it’s okay, he doesn’t understand what I’m talking about anyway. Let me see who else—you know Arthur Weasley?"

Lucius glanced at Mr. Weasley and quickly looked away-he didn't have the energy to fight with Weasley, he was worried now!

Not long after everyone chatted briefly, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, rushed into the box full of vitality.

"Are you all ready?" His round face gleamed like a giant spherical cheese. "Minister, can you start?"

"You'll start at the beginning, Ludo." Fudge smiled.

Ludo drew out his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "Voice loud!"

Then he said like thunder, resounding through the crowded stadium.His voice echoed above their heads, loudly reaching every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen...welcome to you! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup finals!"

The audience immediately burst into bursts of cheers and applause.

Thousands of flags waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem, and the scene was really lively.On the blackboard opposite them, the last line "Bibi Duo Flavored Peas-Every bite is an adventure!" was erased, and now it shows:

"Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0."

"Well, less gossip, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stands was a neat bright red square, where loud cheers broke out at this moment.

"I don't know what they brought." Mr. Weasley said, leaning out of his seat."Ah!" He took off his glasses abruptly, wiping hurriedly on his robe, "Veeva!"

"What is charming--"

Seeing that a hundred veils had already slipped to the field, Harry's question was answered.

Veeva is a woman-that is the most beautiful woman Harry has ever seen!But they don’t look like real people—why their skin is glowing with bright and soft light like the moon, why is their hair fluttering behind their heads without wind...

At this moment, the music started and Harry stopped thinking about whether she was a real person or not—in fact, he couldn't think about anything anymore.

Veeva began to dance, and Harry's mind went blank, only feeling an extreme joy.

Nothing in the world is important anymore, as long as he can keep watching Veeva, because if they stop dancing, terrible things will happen...

And just across from Harry's box, in the top box on the other side of the field, a small figure was also staring at the veils.

She just watched so quietly, without the slightest expression on her face, but there was a sense of loneliness invisibly.

"Villy, don't care, it has nothing to do with you." A middle-aged man comforted softly beside her.

"It's okay, Dad."

That little figure was Villi Blois who was specially received by his father from Hogwarts to watch the game.

On the other hand, as Veeva danced faster and faster, some crazy, shapeless thoughts began to swirl in Harry's dizzy mind.

He wants to do something particularly amazing, do it now.How about jumping from a box into the gym?It looks good... but is it exciting enough?

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice came from far away.

The music stopped and Harry blinked blankly.

He stood there with one leg on the wall of the box.Beside him, Ron made a pose as if he was about to dive from the diving board, and stayed there motionless.

Hermione made a loud slap, and she reached out and pulled Harry back into the seat.

"Oh, why are you doing this! If Maca were here, I wouldn't be as embarrassed as you!"

Aside, when Fudge heard the name "Maca", an unnatural look flashed across his face.