Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Soon, on the day of the Quidditch World Cup, many wizards from all over the world lived in their tents. There were also countless foreigners walking around in the wild, talking in full swing, most of them There is an eager discussion about which team can win the final championship.

They have a variety of different skin tones, black, white and yellow, and they wear all kinds of exotic clothes. Some people wear dark green grass skirts and have good knitting skills.Some people have a long, flaming chicken feather stuck in their heads, and some people seem to have come from a certain freezing environment, and they are also wrapped in thick jackets.

And more, it is businessmen who came here, they seized the business opportunities.

At this moment, they are able to attract more potential customers and sell their weird gadgets.

Most of them are pushing carts filled with glowing rose-shaped badges-green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria-and they can scream out the names of the team members; they have green high hats, It is decorated with shamrocks dancing in the wind; there is a Bulgarian belt, and the lion on it can really roar; there are the national flags of the two countries, waving their respective national anthems; and there are small models of firebolts that can really fly ; There are statues of famous players for collection. Those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand with a triumphant style.

"Draco, look at this." Pansy's little hand took Malfoy across the crowd and walked in front of a street vendor, a man covered in black cloak, and those who kept pushing carts. Compared with the hawkers, he stood out from the crowd. The stalls were covered with exquisitely knitted and exquisitely crafted gloves, piled up into a hill.Looking at the shining fabrics, Pansy's soul was hooked, and she couldn't move her eyes away.

"How much?" Malfoy asked directly to the stall owner.

The man in the cloak did not speak. Instead, he extended a finger from under the cloak and pointed to the sign in front of the booth. It said in black handwriting-"One gold plus one piece, no bargaining."

"After choosing the color, hurry up, they are still waiting." Malfoy urged, feeling helpless for this girl who is interested in everything. Yesterday, she and her parents ran into Malfoy "coincidentally". The Fu family, and then the work of the guide will undoubtedly be taken by Malfoy.

Seeing Pansy's carefree and happy look, Malfoy knew what he said to her that night, Pansy shouldn't take it to heart.

"That's fine." Malfoy smiled meaninglessly. She should be carefree at this age.

"Don't rush me, it's up to you to choose the wrong color." Pansy bit his finger, his face was full of tangled expressions, as if giving up any color or style would be a great torment.

"Here, your gift." Pansy finally picked out a pair of men's black gloves, all surrounded by silver rims, and then handed them to Malfoy.

As soon as he started, Malfoy felt some warmth. It should be that the stall owner had applied some magic on it. Of course, the time effect must be very short. Most of the magic applied to the utensils was time-effective.

"Good vision." Malfoy gave a perfunctory admiration, and then reminded inadvertently: "If you don't enter the venue, you may have no place. Seeing so many people here, it won't be easy to handle it later."

"Then let's go!" Pansy, like being caught with a painful foot, hurriedly dropped the payment, dragged Malfoy's hand again, and squeezed in the direction of the stadium.

Just before Pansy took a few steps, she stopped her pace suddenly, as if she had noticed something, and stared straight at the person next to her.

"You lied to me again, we were obviously in a box! We weren't watching the game in the stands either." She angrily said, a little annoyed that she was so easily cheated.

"Don't you think this kind of fierce competition is more atmospheric in the crowd?" Malfoy said with a smile.

Pansy dreamed about it. If they were both with their parents, they would definitely be very uncomfortable. They should not speak loudly. They should always pay attention to maintaining their own words and deeds, leaving a good impression on both sides. It seems that it is better to run to the stands and talk. The crowd yelled together, and Yu Shan's tsunami-like shouts released his passion for the game.

"You seem to have a point..." Pansy had accepted Malfoy's suggestion, but he didn't want to show that he was persuaded.

"That's it, just do as I said." Malfoy was tough, seeming to know what Pansy was thinking."Your father asks, just push it on me."

"That's what you said." Pansy now immediately put on a look of expectation, it seems to her that watching the game in the stands is a very novel experience.

The game at Hogwarts is completely different from here. Whether it is the excitement of the event, the strength of the players, or the spectators watching the game, they are all different from the outside. The battle against the sky is enough to prove how influential this most fascinating sport in the wizarding world has.

And since she became a player of the Slytherin Quidditch team, she has fewer opportunities to watch the game. She rarely has such pure fun anymore. Before watching the game, she was studying the tactics of others. .

Hundreds of people were walking around, hearing shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.This kind of fanatical excitement is very contagious, even Malfoy is a little bit infected, and his heart beats a drum.

"Maybe it would be interesting to check it out." But he quickly denied this idea, he had more important things to deal with.

Malfoy needed a shield, a reasonable reason to disappear in front of his parents.

While he was still thinking about how his plan should be implemented next, Pansy's voice rang in his ears again: "Draco, which team do you support in this final?"

"Huh?" Malfoy thoughtfully, and then tentatively said: "The Wimborne Hornets?" This is the team that Bagman once belonged to.

"They were eliminated in the first round!" Pansy made a grimace at Malfoy. "It's going to be the Bulgarian team and the Irish team. Don't you even know which two teams will be in the final?"

"Of course not." Malfoy said in his heart. Before he approached Ludo Bagman, he had learned a lot about the Quidditch knowledge out of perfect preparation.

And now acting stupid is of course troublesome, because he doesn't know which team Pansy supports., If there is a disagreement, the girl will have to talk in his ear again.

Of course, Malfoy was wrong. Pansy is now actively instilling with him the information he has studied a long time ago, analyzing the tactics that the two teams may use today, or the players who may play.

Listening to Pansy’s "Science" all the way, Malfoy finally came to their destination today-a huge stadium that can hold 100,000 people, and the stadium is surrounded by magnificent golden walls.

"Third-class ticket!" The witch of the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at their ticket and said, "The bleacher, just follow the crowd on the right."

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