Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

For the top wizards of the British Ministry of Magic, hosting a global sports event is an excellent opportunity to showcase their national strength and strengthen exchanges and communication with the Ministry of Magic of other countries.

However, for low-level wizards like Harry, the Quidditch World Cup is more like a carnival for unbridled entertainment.

Just before the Quidditch match started, in less than ten minutes, Harry's wallet was empty.

Instead, there were those game souvenirs that he wore on his head, pinned to his chest, held in his arms, and held in his hands.

Of course, compared to him, others are not much better.

Bill, Charlie and Ginny also bought green sports badges. Clark, Neville and Hermione hung magic telescopes around their necks. Mr. Weasley held an Irish flag. Now George and Frey were not short of money. Germany, there is a little bit of every kind of souvenir.

According to them, money can be earned again after use, but there are not many opportunities to spend money like today.

By the time a group of people returned to the tent with their things in their arms, a deep and deep sound of gongs could be heard in the distant woods.

The next moment, thousands of colorful lights bloomed on the treetops, lighting up the road to the stadium.

"It's time!" Mr. Weasley looked as excited as everyone else, "Hurry up, let's go."

He and Sirius walked in tandem, with the children in the middle. Everyone held their purchases in their hands and walked quickly into the woods along the lighted passage.

Along the way, there were wizards going to the arena like them. Harry never thought that there were so many people in the wizarding world around the world.

Although they come from all over the world, have different skin colors, and have difficulty communicating in language, their shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing are extremely consistent.

This kind of feverish excitement is so contagious that even a calm and calm person like Clark can't help but smile from ear to ear.

A group of people walked in the woods for twenty minutes. When they came out from the other side of the woods, they happened to be in the shadow of a huge stadium.

Although from their perspective, they could only see part of the magnificent golden walls surrounding the arena, they could see that it would not be a problem to fit ten cathedrals inside.

"My Healing Game"

"Can accommodate 100,000 spectators!"

Mr. Weasley said proudly when he saw the shocked expressions on the children's faces.

"Five hundred Ministry of Magic staff have been working on this for a whole year, applying Muggle-repelling spells to every inch of the place.

Throughout the year, whenever Muggles approached this place, they would suddenly remember something pressing and hurry away... God bless them. "

As he introduced, he led everyone towards the nearest entrance, which was already crowded with many shouting wizards.

"First class ticket."

The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at their tickets and said.

"Top box! Go all the way upstairs, Arthur, to the top."

The stairs leading to the top box of the stadium were covered with soft purple carpets. They climbed up the stairs with the crowd, and slowly the crowds entered the stands on the left and right respectively.

And they kept walking up, and finally came to the top of the stairs, and saw a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goal post.

Pushing open the box, there are thirty or so purple gold-plated seats, divided into two rows, one high and one low.

There is also a small table next to each seat with tea and snacks placed on it.

Clark, Weiss, his family, Harry, Hermione and others sat in the front row and looked down.

In the huge oval-shaped stadium, stepped seats are arranged upwards layer by layer, like a huge Roman Colosseum.

More than 100,000 wizards from all over the world were taking their seats one after another under their noses, laughing and shouting.

On both sides of the arena, three pitching hoops were erected.

The height is a full fifty feet. From the small box, you don't need to tilt your neck to look over, and the viewing angle is very suitable.

To the right of the hoop, almost at eye level with Clark, is a huge blackboard with golden words flashing on it, as if an invisible giant hand is writing on the blackboard and then writing them. Wipe it off.

Lost Car Chrysanthemum: A broomstick suitable for the whole family - safe, reliable, with built-in anti-theft buzzer...

Skoll's All Purpose Miracle Stain Remover: removes stains with ease...

Fengya brand wizard uniforms: London, Paris, Hogsmeade...

Well, after all, it is a global entertainment event. It is operated commercially and some advertising sponsorship is normal.

All of the above are shrouded in a mysterious golden light. This light seems to come from the stadium itself, converging and flowing in the sky above their heads. It should be used to prevent detectors such as Muggle satellites from spying on the game site. of.

After scanning the competition site condescendingly, Clark turned his attention to the box where they were sitting.

Because it was still the entry stage, there was no one in the box yet. There was only a surprisingly small guy sitting in the penultimate seat in the row behind them.

It was a house elf, wearing a tea towel for wiping the tea set, as if wearing a loose robe, with its face buried in its hands, as if it was afraid of heights, it did not dare to look out the window, and could only look at the long The long, bat-like big ears were exposed and swaying.

Clark knew that this should be Winky, the house elf of Barty Crouch's family.

His gaze moved sideways slightly and landed on the empty spot next to Twinkle.

There is indeed nothing there, but for Clark as a [Psychic], the naked eye is not his only means of observing the outside world.

A crazy, hysterical, but severely suppressed fanatic, like a bloodthirsty wolf, appeared in his spiritual perception.

Of course there are no evil wolves here, but sometimes the human heart is more dangerous than the beast.

The house elf sitting there seemed to notice that someone was looking at him. He raised his head and lifted his fingers, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes and a big nose like a tomato.

"Sir, what's the matter?" the elf asked curiously from between his fingers.

Her voice was very high-pitched, higher than the voices of some of the house elves in the Clark family, so Clark easily judged that this was probably a female house elf.

"fine."

Clark smiled and looked away. He knew that he and the guy hiding next to the house elf would have many opportunities to get along in the future, so there was no need to rush.

In the next half hour, as the game time approached, the small box they were in gradually filled up with people.

Clark also knew many of these people and had interacted with them several times. All of them were great wizards with great status.

Percy, who was sitting next to them, stood up hurriedly again and again, because every time Mr. Weasley shook hands with people, he always introduced his son, who worked in the Ministry of Magic, to them.

"Yes, he is my third son, Percy Weiss..."

"Working at the Ministry of Magic, under Barty..."

"What kind of ability does this little guy have? He just needs to be more diligent in his work..."

Whenever Mr. Weiss introduced him in this way, Percy always had to bow slightly to show respect.

As a result, when Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge himself arrived, Percy bowed too low and his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

This made the proud young man extremely embarrassed. He picked up the glasses on the ground, repaired the lenses with magic, and sat on his seat, determined never to get up again.

Cornelius Fudge didn't seem to notice this episode, but smiled and said hello to Clark, as if he were meeting an old friend.

"Hey Clark, long time no see. How was your summer vacation?"

"Thanks to you, Minister, I had a great time this summer vacation. It would be great if I could have summer vacation like this all the time."

"Hahaha!" Fudge was amused by Clark and laughed. "That won't work. Dumbledore will definitely give me trouble, but I think you will have a very interesting time this semester."

After saying that, he turned around and greeted Harry beside him.

Harry and Fudge had known each other before, and Fudge held his hand lovingly like a father. Not only did he greet him, but he also introduced him to the foreign wizard sitting next to him.

"Harry Potter, you know!"

He shouted to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe trimmed with gold and looked like he didn't understand a word of English.

"Harry Potter...oh, think about it, you should know who he is...the boy who narrowly escaped death in the hands of the mysterious man...you must know who he is -"

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead. He immediately pointed at it excitedly and muttered a series of words loudly.

"I knew I would always make him understand." Fudge complained to Clark with a wry smile.

“I’m not very good at languages, so when it comes to things like this, Barty Crouch usually takes the initiative.

The only good thing about him is that he never brings personal emotions into his work.

By the way, you should have seen him this afternoon..."

Faced with what Minister Fudge meant, Clark just smiled, then changed the subject and whispered into his ear.

"Minister, actually I think this matter can be done without Mr. Crouch. After all, the Bulgarian minister understands English."

Fudge's eyes widened, "I knew it, this cunning guy!"

He seemed to be led astray by Clark's words, and was about to get up and argue with the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, when a few more guys came into the small box.

"Ah, Lucius is here!"

Someone shouted, and Harry and the others immediately turned their heads and saw that the three still empty seats in the second row behind Mr. Weasley were none other than Lucius Malfoy and his son. Draco, and a woman, that should be Draco's mother.

Draco Malfoy is a pale-skinned boy with a pointed face and blond hair who looks very much like his father.

His mother also had light skin and yellow hair. She was not ugly to begin with, but she always had a look of disgust on her face, as if she smelled something bad.

"Ah, Fudge," Malfoy reached out his hand as he walked to the Minister of Magic, "Hello, I assume you haven't met my wife Narcissa yet? And our son Decorah."

"Hello, hello," Fudge smiled and bowed to Mrs. Malfoy, "please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberansik - Mr. Obalonsk - he is the Minister of Magic in Bulgaria. . Let me see who else—you know Arthur Weiss?"

Lucius Malfoy's cold gray eyes looked directly past Arthur Weiss, then glanced at Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and Clark.

When he saw Clark, his eyes lingered for a moment, but he quickly passed by.

"Of course, minister, but I didn't expect that Arthur would be sitting here. I'm really curious about what he sold to get the seat in the top box."

Fudge didn't understand what Lucius meant, or maybe he understood it but didn't want to get involved. Anyway, he just said it.

"Lucius just recently donated a large amount of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, Arthur. He is the honored guest I invited."

Having said this, what else could Mr. Weasley do? He could only force a smile on his face, "Oh - that's really great."

But the most unexpected thing at the scene was not Weslai and Malfoy who almost got into a fight, but another pair.

"Oh, how could you be here?!"

Draco Malfoy's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, looked at Sirius sitting in the front seat with disdain. That look of disgust was very annoying.

Naturally, Sirius would not give him a good look, and teased her, saying, "Why, Cousin Narcissa, do you feel ashamed to have a murderer cousin like me?"

These words caused many people present to look sideways, and the atmosphere in the entire box became extremely depressing for a moment. Even the foreign wizards noticed something was wrong.

Fortunately, Clark saw that the situation was not good and took the initiative to act as peacemaker.

"Mrs. Malfoy, as early as two months ago, the Ministry of Magic issued a document proving that Sirius is not a murderer, but a hero.

Regarding this point, I think the Minister can still testify. "

Fudge cast a grateful look at him, and Lucius Malfoy forcefully pushed his wife down on her seat to prevent her from saying anything she shouldn't and damaging Fudge's face.

Fortunately, another lively person rushed into the box soon.

"Is everyone ready?" Ludo Bagman's round face shone like a giant spherical piece of cheese, "Minister - can we start?"

"Please start as soon as possible, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Ludo drew his wand and pointed it at his throat.

"The sound is loud!"

In an instant, his thunderous voice echoed through the packed stadium and reached every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen...welcome! Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Finals!"