Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Is there any statistics on how many people this stadium can accommodate?"

Sherlock turned to Bill who was walking side by side with him and asked.

Bill was also amazed when he looked at the magnificent building in front of him. He shook his head, indicating that he was not sure.

Mr. Weasley, who was still leading the way, answered his question.

"One hundred thousand people. In order to build this stadium, the Ministry of Magic kept five hundred employees busy for a whole year. During this year, Muggle expulsion spells were cast everywhere in the vicinity. Whenever a Muggle came near, they would "I will think of urgent things and leave immediately." (100,000 people and 500 employees are the terms in the original work. This is also the most buggy part of the original plot. The gap between the number of people here and the number of students in Hogwarts is too huge. )

Sherlock was also amazed by this.

A stadium of this size is indeed rare, especially if it is built away from the sight of Muggles, which will undoubtedly be more troublesome.

They passed the ticket gate with tickets in hand, and then walked up the stairs.

The two tickets Kingsley gave Sherlock and the Weasley family got themselves were all located in the luxury box on the top floor. Sitting here to watch the game were also high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic.

After they entered the box and sat down, there was a giant blackboard on the huge stadium facing them that was displaying advertisements.

Obviously this World Cup also has sponsors, which is in line with the characteristics of modern society, but most of the mainstream living habits of wizards still remain one hundred or even two hundred years ago.

This gives the entire magical world a very conflicting atmosphere.

At such a time, of course Sherlock would not think about society and humanities without understanding the style. The whole stadium was very lively.

Even before the game started, the fans' enthusiasm was already so intense that it seemed to light up the entire night sky.

Waves of green and red are clearly defined, with the two colors representing the Irish and Bulgarian teams respectively.

“Ireland wins!!!”

There was a roar and a tsunami, and the green wave was surging. Even Harry and the others in the box couldn't help being infected. They all stood up and shouted Wan Sheng.

The red wave on the other side is not to be outdone. Even though this is the home stadium of the British and Irish teams, as an extremely rare global event in the wizarding world, nearly one-fifth of the wizards from all over the world have flocked here. The British wizards on the court Instead, they became a minority.

“Bulgaria must win!!!”

After the roar of the mountains on both sides, a small-scale conflict broke out between the fans at the junction of the green and red crowds. However, the Aurors who had been tense and prepared were most concerned about this moment.

Before the conflict escalated to the point of shooting each other with wands, they had already resolutely knocked out several of the troublemakers and took them away.

Sherlock, who saw this scene through the panoramic telescope, also saw Kingsley among the Aurors.

He, who used to have a very good temper, was actually yelling, but this was normal. If they had not stopped the conflict in time, once the conflict escalated, there would be no need to hold the World Cup final.

When Sherlock regained his attention, Harry and the others had already sat down. At some point, he noticed a house elf sitting in the row behind them, and mistook her for Dobby. After asking, Then I found out her name was Twinkle.

Winky was a little afraid of heights, but she still obediently helped her master occupy an empty seat. When Harry was talking to her, she also revealed some information about Dobby's current situation.

It was not until later that the Minister of Magic Fudge brought the Bulgarian Minister of Magic and Lucius into the box. From their conversation, Harry and the others learned that Winky was a house elf of the Crouch family.

When Lucius entered the box and saw Hermione, he frowned obviously, with a look of disgust on his face. When he met Mr. Weasley, he still sneered arrogantly and taunted her, showing off the style of a pure-blood family.

Silk, who was sitting next to Sherlock, frowned slightly, tilted his head and whispered into Sherlock's ear.

"There's something annoying about this guy."

Sherlock was noncommittal.

"He used to be a Death Eater and spent a lot of money to clear his name after Voldemort's fall."

Hearing Sherlock say this, Hilke's frown deepened.

No matter from any perspective, she only had a bad feeling towards groups like Death Eaters.

Sherlock noticed the change in Hilke's mood, and he habitually touched her head.

"Don't pay attention to such a person. He is just a shabby and pitiful weed on the wall. Those who are now imprisoned in Azkaban are the real group of people who deserve to die."

His voice was calm, as if he was stating a fact that would happen in the near future.

Silk said "Yeah" in obedience, and then pulled his head away from Sherlock's hand with an unhappy face.

Sherlock shrugged, unfazed.

While they were talking quietly, before the final, the mascot performances of the two teams' countries began.

Bulgaria surprised everyone by sending a team of Veela. Their natural beauty and innate charming magic caused a burst of exclamations from the 100,000 people in the entire stadium as soon as they appeared on the stage.

Most of the wizards were fascinated by these natural beauties. They stood blankly forward, the fascination on their faces clearly visible.

The people in the box where Sherlock was sitting were all mature and steady wizards. There were basically few people who were controlled by Veela's charm magic. There were only Ron and Lucius's son Draco. The most obvious performance.

Like Harry, having seen Fleur before, he already had some immunity. Although he still stared at the Veela in a daze, at least it was not to the point of obsession.

Sherlock was not affected at all. He glanced at the Veela in the center of the arena, then turned to look at Hilke with a smile.

Silk also noticed his gaze and turned his head to look at him doubtfully.

"Not as good-looking as our Amy. "

Silk was stunned for a moment, then a faint blush appeared on his face unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth curled up subconsciously.

It could be seen that she was very happy, but even so, she did not forget to straighten her face again and corrected her words seriously.

"It's Vera, we agreed before."

"Yes, yes, we agreed, Vera. Look, your hat fell to the ground. Let me pick it up for you."

The dancing clover hat fell under the chair at some point.

It was very inconvenient to bend down and reach out to take it out, so Sherlock simply used control magic directly.

And just after he expanded the area of ​​​​controlling magic, Sherlock suddenly froze, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the house elf named Winky, who claimed to be occupying the position for her master!