[HP] Time Corner

Chapter 11 Quidditch World Cup (2)

Sitting in front of the tent that had been set up, the Weasleys were having a lively discussion about the World Cup.

"Ireland must have won," grumbled Charlie. "They beat Peru in the semi-final."

"But Bulgaria has Viktor Krum," said Fred.

"Crum's all right, but he's one man, and Ireland have seven good players," said Charlie impatiently.

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Harry had been staying at No. 4 Privet Drive all summer, and he didn't know much about it. He was very interested in listening to it at this moment, but after a while, his attention was attracted by other things-it was really interesting There are too many things.

Apparating peddlers keep falling from the sky, pushing carts full of oddities and oddities.There were glowing rosettes—green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria—that screeched the names of the players; green tall hats decorated with shamrocks dancing in the wind; Bulgarian sash, Lions printed on it can really roar; there are national flags of two countries, waving and playing their respective national anthems; there are also small models of Firebolts that actually fly; Walking up and down on the palm of his hand, a smug air.

Ron and Harry went back and forth a few times, and already had a handful of things in their hands-Ron bought a dancing shamrock hat, a big green rose badge, but he also bought a Bulgarian A statuette of Seeker Viktor Krum.The tiny Krum walked up and down in Ron's hand, frowning at the green badge above him.Harry also bought three panoramic binoculars, Harry adjusted them, and he swears - the results are really good...

At this time, there was a deep and deep sound of gongs from somewhere far away in the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, brightening the road to the stadium.

"It's time!" Mr. Weasley's loud voice sounded on the field, looking very excited, "Hurry up, let's go." Harry and the others hurriedly gathered around Mr. Weasley.

The stairs to the gymnasium were covered with fuchsia carpet.Harry and his party climbed up the stairs together with the crowd, and slowly those people flowed into the stands on the left and right sides respectively.They walked up all the way, and finally reached the small box at the top of the stairs, which was at the highest point of the gymnasium.They sat in the first row.

When Draco followed his father to the box, what he saw was this scene - Cornelius Fudge was chatting with the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and their eyes drifted to Harry from time to time, and Harry - oh, his The little prince was concentrating on fiddling with his camera, completely unaware of those vague gazes.Draco's lips curled slightly.

"Ah, Lucius is here." Fudge, who saw them coming in, stood up.

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned away immediately.

"Ah, Fudge," said Malfoy, holding out his hand as he passed the Minister of Magic. "Hello. I assume you haven't met my wife, Narcissa? And our son, Dracora."

"Hello, hello," said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy, to which Narcissa gracefully returned, "permit me to introduce you to Mr. — he's the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, it doesn't matter, he doesn't understand what I'm saying anyway. Let me see who else — you know Arthur Weasley?"

Mr. Malfoy's icy gray-blue eyes scanned the row of seats up and down, past Mr. Weasley.

"My God, Arthur," he said softly, "what did you sell to get this top box seat? Surely your possessions aren't worth that much, are you?"

Fudge didn't catch what he was talking about. He said, "Lucius just made a large donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds recently, Arthur. He's my guest of honor."

"Oh—that's great," said Mr. Weasley with a forced smile on his face.

Finally, Mr. Malfoy's eyes flicked to Hermione.Facing the disdainful gaze, Hermione blushed slightly, but still looked at him without flinching.

"Father." Draco tugged at the hem of Lucius's robe, oh my god, does his father have such a clear love and hate.

Although he was like this before, he had to admit that Hermione had helped him a lot.Disdain and contempt, sorry, the current him——is not qualified to do so.

Staring at his son suspiciously, Lucius didn't say a word of sarcasm.He continued to walk towards his seat with a proud face.Draco gave Harry a deep look, then sat down between his parents.

"Nasty guy." Ron muttered, and he, Harry, and Hermione turned their attention to the field again.

Like the wind, Ludo Bagman rushed into the box.

"Is everyone ready?" He turned to Fudge. "Minister—can we begin?"

"Get started, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Ludo drew his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "Loud!" Then his words echoed like thunder through the packed arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause.Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, the scene was really lively.On the blackboard opposite them, it shows: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

"Wonder what they brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning out of his seat. "Ah!" He took off his glasses abruptly, and hurriedly wiped them on his robe, "Vela!"

"What's fascination—" Harry wondered.

At this time, a hundred Veevas had already slid towards the arena, and Harry's question was answered.Veela was a woman—the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen in his life.

They are too beautiful to be real.Their hair flows down their shoulders like mithril, and they seem to be flying gently without wind; their eyes are as deep as a pool of water, and when they stare at you, they seem to be looking at the whole world; their The skin is as bright and soft as the moon, and almost everyone who sees it will feel the desire to touch it...

Just then, the music started and the veela started dancing.

The entire arena seems to be shrouded in a dreamy atmosphere.

Glancing at the stage, Draco was uninterested.During the World Cup that year, he still had a feeling of infatuation, but—after knowing that the real body of this thing is a group of strange birds that transform when angry, his whole body is not good.

He emptied his mind out of boredom, but—his eyes became confused, a black flame suddenly ignited in the dreamy atmosphere of the arena in front of him, and the green-eyed messy-haired boy let the flame climb to himself, turned his head and smiled at him gently, and then melted For a piece of fly ash.

It's a nightmare!Must be a nightmare!Harry is alive! ! !He pinched himself violently, Qingming instantly returned to those gray-blue eyes.But it was too late, the tears he didn't expect for a moment were still vividly hanging on his cheeks, and Draco wiped them away in a hurry.He looked around in a panic. Arthur Weasley was pinching his thigh tightly, but his eyes were filled with crazy infatuation. The red-haired skunk made a gesture as if he was about to dive from the diving board, and stayed there for a while. Not moving at all...and, his dad—fortunately not paying attention to him.

However, except - Harry.Damn, shouldn't Potter be watching the show?Why do you look at him with a puzzled look like now.There was even—Hermione, oh my god, is he still alive! ! !

Draco turned his head inch by inch with difficulty, Merlin, let me wake up!

Harry was also very shocked at this moment, his mind had obviously gone blank just now, and he only felt a kind of extreme joy.When he was about to run out of his seat, he was hit by unstoppable sadness, and the veela performed in the center of the stage blurred into a judgment seat.The much older platinum boy - clearly the silhouette of Draco Malfoy, sat on the judging seat with a blank expression, his fists clenched.At that time, he thought that he was delusional. He subconsciously went to find Draco, but saw what he thought was a dream.The platinum boy who always raised his chin in front of him, the always proud Malfoy, was crying! ! !His heart constricted for a while, did something happen?And what exactly does what he just vaguely saw indicate?

Then, Draco, who realized that he had lost his composure, quickly adjusted his expression.But he was stalking people's faces like a little animal, thought Harry - and he was damn cute.

Harry didn't watch the following program, touched his heart which was beating faster and faster, his mind was full of thoughts.until--

"He got it—Krum got it—it's game over!" was Lou Bagman's crackling scream.

"Ah, I missed the game." Harry thumped his head angrily, but strangely, he didn't have much regret.