Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

After a whole afternoon of salty fish, the competition finally started in the evening, and the crowds of people were all heading towards the competition field. This kind of wizard gathering feeling is quite good.

Although Hema still doesn't understand what's so interesting about this sport, others think that he has to talk about it without looking at the time.

After walking with Mr. Arthur for a while, a huge stadium appeared in everyone's eyes. The size made Hema feel a little scary. It is said that it can accommodate hundreds of thousands of spectators.

But Hema thought about it, are there really 100,000 wizards in the world who like Quidditch? At first he thought this was the case, but when he entered the ticket inspection, he found that not only ordinary wizards, but also many other races.

So he understood that these 100,000 people are really not fake, but there are indeed fewer and fewer mages in the UK. Is it because Voldemort caused too few children?

But Harry's generation is all powerful genius tasks, and they will all have some achievements in the future. This is a small but fine manifestation.

"First-class ticket, top floor, go up from this side!" The witch shouted impatiently, Mr. Arthur got the card and walked up, and they also checked the tickets one after another.

Hema immediately felt the simplicity of the wizards, the top class of the first-class ticket and the ordinary ticket class were treated the same, and they were all impatiently urged.

If such a situation were to be placed in modern Muggle society, it would definitely not exist. This is also good, everyone is equal. Of course, it is also possible that this witch has a more serious relationship.

I went directly to the top floor from the side stairs, and there were fewer and fewer people around. It seems that the first-class ticket on the top floor is still good, so I don’t have to squeeze with other people.

Hema went to the top floor and looked down, as if sitting in a football field magnified hundreds of times. It was very shocking. Of course, there were routine advertisements, but they were all very interesting. He even saw the two Weasley brothers shop.

"Where did you two get the money?"

"Well, this is what my father invested in us. He said that this is a very good opportunity. Our local fire is just a start, and we need to let the world know the existence of our magic weapons."

"Well, that's great, Mr. Weasley."

"It's nothing, it's just a whim." Mr. Arthur smiled. Although he didn't say it clearly, it could be seen that he was very happy to be praised at this time.

"Dobby?" Harry saw a familiar figure, but when the other person raised his head, Harry froze for a moment, "No?"

"I'm not Dobby, but I know him. Dobby is my good friend. My name is Winky. Hello, sir."

"Hi Winky." Harry held out his hand too, but Winky trembled.

"No no, Winky doesn't deserve to be reconciled, are you Harry Potter?"

"Well, Dobby told you about me?"

"Yes, but recently he's not normal." Winky said something, Harry frowned, what's going on?

"He wants to find a job, to work and grow freely, this is nonsense, he may be crazy!"

"No! He's really free!" Hearing what Winky said, Harry showed a smile. Dodge finally understood the true meaning of freedom, not to protect him and take care of him, but to really live for himself!

"But the elf wants to...serve the master...must..."

"Your master? What are you doing here?" Harry asked her suddenly, and Winky was taken aback, as if frightened. "The master just asked me to reserve a seat for him."

Hema also came over at this time, and saw the undulations on the seat next to Winky at a glance. This is Little Crouch, as long as you kill him, but if you kill him now, all your efforts will be in vain, what an irony!

In order to let Voldemort come out, Hema can only hold back now, but now little Crouch should be controlled by the spell, right? Voldemort thought he was dead.

So just kill it quietly, but will it be exposed? Hema was a little overwhelmed, but if he didn't kill him,

Batty Sr. was just...but they'll meet again tonight, and maybe take advantage of that.

An idea popped up in Hema's mind, her eyes flickered, and she muttered to herself, "I'll let you go this time, and we'll see each other next time."

After everyone was seated, more wizards came to this box after a while. The originally loose box was a little crowded, but it was still much better than usual.

The last to come were two men, Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, and the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria.

Then Percy started to lick dog mode again, but Fudge paid more attention to Harry, and then introduced Harry to some wizards, while Hema sat in the corner by herself, enjoying the comfort of not being disturbed.

However, a few minutes later, there was still a low cry from the side, and then two middle-aged wizards approached and greeted with smiles on their faces, "Are you Mr. Aibo?"

"You don't need to be honored, I'm just an ordinary little wizard."

"No, you are a real warrior. My name is Derby, and his name is Theseus."

Then there was another exchange of pleasantries, and as soon as they left, a few more people came and talked nonsense about making friends with him, and then Hema frowned.

In an instant, the dragon's breath and his own momentum forced the wizard who came to chat back in an instant. He didn't understand that he had done such a thing, and he received this kind of attention. Dumbledore must be more powerful.

"Hema Abbott, it's been a long time since we met last time, right?" Fudge also finished blowing water at this time, and walked over.

Although the other party still looks like a big belly, his complexion has changed a lot, but his eyes are also a little bit brighter. This guy has really worked hard recently, but I don't know how much effort he has.

"Long time no see, Minister."

"Well, I'm actually embarrassed to call me Minister. Although I am a minister, I really didn't play a big role in the actions against these dark organizations. I can only cooperate as much as I can."

"But you're doing much better than before, aren't you?" Hema also spoke bluntly, and the people next to her were also shocked. You really dare to say it.

Fudge was not angry, and nodded. I actually wanted to be lazy, but sometimes, if you don’t work hard, everything will be gone. I envy Dumbledore and you, who are very capable, can directly to help others.

So I can't do it, and I can help other people. Of course, the top blood is one aspect, and that person is another aspect. "

Fudge's words surprised the people around him. That person must be the Black Demon... Could it be that those rumors are true! ?

"I think he might do something today, of course I have a hunch, this is a good opportunity for him to announce his return."

"I feel it too, or Dumbledore and some fortune tellers from the Ministry of Magic also said it, but they dare not go too far, this game is still to be enjoyed!"

Fudge smiled, but in fact he was very nervous, his hands trembled several times, Hema could still see it, but it was already very good to be able to do this.

"Of course, the next big show will be left to you and Dumbledore. I can only watch it on the sidelines." Fudge said one last sentence, then stood up and walked towards the terrace.

Hema looked at the back of the other party, and said, "I will try my best, and I hope that Mr. Minister will not, and I will fall into the pit first."

"It won't happen this time!" Fudge finished speaking, pointed his wand at his neck, and activated the amplifying spell, "Everyone, I won't talk nonsense, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to come! The 422nd Quidditch Odd World Cup finals! Start now!!"

Accompanied by a burst of cheers, the game officially started. It was supposed to be called by someone from the Department of Magic and Sports, but that guy didn't know where to go, so the minister had to go up in person.

And Hema also noticed that Lucius wasn't there. He remembered that in the plot, Lucius and Malfoy were messing around, but they didn't do anything.

Hema suddenly felt that Voldemort's side might change, but Hema didn't think he would not seize this opportunity to announce his return! You are patient, and so are Dumbledore and I! Then we will wait slowly!