I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone clutched their purchases and walked quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.

They could hear hundreds of people moving about, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

This frantic excitement was contagious, and Harry and the others couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

At the same time, they sharply saw the rose in Hermione's hand, and Lynn's hands with her.

Immediately, Harry, Ron, and George Freed all had self-evident smiles on their faces.

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, talking and joking loudly, and finally came out on the other side of the woods when they found themselves in the shadow of a huge gymnasium.

From the outside, only part of the magnificent golden wall around the stadium can be seen, but only from the outside, it is not a problem to hold ten cathedrals inside.

Mr. Weasley explained for them.

"This stadium can accommodate 100,000 spectators, and five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. Every inch of the place has been cursed to repel Muggles. During this year, whenever Muggles approached here, they They will suddenly think of urgent matters and walk away in a hurry... May God bless them."

There were special Ministry of Magic staff maintaining order at the entrance, and Lynn and his group took the tickets for a Ministry of Magic witch who was guarding the door to check them.

"First-class tickets." The sorceress at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Top box! Go straight upstairs, Arthur, go to the top."

Although Lynn's ticket was given by Leon, it was a joint seat with Weasley's ticket, which was obviously his intention.

The stairs leading to the gymnasium were covered with fuchsia carpets. They climbed up the steps with the crowd, and slowly the crowds entered the stands on the left and right.

Lynn and his group kept going up, and finally reached the top of the stairs, and found themselves in a small box, located at the highest point of the gymnasium, and facing the golden goal post, there were more than twenty purple and Gilt chairs, divided into two rows.

The stadium, which took a year to build by the British Ministry of Magic, does have its own uniqueness.

Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself.

From their vantage point, the field looked smooth as velvet, and on either side of the field were three shooting hoops, fifty feet high, and to their right, almost at Lynn's eye level, were A giant blackboard.

Words kept appearing and disappearing on the blackboard. If you look carefully at the content above, you will find that these are actually advertisements.

With such a big stadium and such a grand event, it will definitely cost a lot of money whether it is built or held. If all the money is borne by the British Ministry of Magic, then this year's Ministry of Magic's internal finances will inevitably be high. deficit.

Therefore, it is obviously the right decision to fill this big hole by obtaining advertising fees.

After all, this is the final of the Quidditch World Cup, and Quidditch's status in the minds of wizards in the wizarding world is even higher than football's status in the hearts of Muggles.

Muggles have more than football as a sport, but the only sport that wizards really recognize is Quidditch.

That's why there are about 100,000 wizards gathered here. It may be an exaggeration to say that it accounts for half of the total population of the world's magic community, but at least a quarter of them.

Under such circumstances, the advertising fee in the finals is naturally not low, and even sky-high prices will be auctioned.

Lynn saw many industries in which his shares participated in the product advertisements that kept flashing. It is estimated that Old John also participated in the bidding for the advertising space.

Lynn was studying the advertising space over there, and Harry chatted with the house elf Winky who was in the same box.

After all, old Crouch loves his son. Although little Crouch is only 8 or 8 years old in IQ, he still takes little Crouch in an invisibility cloak to watch his favorite Quidditch World Cup match , not afraid of any accidents in the middle, if it is discovered, then his reputation and career will be over.

It didn't take long for the box to gradually fill up with people.

Unsurprisingly, the first-class seats were all well-known wizards, even the Minister of Magic Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic who spoke Bulgarian incomprehensible to others also came to this box.

Fudge seemed to have completely forgotten that he had met Lynn at a dinner party a year ago and had a conversation with him. He just took Harry's hand and introduced him to the wizards around him.

But Harry didn't accept his favor, his face was very stiff.

He didn't have a good opinion of the Minister of Magic because of the Sirius incident this time. Up to now, the Ministry of Magic has not given Sirius a clear apology. Even now that Sirius is sitting in this box, those politicians are mostly like Ignoring him is like not seeing him.

Hermione was flipping through her velvet-bound, fringed game booklet.

"There will be a performance by the team mascot before the game," she read.

"Oh, that's always worth seeing," said Mr. Weasley. "The national teams have brought some curious animals from their own countries to put on a show here."

While they were talking about it, the last ad was erased from the blackboard on the playing field, and it read Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

On the right side of the stand was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

At the same moment Mr. Weasley leaned out of his seat.

"It's Veela!"

Harry and the others were basically hearing this term for the first time, just when they were about to ask what Veela was.

Bulgaria's mascot came first.

I saw a hundred women who were too beautiful to describe in words slid towards the center of the arena. Their skin was as white and delicate as moonlight, and their long hair was windless and automatic. Charm!

The breathing of most wizards on the field became heavy in an instant, and they couldn't help throwing away the Irish clover badges on their bodies, subconsciously thinking that they were fans of the Bulgarian team, and at the same time stood up involuntarily from their seats It's like wanting to jump off the stands and hug those veela.

Harry and Ron behaved in the same way. Except for those upper-level wizards who were used to the charm of Veela in the box, only Lynn, who saw this creature for the first time, did not show any abnormalities.

He was even thinking about analyzing the practicality of this magic.

"Indiscriminate large-scale charm magic, but these creatures are born with it. It should be very useful as a secret weapon, but if the enemy knows it in advance, there are many ways to resist it. There are no other extra means, and it is estimated that there is only the fate of being a mascot."