Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 272 Quidditch World Cup

"Um, Dad, didn't you say our tickets were the best?"

Ron asked stupidly.

But when faced with his youngest son's question, Mr. Weasley was so embarrassed that he was speechless.

George stepped forward and answered everyone's questions: "Mike is a sponsor of the Quidditch World Cup, so it's not surprising that he gets some special privileges."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present had a look of sudden enlightenment on their faces. They had heard earlier that Mike had opened many companies at a young age. The only surprise was that he could now sponsor competitions of the level of the Quidditch World Cup.

"How much money did he sponsor?!"

Ron asked hurriedly. He was very nervous about anything to do with gold galleons.

"How should I know?" George knocked Ron on the head and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. The new ticket inspector is here. Let's go in quickly."

On the other side, Mike and Penelope were respectfully led into the stadium by the female ticket inspector.

As soon as he entered the stadium, what caught Mike's eyes was not only the huge and magnificent stadium, but also a huge blackboard at the highest point of the stadium. It was as if an invisible big hand was writing with chalk, and golden words and patterns kept flashing on it.

The words and pictures above are what Mike is quite familiar with - advertisements.

Ads from all sponsors including Los Santos Corporation.

Dolphin Magic Drink—Delicious and Refreshing.

Then, a picture of frozen Dolphin magic drink dripping with water appeared, which looked very appetizing.

……

Los Santos Magic Towel—Super smart, automatically does whatever you want it to do!
Then a towel man with cartoon facial features appeared, smiled at everyone and gave a thumbs up.

……

The advertising slogans on the blackboard played in a loop, but it was obvious that the quality of the Los Santos series of advertisements was much better than other advertisements.

While other advertisements were still using countless words to describe the functions of their products, the promoters in Los Santos had already brought in the advanced knowledge of Muggle society, using catchy slogans and gorgeous pictures to promote their products.

Nodding with satisfaction, Mike followed the ticket inspector's instructions and walked into a private room.

This box is located at the highest point of the entire stadium, facing the golden goalposts, and can be said to be the best place to watch goals.

There were about twenty purple-gold chairs here, neatly arranged in two groups. Some of the seats were already occupied by people, and the only people Mike recognized among them were the Malfoy family.

They obviously noticed Mike as well. Lucius instinctively put on a beautiful aristocratic smile on his face and moved his body slightly as if he wanted to stand up to greet Mike.

But the next moment he saw Penelope next to Mike, so he stopped and could no longer hold back the fake smile on his face.

Do not misunderstand.

The well-informed Mr. Lucius would naturally not be impressed by Penelope's beauty like Harry and Ron. He just recognized Penelope's identity, a Muggle-born wizard.

This made him give up the idea of ​​greeting Mike and the others. After all, taking the initiative to greet Muggle-born wizards was absolutely unacceptable for them, the 'noble pure-bloods'.

Of course, Michael is an exception, his strength and wealth are enough to make Lucius ignore his background.

But Lucius actually didn't quite understand Mike.

According to his idea, an outstanding man like Mike should try his best to marry a girl from a pure-blood family to improve the bloodline of the next generation.

Then the next generation continues to marry those with the purest bloodline.

In this way, after two or three generations, the Townley family might be able to barely qualify as a pure-blood family.

Instead of doing what is happening now, looking for a Muggle witch with an equally dirty bloodline.

Maybe he just wanted to have fun.

Lucius felt better thinking about this, and the smile on his face became more natural. He nodded at Mike as a greeting.

It is not advisable to hit a smiling person. Mike nodded to Lucius, and then he easily found the two front seats in the first row according to the numbers on the ticket and sat down.

Draco's face turned completely dark. He was already very dissatisfied with his father's initiative to greet Mike, and now he couldn't sit still when he saw that Mike and the others' seats were better than theirs.

But in fact, this is not the best seat in the box. Next to Mike's seat, there are three seats that are closer to the court. They must be reserved by Fudge for himself and some of the most distinguished guests.

Mike guessed correctly, Fudge came to the box quickly, greeted everyone in the box one by one, and then sat down next to Mike.

"Hey, Mike, how are you?" Fudge took a long breath and pointed to a man next to him and said, "Let me introduce you, this is the Bulgarian Minister of Magic!"

Mike looked in the direction of Fudge's finger and saw a middle-aged man in a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold edges, smiling and nodding at him.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to chat with him any more, Mike didn't say anything and just nodded.

But Fudge obviously didn't think so. He introduced Mike to the Bulgarian minister with difficulty in broken English with some gestures.

It’s a pity that the other party seemed to not understand English at all. He spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

Fudge had no choice but to give up when he saw this. He took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face, and kept looking towards the entrance of the box.

"Have you seen Harry?"

Mike glanced at Fudge in confusion and replied:
"They are behind me."

"Really? I hope they won't be late. I specially gave Weasley a ticket here."

When he said that, Mike immediately understood. Mr. Weasley was just an insignificant little figure in the Ministry of Magic. Such a person was able to get tickets to this box, and seven or eight at a time. This was obviously due to Harry's help.

Fudge just wanted to find a more natural excuse to invite Harry over, and then show off in front of his international friends.

Mike guessed right again. When Harry finally arrived at the box, Fudge was the first to greet him. He greeted the Weasley family perfunctorily, then enthusiastically took Harry's hand and began to introduce him to the Bulgarian minister.

The Bulgarian was obviously also very interested in Harry. He touched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead and talked a lot.

Fudge felt relieved. After a while, Fudge escorted Weasley and his group to their seats.

When Mr. Weasley saw the Malfoy family sitting behind them, his face immediately fell.

"Nice to meet you, Weasley." Lucius stood up and greeted Mr. Weasley in a seemingly friendly manner, but then he said in a low voice that could be heard clearly by people around him, "What did you sell to get this seat in the top box? Your belongings are definitely not worth that much money, right?"

Mr. Weasley's face instantly turned as red as his hair. Getting a first-class ticket had been his main topic of bragging for some time, and being mocked by his old rival Malfoy made him furious.

Fudge looked at Lucius meaningfully, then, as if he had not heard what he said, he said to Mr. Weasley:
"Mr. Malfoy has recently made a large donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He is my guest of honor."

Mike silently gave Fudge a thumbs up.

Fudge's words seemed to be a warning to Mr. Weasley not to conflict with Malfoy, but what he actually meant was, 'They were bought in with money, unlike you, who are the best.'

Sure enough, Mr. Weasley was no longer angry after hearing this, while the Malfoy family still looked arrogant.

Mike shook his head silently and stopped looking at the situation behind him.

It's not without reason that Mr. Weasley despises Lucius. This guy is really useless except for being rich. His EQ and IQ are completely crushed. He can't even understand such low-level rhetoric, but he still has a sense of superiority.

As Fudge returned to Mike's side, Mike's old acquaintance in the commentary booth, Ludo Bagman, finally officially announced the start of the World Cup.

Accompanied by the cheers, screams and various chaotic national anthems of one hundred thousand people, all the patterns on the original blackboard disappeared, and what appeared next was: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

Then, the Bulgarian team's mascots, a hundred Veela, slid to the center of the field.

"Merlin's beard! It's a Veela!"

"This is really..."

...

There were sporadic sounds of surprise coming from behind Mike, and it was obvious that these people were very surprised by the appearance of the Veela.

The beauty of these Veela has already surpassed the limits of human adjectives. Just standing there, they attracted the attention of all the men present.

Then they began to dance.

As a result, most of the men present went crazy.

In their world, everything else disappeared, leaving only the elf-like figures in the center of the field.

Mike saw with his own eyes that in the stands near the box, all the men, young and old, had their eyes wide open and were making gestures towards the Veela, as if they wanted to hug them directly.

What's worse, some even jumped down from the stands.

This is the talent of the Veela, a terrifying charm that can make any male creature lose control!
Mike was not panicked about this. He had already cast the brain-blocking spell. At this moment, he was watching the dance of the veela in the audience with an expressionless face.

There were many people in the box who were not charmed like him, and Minister Fudge and the Bulgarian minister were among them.

Minister Bulgaria activated the brain block just like Mike, while Minister Fudge relied on the glowing silver pendant on his chest.

Upon seeing this, the Bulgarian minister showed a mocking smile on his face, and it was obvious that he looked down on Fudge's behavior of relying on external things.

The dance continued. To be honest, leaving aside the charm of the Veela, their dance was actually very average, even worse than those dances Mike had seen in his previous life where the clothes would disappear while they were dancing.

If the Veela in the audience were not so beautiful, Mike would never have been interested in this kind of dance.

The men present were all engrossed in the Veela's dance, but the women felt uncomfortable.

Hermione was trying to hold Ron and Harry back to prevent them from jumping off the box, but she would occasionally glance at Mike, as if to see if he was also mesmerized by the bastards in the audience. Mr. Weasley was being held by George and Fred.

Behind them, the Malfoys were looking at their ugly appearance with contempt. Draco also looked up like his father, looking at Harry proudly, while his right hand was rubbing his thigh.

This was the pinch his mother gave him to wake him up after he was bewitched just now. It hurt.

Penelope was naturally familiar with the creatures called Veela. She knew very well that Veela's abilities were extremely lethal to men, so when she saw Mike acting as if nothing had happened, she opened her mouth in surprise.

Then she laughed and said nothing, but just held Mike's hand a little tighter.

Perhaps because the protests from the female audience were too loud, the performance of those veela did not last long and they left soon.

The male spectators were not happy about this and started shouting and protesting wildly. Some even threw cups and garbage onto the court.

It’s a pity that Ludo didn’t care about that and directly announced the appearance of the Irish team’s mascot.

The spectators only heard a whoosh sound, and a green and gold comet-like object flew into the stadium. Then it suddenly split into two smaller comets, each of which drew a rainbow in the air and flew into the cylindrical door frames on both sides of the stadium.

This gorgeous special effect instantly attracted everyone's attention. There were bursts of surprises from the crowd, and the men who were originally a little angry also quieted down.

Then, the rainbow gradually disappeared, and the two shining big balls linked together became bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a huge clover that circled into the sky. Not only that, with the rotation of the huge clover, countless golden little things were thrown down. Mike was quick to grab one of them, and found that it was gold Galleons.

Everyone went crazy. They stood up and scrambled for the gold coins frantically, even the people in this small box were no exception.

Mike didn't move. He had already seen the truth of the show. The huge shamrock was actually made up of countless Irish leprechauns holding lanterns.

Legend has it that these goblins possess countless gold coins, which is indeed true. However, the gold coins they possess are all fake. They are conjured up by magic and are not recognized by Gringotts.

"Hey, Mike, hurry up and grab it. Even though this thing will disappear after a while, it is also a symbol of luck."

Fudge grabbed a handful of gold coins, sat back in his seat panting and said to Mike.

He obviously knew what the gold coins were, but he still went to grab them.

This is not to say that he is greedy for money. In fact, although the leprechaun's gold coins cannot be used as gold galleons, they do have beautiful meanings.

But Mike was unmoved, he just smiled and shook his head.

He was not a British person in his previous life, so he doesn't believe this.

(End of this chapter)