I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 228 The game begins

Elizabeth was easy to fool. After a few words, she was sent to Harry's place to watch the game. After all, they both played the game of finding the ball. If they communicated with each other, the experience of watching the game would be better.

As for Louis, he just came to watch the fun. After all, he didn't want to stay at home to take care of his eldest nephew, which would be boring.

Little brat... Children are at the age when they are annoying. Louis is really afraid that he will learn to be annoying without any guidance.

Ron took out his panoramic telescope and started to adjust it. When everything was ready, he picked up the telescope and looked at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"This thing is really great." Ron said with emotion, "I mean, this thing can actually be replayed. If I want, I can even replay how Louis pulled the ribbon on Christasa's legs... again, again... Tsk, Louis..."

He had an envious look on his face and was wondering when he could play a trick on Hermione like this.

Fourth-year Hermione has grown up completely. It must be said that the girl is really pretty, but she is also really cerebral palsy in some areas. She is not paying attention to the meeting room in front of her at all. She is concentrating on writing in her notebook and drawing for her house-elf rescue committee.

Harry pulled the velvet-bound, fringed instructions for the game from her pocket, flipped through them, found the page about the opening ceremony, and read aloud, "Oh, that's really good. There will be a performance by the team's mascot before the game."

"Mascot?" Louis let go of Christasza and turned his head to ask, "Harry, think about it, if Hogwarts needs a mascot, what should it be?"

The pronoun he uses here is he, not it.

"A mascot?" Harry looked up in thought. "A lion?"

"No, that's Gryffindor's mascot." Louis looked at the Weasley twins again: "George, Fred, what do you think?"

"Acromantula?" they both said in unison.

Louis didn't comment, and looked at Ginny who was practicing ****: "What do you think, Ginny?"

"Ah? Ah..." Ginny glanced at Harry shyly. Before she could say anything, George interrupted, "Don't worry, sister. It's definitely not Harry."

Ginny glared back at him fiercely, which probably meant that if he kept talking nonsense, she would be torn to pieces.

"So, what is it, Louis?" Ron asked eagerly.

Louis spread his hands, looked at Catherine, then looked at Percy, and said maliciously: "Wetherby..."

The whole box was silent for two or three seconds, as if no one expected Louis to give this answer, and then there was a burst of laughter. Percy didn't know what was happening here and kept looking over here.

"Hey, Mr. Mascot." George picked up the juice glass on the tea table: "Cheers to Weatherby--"

"Cheers to Weatherby." Everyone raised their glasses and toasted Percy with a smile.

Percy looked at them with a dark expression, thinking that this nickname was not going to work...

"I think you should stay away from Barty Crouch. After all, he can't even remember your name." Charlie patted Percy's shoulder and said meaningfully.

But Percy who could listen to advice would not be Percy anymore.

Although this box was full, the neighboring boxes seemed to be occupied by big shots in the wizarding world. People kept coming over to say hello, and Percy kept standing up and sitting down as if he was sitting on a hedgehog. When the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge himself, arrived, Percy bowed too low and his glasses fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

He was extremely embarrassed and quickly fixed his lenses with his wand, then sat in his seat in a daze.

Social death belongs to that category.

Cornelius Fudge greeted Dumbledore first, then Louis, and then he chatted with Harry as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for many years. Percy's eyes were full of jealousy, that look was like an unpopular little fat girl seeing the class beauty who was the center of attention.

After all, Harry and Fudge knew each other. Fudge held Harry's hand kindly like an old father, asked him about his well-being, and introduced him to the wizard next to him.

Louis didn't know why, but he always had the illusion that he wanted Harry to sing a song about how the minister's kindness could never be repaid.

"Harry Potter! You know!" he shouted to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic beside him - the man was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim and seemed to understand no English.

"Harry Potter! Oh, my God." Fudge slapped his head and pointed at the scar on Harry's forehead. "Oh, think about it, you should know who he is, the boy who escaped from the hands of the mysterious man. You must know who he is, right?"

Although the Bulgarian Minister of Magic didn't understand what Fudge was saying, he followed Fudge's finger and saw the scar on Harry's forehead. He immediately pointed excitedly and muttered a long string of words loudly.

"I knew you would understand." Fudge waved his hand tiredly and said to Harry, "I am not good at languages. In this case, Barty Crouch is needed... God, I am so tired. I don't know where this guy has gone."

But Harry had his own ideas. He extended his hand politely and spoke in Russian. As a country in the former camp of Russia, Russian is more commonly used than English: "Hello, dear sir."

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic immediately shook his hand and spoke in fluent Russian: "Oh, the boy who survived, let me take a good look at you... God, I have heard about your magical experience a long time ago. Hello, I am the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, Obalonsk, nice to meet you."

Harry shook hands stiffly. He turned to look at Sirius, but found that his godfather was not looking at him at all. He was happily playing cat's tuck with Snape and Emma.

He was also a bit of a social expert, so he broke the distance with just a few words. After chatting for a few words, Fudge reminded loudly: "Ha, look who's here? Lucius..."

Sure enough, the door opened and Lucius and his family of three walked in. He first shook hands with Fudge politely, then greeted Dumbledore, then walked up to Louis and bowed slightly.

"Your Highness."

"Hey, Uncle Lucius." Louis nodded and picked up the fruit plate on the table and handed it to Lucius: "Try it, this year's new product, it's good for magic."

Lucius was not polite either. Under Fudge's horrified gaze, he put the plate of dried fruits into his pocket. "Chris, go get some dried fruits for Uncle Lucius." After Louis said that, Draco came over and greeted him with a smile.

"How are you and your little girlfriend, Astoria?" Louis' sudden words made Lucius and Narcissa's ears prick up, and they looked at Draco vigilantly.

Draco waved his hands quickly, his face flushed with anxiety. He was currently in the stage of secret crush and hadn't revealed the mystery yet. After being treated like this by Louis, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Look at you. Harry already has a girlfriend, and now look at you." Louis said with a look of disgust, "You don't want to be the only single person in this room, do you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sirius and Snape started coughing violently at the same time.

Wow, there are three single dogs in total. If Chromie is included, there should be four.

"I'm only in the third grade, and the school will only start in the fourth grade. There's no rush..." Draco defended himself hesitantly, but was suddenly interrupted by Narcissa.

"It's already the fourth grade, aren't you worried that someone will snatch her away?" Narcissa's eyes were filled with hatred for her son. "When your father was your age, he already dared to confess his love to me. What about you? Look at you..."

Draco lowered his head and said nothing. Ron and Louis looked at each other, both trying not to laugh.

Lucius had turned his gaze to Arthur at this time. He walked over and stretched out his hand to Arthur: "Arthur, long time no see."

"Well, hello, Lucius." Arthur was still a little uncomfortable shaking hands with Lucius, but since the other party was willing to show goodwill, he didn't mind returning the smile.

"It is a pleasant thing to be able to take time out of your busy schedule to watch the World Cup." Lucius had a reserved smile on his face. "I believe you should also have a deep understanding of this. I think the work of the Department for the Prevention of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts is not an easy job either."

"Hey, who said it wasn't." Mr. Weasley laughed and patted his belly. "Look, you've lost weight. The waistband that Molly just sewed for me, looks like I'll have to sew it in again in a couple of days."

"But I don't think you're going to lose weight." Lucius poked Mr. Weasley in the stomach with his snake-head stick, making the latter laugh.

Aunt Molly looked at her husband in horror, wondering how come the Weasleys and the Malfoys became so close?

Fortunately, Narcissa did not go to find her, but went to chat with Solanlian. After learning that the person in front of her was Louis' mother, she immediately put on a serious face.

It’s a pity that Yin San Sui doesn’t want to pay attention to anyone now and just wants to play with the cat’s cradle in his hand.

Solanlian pulled the sleeve of the shocked Narcissa and tapped her head with her index finger. Narcissa immediately understood. Solanlian simply whispered to Narcissa about Emma's special situation, which immediately aroused the latter's sympathy.

Women are generally stronger in empathy.

Dumbledore saw that they were standing there and it was not a good idea, so he stretched out his hand and conjured up a pile of tables and chairs for everyone to sit down. At this time, Ludo Bagman rushed into the box and shouted: "Is everyone ready? Minister - can we start?"

His chubby face shone like a shiny tortilla.

"Just start when you say start, Ludo," Fudge said kindly.

Ludo Bagman drew his wand, pointed it at his throat, and said, "Sonorus!"

Then, his words resounded like thunder throughout the packed stadium. His voice echoed above everyone's heads like rolling thunder, spreading loudly to every corner of the stands.

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

The audience cheered and applauded. Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem. The scene was really lively. On the blackboard opposite them, the last line of the advertisement: "Bibi's Every Flavour Beans - Every Bite is an Adventure!" was erased, and now it showed: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, enough chit-chat, allow me to introduce - the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stands was a neat array of bright red, which now erupted in loud cheers. "I wonder what they brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward from his seat.

"Ah!" He jerked off his glasses and wiped them hastily on his robes. "Veela—"

Harry was still shouting, "What are Veela?" But no one answered him. Everyone's eyes were attracted by the Veela in the field and they were watching them intently.

Louis was no exception. He adjusted his direction and looked down, only to see a hundred Veela sliding towards the arena.

Veela were women, without a doubt, some of the prettier women Louis had ever seen. However, unlike Harry, who was drooling, Louis looked away after just two glances.

It's not interesting. His legs are not as long as Catherine's, he is not as pretty as Catherine, his skin is not as good as Ye Ziyan's, and he doesn't look as well-behaved as Christasa. He hugged his arms, adjusted to a more comfortable posture, and put his legs in Christasa's arms.

"Why aren't you looking, little deer?" Catherine retracted her gaze and turned to Louis.

"It's nothing." Louis shrugged. "It's not like I haven't seen the world. Do you think I'm Harry?"

After saying that, he looked into the room, only to find that except for Emma, ​​Sirius and the Snape trio, everyone was staring intently at the Veela on the field.

"Oh my God, they can't be real people - why does their skin glow like the moon, and why does their hair blow in the wind even when there is no wind..." Harry muttered to himself, looking through the telescope.

Soon, he was speechless. The Veela began to dance, and his mind went blank with the Veela's dance. His nose felt hot, and two red lines were pulled out from his nostrils, but he was unaware of it.

Louis saw Harry's pig-like appearance, looked down at the Veela on the field, pushed Catherine, pinched Ye Ziyan, and whispered: "You two watch carefully, learn, go back and dance for me..."

The two girls looked at each other and chose to ignore Louis, but they both competed secretly in their hearts, determined to learn the dance of these veelas and not let the other get ahead.

(End of this chapter)