Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 253, Section 251: The Bulgarian Demon?

After finishing his regular day of training, Draco awkwardly approached Dudley.

"Brother D."

Dudley didn't speak, he just looked at him quietly, his meaning was very clear.

Spit it out.

Under Dudley's gaze, Draco shuddered and his speech became much more fluent.

"Hey, I managed to get a few tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, want some?"

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Dudley looked at Draco seriously: "You should know that we're not very interested in Quidditch."

"Speak, what is it?"

I'm not particularly interested in the World Cup; I'd rather spend the time watching the games practicing spells and learning more.

The main reason is that Dali simply wasn't interested in the sport.

According to the rules of Quidditch, catching the Golden Snitch earns you 150 points and ends the game, and Dudley can catch it in one minute if he wants to.

The Golden Thief, who was as fast as lightning and as agile as a cat in other people's eyes, was just so-so in Dudley's eyes.

It's completely meaningless.

"Actually, it was Pansy and the others who asked me to invite you over."

Draco stammered for a long time before finally speaking, then looked down at Dudley: "Everyone misses Draco."

miss?

School starts soon, so we won't be able to see each other all the time, right?

Seeing Dudley's lack of interest, Draco forced himself to continue, albeit nervously.

"They have prepared a lot of exquisite cookies and black tea, which are very chewy and will surely satisfy you."

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When does the competition start?

"It will be held next Monday night."

"Talk to the others and ask for their opinions."

"So, Brother D, you agree?!"

Draco exclaimed in delight.

Taking a break is fine, after all, you've been studying for almost a whole holiday, so it's not impossible to change your mood and relax a bit. Anyway, the Quidditch World Cup only lasts a few days in total.

Well, Dudley will definitely not admit that his "teething stick" was the one that finished the meal.

Unsurprisingly, everyone agreed.

The brain-blocking technique can be so intense that your head will feel like it's about to split open, so proper relaxation is essential.

Monday arrived quickly, and Dudley and the others successfully reached the Quidditch World Cup venue in Dartmoor, the same place where Harry won the World's Greatest Wizarding Card Tournament last semester.

Of course, not through the door key.

That stuff, like the Knight Bus, isn't very stomach-friendly.

The Quidditch World Cup is a tournament held every four years, selecting teams from all over the world. Just like the World Cup held for ordinary people, Quidditch enthusiasts from all over the world flock here, with an initial estimate of as many as 100,000 wizards.

The wizard in charge of registration at the Quidditch encampment searched for a while on a parchment scroll with writing that slid up and down before saying, "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, found it. Walk about a quarter of a mile, and it's the first encampment ahead. You're at the first encampment, and the encampment manager is Mr. Payne."

Of course, the Payne here is not the one who caused the world pain.

Otherwise, the Quidditch World Cup might become the Anti-Rice Cup.

When it comes to resisting the effects of the rice (physically), Dali is second to none.

The first camp where they were located was undoubtedly a VIP spot; one needed not only money but also a certain status to secure such a position.

The wizards who can stay here are all either rich or noble.

Hundreds of oddly shaped tents are located inside the first camp.

Without exception, they had all been subjected to the Unseen Stretching Curse, making them much larger inside than they appeared on the outside.

How extravagant can wizards' tents be?

Dudley saw a tent directly in front of him painted with exaggerated, brightly colored stripes, with several live peacocks tied up at the entrance. Next to it was a huge tent, about four or five stories high, resembling a small palace, with several crocodiles and cougars tied up at the entrance.

The most outrageous tent features a garden in front, filled with all sorts of flowers, and a fountain in the center that sprays seven colors. However, there are two stone lions at the entrance, and two red lanterns with the character "喜" (happiness) hanging on the gate. This bizarre combination looks out of place and feels like a forced fusion of East and West.

Dudley and his friends even spotted a tent with a banner that read "Salem Wizarding Academy," a magic school located in America. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were there for an exchange activity rather than to watch a Quidditch match.

"Look, look! It's Viktor, the Bulgarian Seeker!"

Ron shouted excitedly. He was the only one among them who was interested in Quidditch, or rather, the only one in the Disciplined Six who could be called a Quidditch fan.

His eyes lit up as he pointed to a cluster of tents not far away, all covered with the same person's photo.

It is said to be a gathering place for shamans from Bulgaria.

The photos were all of Bulgarian Quidditch star player Viktor Krum.

A strong man with a buzz cut.

Dali looked at the white, green, and red flag with a strange expression. He didn't care about Viktor or anything like that. If Dali had to say what impressed him most about Bulgaria, it would be that sassy demon king who kept saying "hot girls, fuck" all the time.

He wasn't sure if it was because Dudley had face blindness, but for a moment he felt that this Viktor bore a striking resemblance to that demon king.

Hopefully, he won't spontaneously break into a dance after the competition.

Dudley and his group used tents provided by the Malfoy family. Although not as extravagant as the ones they had seen before, they were still quite flashy. The exquisite wooden door frame and the silky smooth tent fabric clearly indicated that they were very expensive.

Needless to say, the interior is incredibly luxurious; if I had to describe it in one word, it would be "extravagant."

"Mr. Dursley, you've finally arrived."

Just as Harry and his friends finished setting up their tent, a voice sounded beside them, filled with joy and deep respect.

Turning around, he saw that it was Carlo leading a group of wizards of his age.

Actually, Carlo had already invited Dudley before Draco did, but he didn't explicitly accept. So, after accepting Draco's invitation, he naturally had to inform him.

The wizards following Carlo were all eager to curry favor with Dudley, including some "seniors" whom Dudley had "arranged" for, as well as some they didn't know.

Dudley responded to each of them with a smile, and then pulled Hermione, Harry, Ron, Neville and the others along, introducing them to everyone.

The entire exchange took place in a very friendly and harmonious atmosphere.

As Xun Ge'er once said, "When you are successful, rich, and powerful, you will find that you are surrounded by 'good people'."

I'm not making this up; there really was a Pain in the original story.

(End of this chapter)