Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 254, Section 252: The Quidditch World Cup

"This way of communicating is just so exhausting!"

After watching Carlo and the others leave, Ron muttered something under his breath.

He had barely finished speaking when he heard Draco's sharp voice: "Oh, Mr. Ronnie (Ronnie's nickname), isn't your dream to become Minister of Magic? If you can't even handle these social interactions, what kind of Minister of Magic are you?"

Ron dreams of becoming Minister of Magic, and Draco, his best frenemy, knows it all too well.

"You know, without Brother D, we wouldn't even have had the right to greet many of them just now."

"In this respect, Fudge is better than you."

If the first few sentences didn't elicit much of a reaction from Ron, who was in a state of giving up, then the last sentence was quite insulting.

Ron's eyes gradually sharpened.

Not as good as Fudge? Who are you insulting?

"Even the Malfoy family's son is one?"

Ron retorted defiantly.

I thought Draco would be furious, but to my surprise, he readily admitted, "Of course, unless I become the head of House Malfoy."

Draco saw this very clearly. Despite their young age, those people were basically the youngest and most outstanding members of their respective pure-blood families, either the head of the family or soon to be.

As long as Draco doesn't become the head of the Malfoy family, he will always be just a child in their eyes.

Draco's candor left Ron feeling like he was punching cotton, unable to exert his full strength.

Draco's eyes darted around as he looked at Ron, who looked like he was about to die.

"You think this is the end? This is just the beginning. There are at least several more groups like this. Pansy and the others will be at the back of the line."

"Damn aristocratic manners."

Ron's indignant rant.

Malfoy looked at him seriously: "Ronnie, if you really want to become Minister for Magic, you'd better get used to this pace now."

Just as Draco said, this was only the beginning. Not long after Carlo and the others left, a steady stream of prominent wizards began to visit.

Pansy and her friends were the last to arrive.

While eating the freshly baked, warm cookies, Dudley observed the vendors who would occasionally use Apparition to suddenly appear from the sky and constantly sell Quidditch World Cup souvenirs to the other wizards.

Hermione can also make cookies, but hers are so crispy and fluffy they crumble at the slightest touch, so Dudley still prefers Daphne's.

It's chewy enough.

The main problem is that Hagrid, the largest supplier of Dudley's "teething sticks," has been so busy breeding different magical creatures lately that he hasn't even had time to show off his culinary skills.

As a result, Dali had nothing left to eat.

Dudley was thinking that he could also sell merchandise during the next Wizarding Card Game tournament. In terms of making money, merchandise could be just as profitable as physical cards.

I took a small sip of black tea to cleanse my palate; the excessive sweetness of the pastries is a characteristic of European desserts.

It's incredibly sweet.

In fact, Draco's father, Lucius, also came to participate in the Quidditch World Cup, but he was not at Camp One; he was currently in the most inconspicuous place among the various Quidditch encampments.

He was discussing something with several guys dressed in black robes who clearly weren't proper wizards.

This is why others call Draco "Mr. Malfoy".

When the elder Malfoy was still alive, this was the common way to refer to father and son.

Not only Malfoy, but the Weasley family also came, after all, it is one of the world's grandest events.

At this moment, accompanied by the deep, resonant sound of gongs coming from the depths of the forest, thousands of red and green lanterns hanging on the trees simultaneously burst into light, illuminating the road leading to the competition venue.

The Quidditch match has officially begun.

The group left the tent and followed the crowd toward the Quidditch arena.

"Premium ticket, penthouse suite! Mr. Malfoy, please keep going upstairs to the very top."

The witch checking tickets was respectful and pointed to the area above.

On the huge blackboard in the very center of the competition venue, golden words were constantly flashing, and a pattern would occasionally appear.

Those things like Mrs. Scowle's All-Purpose Stain Remover and Elegant Wizard Robe are all GG (Goblin).

Unlike the Wizarding World Cup, Quidditch World Cup is not a profit-making event. Like the World Cup for ordinary people, it is supported by GG (Game Winner) and sponsorship fees.

The interior of the private room was more spacious and comfortable than I had imagined.

Vendors around were selling panoramic binoculars, a magical device that could replay images in slow motion. After all, it was a competitive sport, and it was easy to miss something if you weren't careful. Even in the highest VIP box, you would need some auxiliary tools to see the whole competition clearly.

Not everyone is like Dudley, clearly visible even across the entire arena.

In Diagon Alley, a panoramic telescope costs just over one gallon, but here at the arena, the price is at least five or six times higher than outside, and they won't sell it for less than ten gallons.

Ron took out his telescope and started adjusting it on his own; he had bought it on his way here.

Ron, who was used to being poor, wouldn't waste money on this.

"Shall we go see Fudge, Romario?"

Malfoy pointed to the next room and suggested, "He lives right next to us."

"No." Ron shook his head decisively in refusal.

Seeing Fookie? You must be stuffed.

While Ron and Draco were exchanging barbs, several figures appeared outside the private room.

"Hey, look who I see."

"Isn't this Mr. Dursley?"

An extremely exaggerated voice rang out; who else could it be but Fudge, the man Ron and Malfoy were discussing?

He didn't go to see Fudge, but Fudge came to him on his own.

"Dear Minister Fouché, it's a pleasure to see you."

Dudley responded with the same flamboyant tone.

"What a coincidence to meet you here."

Fudge did not come alone; he was followed by several Ministry of Magic officials.

"Mr. Dursley, please allow me to introduce myself."

Fudge pointed to the woman in pink standing close to him.

"This is Ms. Dolores Umbridge, our Deputy Minister."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Umbridge's voice was full of falsetto.

Adult women are trying too hard to act like little girls.

However, she herself clearly doesn't think so.

"And this one too. Our Director of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, Mr. Barty Crouch."

The man introduced by Fudge was a man with short gray hair and a slightly receding hairline.

"Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department."

This was a burly man with short, blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a perpetually rosy face.

You'd think he was a rugby player if you didn't know him.

The Ministry of Magic doesn't have many divisions, so these individuals are high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic from any perspective.

After listening to Fudge's introduction of Dudley, Bagman seemed to want to say something to Dudley, but in the end he did nothing.

(End of this chapter)