Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 245

As the finale of the Quidditch World Cup in 1994, it was undoubtedly a downright carnival feast.

According to Hera's visual inspection, there are at least tens of thousands of wizards gathered in the camp. According to incomplete statistics, the number of wizards in the camp has reached an unprecedented 13!
It can be said that in addition to the 3 wizards who bought tickets to the finals, there are [-] people stranded in the camp. They can only enjoy the passionate voice of the audience during the game, but they can't see the scenes in the finals at all.

Even so, they are still willing to stay in the camp, and will go outside the venue to listen in a while.

According to international management, tickets for the Quidditch World Cup Finals are sold by schedule, and the tickets will not be sold out at one time, but will be sold in sections.Some people only bought tickets for the middle games, and some even only bought tickets for the opening game, but they stayed in the finals abruptly-you can tell they are old fans at a glance!

Thanks to the banknote ability, Hera bought tickets for the whole game for Penello. They have stayed in the venue for nearly half a week, enjoying the game for a long time, and even made them a little tired of watching the game.

Hera was already sitting in the tent holding up a newspaper to analyze. As a qualified gambler, he would never miss a good opportunity to bet. The newspaper analyzed the historical records of Ireland and Bulgaria.

Hera was frowning while analyzing the newspaper, while holding a quill to write and draw on the parchment.

"Dating back to the last match, it was the group match 180 years ago. At that time, both sides of the match were eliminated in the top [-]. This has no reference value at all!" Hera murmured, his brows furrowed tightly.

Penello came around, she shook Hera's arm, and said in a sweet voice: "I like the Irish team, they will definitely win, won't they?"

"But Krum of the Bulgarian team is very strong. He is not at the same level as the Irish Seekers. I still believe that he will catch the Snitch." Hera put down the quill, gently pulled Penello into her arms, and rubbed against her long chestnut hair.

"It's better to bet that Ireland will win, but Krum can catch the golden snitch?" Penello acted like a baby in Hera's arms.

Hera pouted, he didn't want to let his Golden Gallon go to waste, but Penello in his arms
"Okay, let's bet 30 Galleons, shall we?"

"No, at least 50, I still need to watch you, and you are not allowed to secretly bet on other results." Penello pouted, pinching her hair and gently sweeping it over Hera's face.

Hera really couldn't stand Penello who was so tempting, and hugged the lovely girl in his arms, he still gave in, "Okay, okay, listen to you."

Haw!

Penello kissed the corner of Hera's mouth, and a bright smile finally appeared on her face.

"Okay ~ let's stop looking at these, let's go for a walk, shall we?"

"Okay, okay~" Hera dared to say that his tone had never been so gentle in his life, even when facing Jin Gallon alone, it was probably the magic of love.

Hera couldn't tell what he liked about Penello, but she just couldn't do without her, and her memory always flashed in his mind, which upset him.

They walked out of the tent, and the stove in front of them was humming, and Hera flicked his wand lightly to extinguish the flames-this was certainly not in accordance with the rules, but Hera did it like this, and no Auror from the Ministry of Magic came out to accuse him of negligence.

They were probably going crazy, they probably had never seen so many wizards before.

Even if they are employees of the Ministry of Magic!

They walked on the misty camp, passing between the long tents of the two factions.Most of the tents looked unremarkable, obviously their owners had taken pains to make them as similar as possible to Muggle tents, but some had gone too far and added chimneys, bell ropes or weather vanes to make them nondescript.However, occasionally there are a few tents, which can be seen to be enchanted.

"Pfft, do you know how funny your original idea was?" Penello covered her mouth and whispered in Hera's ear, "You still want to build the tent into the shape of a tall building with four corners, and even add a few decorative turrets!"

Hera didn't speak, but just moved forward with her mouth.

In the center of the camp, there is a tent that stands out in particular.It uses a lot of striped silk and satin very extravagantly, it looks like a small palace, and there are a few live peacocks tied at the entrance.

This is no less low-key than Hera's previous tent design.

"Look, I'm just saying tents like that are perfectly normal."

"Hehe." Penelope sneered, "I don't even need to look to know, it's definitely from the Malfoy family - I can probably guess their style through that kid in his family."

Hera nodded approvingly. In fact, his first impression of the tent was from the Malfoy family. After all, as the 'heir' of Slytherin, he couldn't lose face no matter what he said, and the tent dug out of Black's old house was indeed so luxurious.

"Oh, hello." The camp administrator, Mr. Roberts, waved his hat and greeted Hera. "How is life in the camp? I have never seen so many people."

He looked at the foggy camp, "There are at least a few hundred people who have reserved tents here, and people keep coming."

Hera completely ignored Mr. Roberts. This was the third time they met him in the past few days. Anyway, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic would tamper with their memories, so there was no need to pay attention to him.

Hera believed that only ten minutes later - oh - no - a wizard in knickerbockers suddenly fell from the sky and landed by the door of Mr. Roberts' stone house.

"Forget it!" he snapped, pointing his wand at Mr. Roberts.

Immediately, Mr. Roberts lost his eyes and relaxed his brows, with a dazed and indifferent expression on his face.

Hera hurriedly pulled Penello past Mr. Roberts' stone house. He didn't want to say hello to Mr. Roberts again. It really didn't make sense to repeat the same thing for the third time—Mr. Roberts always said the same thing.

They continued to walk forward, the sun was gradually rising, and the mist was gradually increasing. They could see tents in all directions, and they could not see the end at a glance.Penello didn't have any interest in seeing them at first - she would look around with great interest at first, but now she just held Hera's arm firmly and walked forward leisurely in small steps.

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