Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 248 Sinful little hands

One hundred thousand wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats surround the oval gymnasium and are arranged upwards in a ladder shape.Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the stadium itself.From their commanding vantage point, the playing field looked smooth as velvet.On each side of the field are three shooting hoops, fifty feet high;

To their right, almost at Hera's eye level, was a gigantic blackboard on which golden writing kept flashing, as if an invisible giant hand were scribbling on it and then erasing them.Hera didn't even need to look at it to know that those flashing words were advertisements for the audience in the arena.He is no longer who he was two days ago, he has long since lost interest in these things.

None of this could attract Hera's attention, because he didn't believe in advertisements—the cost of the final advertisements was grafted on to consumers, and he preferred affordable things.

There appeared in the box something that attracted Hera's attention more - Harry and the Weasleys.

They actually got tickets to the top box?

Isn't this the most difficult ticket to buy?

Why did the poor Weasleys get tickets?
They were obviously also surprised, but Harry and Hermione still greeted Hera, who nodded slightly as a compliment, and then they sat in the front row.

Hera also casually looked at the situation in the box. There was a strangely small guy sitting next to them. Well, it was a house elf. It was wrapped around a tea towel for wiping the tea set, like wearing a loose robe, and its face was buried in its hands.

Obviously, it cowardly.

"Hey, what house elf are you from?" Hera asked in a low voice, to see if she could lure him over, but Harry, sitting in the front row, had apparently noticed it too.

"Dobby?" said Harry in disbelief.

The little guy lifted his head and released his fingers, revealing huge brown eyes and a nose the shape and size of a large tomato.

"Obviously, you are mistaken, Harry." Hera said helplessly, covering her face. When will Harry evolve an organ like a brain? "It doesn't have any decorations of the Malfoy family on it."

"Sir, I'm Winky from the Crouch family, and, the gentleman in front, do you call me Dobby?" The elf asked curiously through his fingers, his voice was very sharp, sharper than Cowper, Manglan, and even Kreacher, and it was a slightly trembling and harsh voice.

"I'm sorry," Harry said to the elf, "I mistook you for someone I used to know."

"But I know Dobby too, sir," said the elf sharply, covering his face with his hands as if blinded by the light, though the light from the top box was not very strong, "my name is Winky."

What followed was a commonplace fan meeting, which excitedly talked to Harry, just like another little fan girl.

In the next half an hour, Hera and Penello ate snacks, and the box gradually filled with people.Hera stood up to say hello now and then—it was thanks to Fudge that he could get tickets to the top box so easily and conveniently.

Those people looked like great wizards with great status.

Hera really hoped that there would be a day when they would contact her, so that she would definitely kill them severely.

Not long after, Fudge also came, and he greeted Harry and Hera like old friends, ignoring everyone else.

Fudge held Hera's hand benevolently like an old acquaintance, and pulled Harry over, asked them how they were, and introduced them to the wizard sitting next to them.

"This is Harry Potter, you know, and this, Hera, Hera Lestrange!" he called out to the Bulgarian Minister for Magic—who looked only a little more modest than Hera in a rich black velvet robe trimmed with gold.

Hera yawned secretly, and Penello patted the back of his hand angrily, hoping that he could handle the relationship with these "high-level wizards".

But Hera didn't put her mind on it at all.

"Heh, when Voldemort returns, I will be his heir, my god, my second child." Hera complained in her heart.

Suddenly, Hera seemed to hear the sound of sneezing, not far from him, very close, but he looked around, Harry, Fudge and the illiterate Bulgarian were chatting in full swing, and they didn't seem to be sneezing.

"Maybe I heard it wrong." Hera scratched her hair and murmured indifferently.

"Ah, Lucius is here!"

Hera immediately turned her head and squeezed into the last three vacant seats. It was Lucius Malfoy and his wife and children.

"Ah, Fudge, and Mr. Lestrange." Lucius held out his hand as he walked past Fudge, "Hi, I don't think you've met my wife Narcissa yet? And our son Draco."

"Hello, hello," said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. "Permit me to introduce you to Mr. Oblonsk—Mr. Obalonsk—he's the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria. It doesn't matter, he doesn't understand what I'm saying anyway."

Lucius exchanged pleasantries with Fudge, but he didn't even get him to get involved with Fudge. The door of the box was pushed open suddenly, and Ludo Bagman rushed into the box. He was the director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic and also the commentator of the Quidditch World Cup Finals.

"Are you all ready?" he said, his round face glistening like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister — shall we begin?"

"Get started, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Hera was sitting upright, and even Penello became nervous, and the game was about to start!
Ludo drew his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "Loud!" Then his words echoed like thunder through the packed stadium.His voice will be heard above their heads, and it will be heard loudly to every corner of the stands.

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

There was a burst of cheers and applause from the audience, and Hera almost couldn't bear to close her ears to listen to herself—the screams of Penello and Harry almost attracted the attention of everyone in the box.

Penello and the others didn't understand, and they didn't dare to say anything, but Hera clearly heard Draco curse "Scarhead" in a low voice.

Probably this is falling in love and killing each other.

Then, in Hera's astonishment, she saw the person from Shining's position
(End of this chapter)