Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 187

"First class tickets! They're all on the top floor! Arthur, the top!"

The witch from the Ministry of Magic who checked the tickets looked at their tickets and said.

The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a purple carpet, and people were bustling upwards, slowly diverting into the stands on the left and right sides.

Everyone came to the box, although it is called a box, but there is only a railing between the box and the box, there is only a box number, no fixed seat number, except for a better environment, it is also open-air, similar to the Quidditch in the school The odd stand is similar, very spacious, and you can move around at will.

What's interesting is that Jemini's box was right next to Harry's box, with only a railing in between. When they arrived, the girls from the Harpy team had already arrived, and the tickets for their entire team belonged to the Charlotte gang. Got it together.

"The minister originally wanted to share a box with you, but I said that you are with the Harpy team. The box is full of girls, which is inconvenient. He looks very regretful." Charlotte laughed lightly.

"Nice job." Jamie nodded.

"But the relationship between the Weasley family is really..." Charlotte said, and glanced at the box next door with some surprise: "I heard that Bagman helped get their tickets, and I don't know how he did it." Arrived, a dozen first-class tickets..."

"Good popularity is also a kind of ability." Jemini took out a bottle of whiskey from his arms: "It's not bad, huh? Eleven girls accompanied me to watch the game alone. Does anyone want a drink?"

"us!"

Fred and George sprinted from their box, followed by Harry and Ron.

"Okay..." Jamie raised an eyebrow.

Hundreds of thousands of wizards were seated one after another in the field, and everyone looked down at the field below. The field looked as smooth and flat as velvet.

"Look! Firebolt's advertisement!" George shouted, pointing to a large blackboard in the distance: "Have you placed an advertisement here?"

"I don't know, it may be a gift, or it may be the place where those boutiques bought it." Jemini said nonchalantly.

It took a long time for the flashing words on the blackboard to disappear, as if wiped away by an invisible hand, and another advertisement appeared on the blackboard.

'Cornflower: The broomstick for the whole family - safe, reliable, with built-in anti-theft buzzer. '

"Okay..." Fred muttered, "Safe and reliable... I remember they were made for children's toy brooms?"

Ron pulled out his panoramic binoculars and set to work, looking at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"That's great..." He fiddled with the replay knob on the side of the telescope. "I could have that old guy over there pick his nose again... again... again..."

The girls from the harpy team next to him distanced themselves from him with disgust on their faces.

"The purpose of this telescope... huh?" Jemini couldn't help laughing, Shirley beside him shook her head helplessly, she could tell what was going on in Jemini's head at a glance.

Hermione eagerly flipped through the game brochure with a tasseled velvet cover: "There was a performance by the team's mascot before the game. Do you know what the Irish team's mascot is?"

"It's an Irish leprechaun."

"Where's the Bulgarian team?"

Fred shrugged. "Victor Krum?"

Harry laughed: "Probably some rare species there? There are also dragons as mascots."

While a few people were talking, the surrounding boxes were already full of people.

Because the top floors are all the first-class seats, the people who come and go seem to have status. Charlotte also shakes hands and talks with the wizards who come and go from time to time. What makes Jemini feel annoying is that almost everyone who knows him Every wizard would come to shake his hand flatteringly, as if he were a pet dog.

Fudge also came, and to Jemini's surprise, Mr. Weasley shared a box with Fudge.

After exchanging pleasantries with Mr. Weasley, he looked like an old friend, and came to Jemini's box again, greeted Jemini and Harry, and shook hands with Charlotte. In the next box, Perry Xi stared at them with red eyes, he looked extremely envious.

Just as Fudge was introducing Harry to the Bulgarian officials beside him, the Malfoy family also came up. Draco followed Lucius and ran over when he saw everyone.

"Damn it, my dad won't come over until the game starts." Draco muttered depressingly.

Jemini nodded. He could understand what Lucius was thinking. After all, there were so many people here, and there were still dark wizards who wanted to make trouble after the game. If it wasn't for the necessary entertainment, he should have stayed at home. right.

Lucius walked up to Fudge, and the two chatted familiarly, then he dragged Draco over and introduced his son and wife to Fudge.

Judging from the occasional collision of eyes between him and Mr. Weasley, the relationship between the two did not seem to have improved.

Anyway, two years have passed, and Jemini thought the two of them could relax a bit.

Luckily, Lucius didn't make any sarcastic remarks. After all, Jemini and the Minister of Magic were here, and he even greeted Hermione in a friendly way.

No way, Jemini still had Hermione's arm around her waist.

After that, a group of them returned to the box next door. At this time, the venue was already overcrowded.

"Is everyone ready?" Ludo Bagman rushed into their box and asked loudly.

"Just start as you said, Ludo." Fudge nodded.

Ludo drew out his wand and pressed it against his throat: "The voice is loud!"

Immediately afterwards, his voice resounded throughout the stadium, echoing above people's heads.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

Deafening cheers resounded throughout the stadium, thousands of flags waved simultaneously, accompanied by chaotic singing, including national anthems and famous songs from all over the world.

Jemini's powerful five senses also captured the 'be a good man' in the stands opposite the stadium, and 'Katyusha standing on the steep shore' next to them.

On the huge blackboard that had been advertising before, the last line of advertising for Bibi’s multi-flavored beans was erased, revealing a line: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

The bright red phalanx on the right side of the stand burst into loud cheers.

"Wonder what they brought?" Hermione said.

"The Bulgarian team, of course it's Veela!" Behind Jemini, the captain of the Harpy team, Gwenog, said of course.

"What's a Veela?" Harry asked.

Before they could answer, a hundred Veela had already slid into the arena on the other side of the arena.

"If you want to describe Veela in terms of appearance, I can only tell you...a woman! A very beautiful woman!"

As Jemini said, he took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, then he tore off his tie, stepped on the railing of the stands with his shiny leather shoes, put his two fingers in his mouth, and whistled loudly, with an extremely slutty gesture .

Although he has always presented himself as a gentleman in the past, I am sorry, there are only hooligans on the court, and there are no gentlemen.

This point, whether it is a player or an audience, is no exception.

　The second one today is more beeping~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)