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Chapter 216 I'm not as good-looking as you
"Is there any statistics on how many people this stadium can accommodate?"

Sherlock turned to Bill who was walking side by side with him and asked.

Bill was also amazed at the magnificent building in front of him. He shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Mr. Weasley, still leading the way, answered his question.

"10 people, in order to build this stadium, the Ministry of Magic kept five hundred employees busy for a whole year. During this year, Muggle repelling spells were cast everywhere in the vicinity. I will think of the most urgent things, and then leave immediately." (10 people and 500 employees are the original statement, which is also the most buggy part of the original plot, the ratio of the number of people here and the number of students in Hogwarts is too big up)

Sherlock was also amazed by this.

A stadium of this scale is indeed rare, especially if it needs to be built out of the sight of Muggles, it will undoubtedly be more troublesome.

They passed through the ticket gate with tickets in their hands, and then walked up the stairs.

The two tickets Kingsley gave to Sherlock, and the Weasleys got their own, were all located in the luxury box on the top floor, and they were all high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic sitting here watching the game.

After they got into the box and sat down, there was a huge blackboard with advertisements on the huge court facing them.

Obviously, there are sponsors for this World Cup, which is quite in line with the characteristics of modern society, but most of the mainstream living habits of wizards are still stuck in 200 or even [-] years ago.

This creates a very conflicted atmosphere in the entire magic world.

At such a time, Sherlock certainly wouldn't think about society and humanities incomprehensibly, and the whole stadium was very lively.

Even before the game started, the enthusiasm of the fans was already so hot that it seemed to light up the entire night sky.

The green and red waves are clearly defined, and these two colors represent the Irish and Bulgarian teams respectively.

“Ireland wins!!!”

There was a roar of mountains and tsunami, and green waves were surging. Even Harry and the others in the box couldn't help being infected, they all stood up, shouting Wan Sheng.

The red wave on the other side is not to be outdone. Even though this is the home of the British and Irish teams, as a world-wide event that is extremely rare in the magic world, nearly one-fifth of wizards from all over the world have flocked here. The British wizards on the field Instead, it became a minority.

"Bulgaria must win!!!"

After the cheers on both sides, there was a small-scale conflict between the fans at the junction of the green and red crowds, but the Aurors who had been tense and prepared were most concerned about this moment.

Before the conflict escalated to shooting each other with wands, they had already stunned several of the instigators and took them away.

Sherlock, who saw this scene through the panoramic telescope, also saw Kingsley among the Aurors.

He used to have a very good temper, but he was actually yelling, but this is normal. If they didn't stop the conflict just now, once the conflict escalated, there would be no need for the World Cup finals to be held.

When Sherlock regained his attention, Harry and the others had already sat down. He didn't know when he found a house elf sitting in the row behind them, and mistook her for Dobby. I just found out her name is Shining.

Winky was a little afraid of heights, but still obediently helped her master take an empty seat. When Harry talked with her, she also revealed some recent situations of Dobby.

It wasn't until Fudge, the Minister of Magic, brought the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, and Lucius into the box, that Harry and the others knew from their conversation that Winky was the house-elf of the Crouch family.

When Lucius saw Hermione when he entered the box, he frowned obviously, with a look of disgust on his face, and he still sneered arrogantly when he met Mr. Weasley, posing as a pure-blood family.

Silk, who was sitting next to Sherlock, frowned slightly, tilted his head and whispered in Sherlock's ear.

"This person is a bit annoying."

Sherlock was noncommittal.

"He used to be a member of the Death Eaters, and spent a lot of money to clean himself up after the fall of Voldemort."

Hearing what Sherlock said, Silk frowned even deeper.

No matter what point of view she looked at, she had nothing but disgust for groups like the Death Eaters.

Sherlock noticed the change in Silk's mood, and he patted her head habitually.

"Don't pay attention to such a person, he is just a pitiful weed on the wall, and those who are now locked in Azkaban are the really damned group of people."

His voice was flat, as if stating a fact that would happen soon.

Silk gave a soft "hmm" obediently, and then wrenched his head out of Sherlock's grasp with an unhappy expression on his face.

Sherlock shrugged, dismissing it.

While they were chatting in low voices, before the start of the final, the mascot performances of the two countries affiliated to the two teams began.

Bulgaria surprised everyone by sending a team of veela. With their natural beauty and innate charm, the 10 people in the stadium erupted in exclamation as soon as they appeared.

Most of the wizards were all charmed by these natural beauties, and they stared forward blankly, the fascination on their faces was clearly visible.

The people sitting in the box where Sherlock is located are all mature and stable wizards. Basically, there are few ls who are controlled by Veela's charm magic, only Ron, Lucius' son Draco, and the two of them. The most obvious manifestation.

Like Harry, having seen Fleur before, he already possessed some immunity. Although he was still staring at those veela in a daze, at least he was not obsessed.

Sherlock was not affected at all, he glanced at the Veela in the middle of the arena, then turned his head and glanced at Silk with a smile.

Silk also noticed his gaze, and turned his head to look at him suspiciously.

"Not as good-looking as our Amy."

Silk was taken aback for a moment, and then a faint blush appeared on his face unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously hooked up.

It could be seen that she was very happy, but even so, she did not forget to straighten her face again, and corrected her words solemnly.

"It's Vera, we agreed before."

"Yes, yes, we agreed, Vera. You see your hat is on the floor. Let me pick it up for you."

The dancing clover hat fell under the chair at some point.

It was also inconvenient to bend down and reach out, so Sherlock simply used control magic directly.

But just after he expanded the domain of controlling magic, Sherlock was suddenly stunned, and then suddenly turned to look at the house elf named Winky, who claimed to be taking the place for her master!

(End of this chapter)