Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 396 The Quidditch World Cup Begins

Thousands of people gathered together, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing came out from time to time.

They walked quickly into the woods along the passage with high hanging lanterns as a reminder.

The frenzied atmosphere is constantly being played out, and people are laughing from ear to ear.

In the world of wizards, this is really a rare lively scene.

After going deep into the woods for more than 20 minutes, a huge stadium appeared there. The majestic building made the wizards couldn't help shouting, and the atmosphere rose again.

Dumbledore, who did not enter the VIP seat in advance, was also walking in the crowd, his carefully ironed purple wizard robe was already crowded out of shape.

But he doesn't care at all.

At this time, he shouted along with the crowd, happily like a child.

"A stadium that holds 10 people, man, that's unbelievable."

Dumbledore heard Harry's exclamation from the crowd, and it made him want to squeeze over to meet the kid, but he couldn't.

Dumbledore, who gave up going to see his students, started walking towards the ticket gate.

"VIP seat, principal, I didn't expect you to squeeze in with them."

The ticket inspector is a witch. He pointed to the right side behind him while talking, "Go up there, principal, the sign for the VIP seats is golden, very eye-catching. We thought this thing would not be needed."

"I just like to be lively, haha, the old man's days are numbered, and he must learn to enjoy himself in time."

Dumbledore said loudly with a smile, and then moved forward in the direction directed by the ticket inspector.

The stairs leading to the auditorium are covered with fuchsia carpets. People climbed up the steps, and the crowded crowd quickly became loose due to diversion.

This made Dumbledore a lot more comfortable, and gave him some spare time to sort out his wrinkled clothes.

"call."

He let out a long breath, it seemed that the journey just now was not as easy as he expressed.

"Why make yourself guilty, Albus, is this your own amusement?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and Dumbledore knew who it was without looking back.

But he turned his head back because he wanted to know how this guy would disguise himself.

"puff."

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort with a pair of retractable roll-up glasses attached to his nose and mouth, and laughed instantly.

"Is it funny?"

Voldemort asked, then hung one end of the retractable roll in his mouth, and blew vigorously.

"Drip~~"

The whistle sounded, and the retractable coil hit Dumbledore's big nose.

"You seem to have a good temper, volt... child, can you tell me why you did this?" Dumbledore asked.

"Just like you, old man."

Voldemort retaliated, "You are afraid that you will die of old age and have no time to be lively, and I am afraid that everyone will stare at me after a while, and you will not be able to play if you want to.

"Also, no one can recognize me this way, right?"

Dumbledore nodded vigorously. In his opinion, it is really impossible for anyone to guess that this person is Voldemort.

At least he didn't believe it himself.

"This way, we need to be seated."

Voldemort waved his hand to signal Dumbledore to follow, and took the lead to lead the way.

The two went up all the way to the left and right of the center of the steps, turned left and entered a larger box.

There are hundreds of positions here, and those who have come here include Minister Fudge, Director Crouch, and some high-ranking foreign officials. The highest position among them is Mr. Obalonsk, Minister of Magic of Bulgaria.

The first thing Voldemort did when he entered the VIP room was to turn right - he didn't want to be mobbed because of Dumbledore.

"Hey kid, what are you going to do today?"

Before Voldemort left, Dumbledore suddenly grabbed him and asked.

"Snapped."

Voldemort grabbed the opponent's hand and said softly, "You'll find out later."

After finishing this sentence in a low voice, he pulled Dumbledore's hand away forcefully, and said loudly again: "Ah, Headmaster Dumbledore."

After saying this, he quickly walked to the right.

And everyone who heard his words, including Minister Fudge and Director Crouch, all came here quickly.

Of course, those high-ranking officials of the foreign Ministry of Magic also followed closely behind.

A look of pain flashed across Dumbledore's eyes, but soon he put on a gentle smile, like an old bee flying into a flower bush, and began to have both sides.

"He wouldn't have come, would he?" Abu asked softly, sitting next to Voldemort.

"Yes, Mr. Abu, but I need him, don't I?" Voldemort responded with a smile.

After watching Dumbledore's jokes for a while, one hundred thousand wizards had already taken their seats, and the oval stadium was slowly shrouded in a mysterious golden light. I don't know what effect it has.

"Shall I tell you the rules of Quidditch?" Abramovich said again, "I remember you didn't like this sport very much before."

"I don't like it now, but I understand the rules." Voldemort curled his lips.

He prefers football to Quidditch, but he doesn't watch it as much as before.

"That's your favorite clothing brand, and they're also advertised here."

Abu pointed to a blackboard not far away, and the flashing text on it was an advertisement for Fengya wizard clothing.

"I think I contributed a lot of money to them, haha." Voldemort smiled, then glanced left and right, "Bella hasn't arrived yet?"

"I heard from Malfoy that she will be later." Abu said.

"Later?" Voldemort looked at Abu suspiciously.

"I don't know anything, really." Abu said immediately.

His words made Voldemort roll his eyes, which was too self-effacing.

"Well, she's making a Horcrux." Abu spread his hands.

"Horcruxes?" Voldemort said in surprise. "What did she do with them?"

Voldemort has not found the law of immortality, but what he is sure of is that Horcruxes do not guarantee eternal life.

"She wants to be on par with you, can't you see that?" Abu asked suspiciously.

"Um~"

Voldemort blinked, looked away from Abu's face, looked at Ludo Bagman, and asked at the same time, "When did you know that she was going to make a Horcrux?"

His voice was a bit cold, which made Abu twist his butt uncomfortably.

"Before we left, she begged us not to tell you, because you had told her..."

"Okay, I see." Voldemort waved his hand coldly, "Let's watch the game, it's about to start."

Abu swallowed, and reluctantly stopped talking.

On the other hand, Voldemort still frowned dissatisfiedly.

Of course he didn't want Bella to go down that road, because he knew how unreliable that road was.

But this crazy woman is determined to do this, otherwise there is no need to choose a time when it is difficult for him to escape.

"Forget it, let her go." Voldemort murmured, looking at Ludo Bagman who was holding the wand.

"The voice is loud."

The director of sports first cast a spell on himself, and then said loudly:

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

(End of this chapter)