[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

The closer to the game time, more and more people gathered in the center, and Fred saw many familiar faces from Hogwarts. Since Sigrid refused to wear a toque, Fred had no choice but to wear one for himself.

Now, even if the Hogwarts students who knew Sigrid greeted her, they could only see her walking with a headless person, and no one knew he was Fred.

Because they would meet some acquaintances from time to time, they had to walk and stop for a while.

The Weasley team in front stopped again. This time they met Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic. Thanks to this gentleman's help, Mr. Weasley bought a good seat. Mr. Weasley I chatted with him for a long time.

Mr. Bagman was proposing that they join the championship betting, and he only got a gold galleons from Mr. Weasley, betting on the Irish team to win.

Sigrid had been watching. Although Fred was wearing a headless hat and couldn't see his expression, George's face from the side showed an eager expression. It was not difficult to imagine that Fred also wanted to participate.

When Mr. Bagman was about to leave, Fred took off his hat and rushed forward. He and George stopped him on the left and right at the same time. I saw them emptying their pockets, taking out 37 gold Galleons, 15 Sickles, 3 Nuts and a fake magic wand, and said in unison, "We won against the Irish team, and Victor Krum caught the Golden Snitch." It was obvious that early It's already been discussed.

Seeing Mr. Bagman take out his notebook and quill to write down their gambling money, Fred felt relieved, put on his headless hat and returned to Sigrid.

Sigrid disagreed and said, "Mr. Weasley is right, you are not of age at all and should not gamble."

Fred bowed and swiped her nose with his index finger. "My dear, watching a game requires a bit of stakes to be exciting!" After that, he led her forward.

"It's illegal for an official to place bets privately. If he is caught, you won't get a penny back!" Sigrid helped them imagine the worst.

Regarding Sigrid's disappointing words, the two of them did not comment, "Then we'd better pray that Mr. Bagman can have a smooth official career and a safe life!"

Well, blame her for being nosy, Sigrid shrugged indifferently, it was only 40 gold galleons anyway, and she didn’t even have the ingredients for a pair of intermediate beauty potions, so let them be!

Thank God, they finally arrived at the entrance after stopping and walking. There was already a long queue waiting for ticket check-in, and from time to time there were salesmen pushing small carts to sell game souvenirs.

Models of star athletes, red clover hats, green rosettes, scarves, flags, etc. representing the two teams, as well as various telescopes for viewing the game.

Each of the Weasleys chose one or two, except for the twins. Sigrid knew without much thought that they must have spent all their money. They made so much money last semester, and Sigrid could only I sighed that I could actually spend more money than she did.

"Just pick whatever you want, and I'll give it to you first." Sigrid took the initiative and looked at George, who was trying to borrow a telescope from Ron, and shook the money bag in her hand.

When George heard this, he immediately lost interest in Ron's telescope. Before leaving, he didn't forget to add, "Poor Ronny, with a telescope at this price, you can probably only see the goal position."

Ron's face turned red with anger. He had borrowed 10 gold galleons from Harry to buy it. Looking at the twins who were proudly surrounding Sigrid picking out telescopes, Ron lowered his voice and speculated with Harry and Hermione, "I finally know why Fred dated her. It must be because Stuart is too rich! You know Yes, they are as greedy for money as they are for their lives!”

Hearing this, Hermione curled her lips and mocked the "childish boy", and Harry also felt a headache for Ron's thoughts, "Can't it be because of love?"

"Do they have 'love'?" Ron, who had been bullied by the twins since childhood, asked from the depths of his soul.

"Just because I don't have it for you, doesn't mean I don't have it for girls!" Hermione looked at the young couple who were discussing what to buy together with a little envy. She looked at Ron with sad and disgusting eyes, thinking in her heart, "When will you get the idea... …”

The young couple, whom Hermione was secretly envious of, didn't have a happy discussion because Fred chose the green rosette of the Irish team. "You are not allowed to choose the Green Rose. Last time you told me clearly that you had switched to Bulgaria!"

Fred explained guiltily, "My dear, what I said was angry. I am a dedicated man, how could I turn to my mortal enemy!"

Sigrid was furious. Although she still paid for it, in the end neither of them paid attention to the other because Sigrid chose the red hat representing Bulgaria out of anger and deliberately bought Victor Krum. model, put it in the palm of your hand and play with it.

Finally, the Weasley family arrived at the ticket gate. The elf in charge of checking tickets looked at their tickets and said loudly, "Upper class compartment, Mr. Weasley, please go up the stairs from here. Your seat is at the top."

Mr. Weasley asked everyone to follow him, and when they went up the stairs together, he did not forget to introduce the venue to them: "It can seat 100,000 people. In this year, the Ministry of Magic hired 500 people to build this stadium. Every inch of this stadium The land is magically protected against Muggles."

There were fewer and fewer wizards as they went up to the top. Even so, when they reached the top floor, there were still some brightly dressed wizards gathered, as well as some house elves who helped the owner occupy seats.

As the game was approaching, some dignitaries who seemed to have high status kept coming into the box, and Mr. Weasley was busy greeting them.

Despite the quarrel with his girlfriend, Fred insisted that she wear that ugly toque that even her grandmother would not wear. Sigrid resisted very much, but she couldn't stand Fred, who was much stronger than her.

In the end, Fred Sigrid left the box and went to the corridor to watch the game. Ginny and George ran out soon after. No one likes to be with a group of officials with impure intentions. Watching games with wealthy businessmen.

When the final warm-up of the game began, the trio also rushed over. Hermione complained angrily, "Aren't you worried? It's so unfair that Mr. Crouch mistreats house elves so much. Why doesn't anyone stand up to stop this?"

But the two wizards around her were focused on the beautiful stadium, and no one cared about what happened to the house elf. Hermione could only keep the matter in her heart for now.

There were only a few of them in the corridor on the top floor. Sigrid threw her hat back into Fred's arms unceremoniously and chose to stay with Hermione and Ginny. Hermione excitedly pointed to the program in her hand and told them, "There will be a mascot display before the game starts!"

Sigrid also took the program sheet and flipped through it, which listed the mascot display, the Minister of Magic's speech, the first half of the game, the two warm-up performances at halftime, the second half of the game, the championship award and other procedures.

At the back of the program are photos and introductions of the members of the two teams. Ginny enthusiastically told Sigrid and Hermione about the historical record of the Bulgarian team and the star players of the team. Yes, they all chose to support the Bulgarian team by coincidence.

Soon, Mr. Bagman announced loudly, "Ladies! Gentlemen! Welcome everyone! Welcome everyone to the Quidditch World Cup Finals!" He used a spell so that the 100,000 spectators could hear it clearly from every corner. his voice.

The audience screamed louder, applauded enthusiastically, and waved thousands of flags. Bagman waited for the screams to subside before continuing, "Now, without any further delay, let me introduce...the mascot of the Bulgarian team!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of beautiful Veela flew to the center of the stadium. They have light golden hair and skin like moonlight, like fairies. Especially when dancing, almost all the men present could not resist their charm and stared at them obsessively.

Sigrid was almost intoxicated. When she came back to her senses, she subconsciously looked for Fred. Then she was disappointed to find that he was also staring at the group of Veela. Sigrid angrily put the red hat on her head and in her hand. Ron threw out all the models that made Ron envious, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart: "Why should I support the damn Bulgarian team? Why should I watch the Quidditch match with the annoying people!"

While Fred was still staring at the Bulgarian team mascot with interest, George next to him slapped him on the head.

"What's wrong with you? Don't bother me!" Fred said dissatisfiedly as he knocked off his hand.

"Is it so beautiful?" George asked curiously.

"I'm thinking about something, okay! The two people next to me have more say in your question." He said and glanced at Harry, Ron and George who were almost obsessed with jumping off the stands because the Veela was jumping faster and faster. Ridicule.

"If you continue to stand here stupidly, I guarantee you will be broken up again!" George warned him while pulling his hair with his hand to make him look aside.

Only then did Fred notice that Sigrid was wiping away tears with red eyes. Although he didn't know what she was crying about, Fred immediately became worried.

Regardless of whether he was still cold or not, Fred hurriedly ran to find Sigrid. "Dear, what's wrong with you?" Fred hugged her and touched her head.

"You asked knowingly!" Sigrid struggled to use her fingers to break the arm that was holding her.

"Because I support the Irish team? Okay, okay, I listen to you and support the Bulgarian team, okay? Don't be angry!" Fred said, holding Sigrid and taking her away from the stands.

This sentence made Sigrid even more angry. She whimpered, "I hate you, Fred. You support the damn Bulgarian team just because you are obsessed with the despicable Veela fans. What does that have to do with me?" !”

Okay, he was indeed staring at the Veela just now, but he was thinking about Sigrid! He was very curious if she had Veela blood, otherwise she would be so obsessed with her that she would be happy even if she had an underground love affair.

After knowing what his girlfriend was sad about, he held her face and promised, "You are the most beautiful witch I have ever seen, and the Veela is not even inferior to you. I promise, I will only be obsessed with you. Always will be."

Sigrid became quiet under his disgusting confession, lowering her eyes and not daring to look at his affectionate eyes that seemed to penetrate her. Fred lowered his head and kissed her left eye, murmuring, "I really I really like you, idiot!"

When the Bulgarian mascot appeared, Fred led Sigrid back to the stands. Sigrid still had the green rosette belonging to the Irish team hanging around her neck.

Sigrid stared intently at the Irish team mascot on the field, but she was still thinking about what Fred said, "I like you very, very much." They had been dating since October last year, and this was the first time they heard it. When he said he liked her, he liked her very much...

Suddenly finding an extra person beside her, Ginny stared at the green rosette around her neck and asked, "Sigrid, how can you rebel!"

Sigrid heard this, looked at Fred and replied with a smile, "I support the Irish team. If you don't believe me, ask Fred!"

"Listen to my brother's advice and turn around. They will definitely lose to the Irish team!" Fred winked and encouraged his sister to rebel.

"You're talking nonsense, Fred, the Bulgarian team has a talented player Victor Krum, Bulgaria will definitely win!" Hearing someone slandering his home team, Ron raised his neck and said unwillingly.

"It's too early to draw conclusions now, let's watch the game!" George interrupted their useless trash talk and added even more rubbish, "This will give you up, poor Ronnie."