[HP] End of Death

As early as the end of last term, Ron had talked to him several times about wanting to go to the Quidditch World Cup, and Mr. Weasley, who worked for the Ministry of Magic, happened to have a few tickets to take them with him.

"...Harry, even if your uncle's family won't let you go, we're going to take you away. You can't miss this, really." Ron repeatedly emphasized to him, so when Wes When Mr. Lay and his sons emerged from Uncle Vernon's fireplace - well, Harry thought he was pretty surprised, and Aunt Petunia was probably going crazy, after all she had just swept the floor .

They got up early in the morning to catch a batch of portkeys, and when they got to the edge of the dark and dim field, they had to build their own tents, and they couldn't use magic-because the Muggles who sold the utensils kept looking at them with confusion and curiosity.

Everyone was too tired to talk. Harry, Ron, and Hermione leaned outside the tent and chatted one after another. The sky above them was clear and clear from cobalt blue to fish-belly white, and the continuous starlight was shining in the sky. In the clouds and mist, it is like a handful of broken diamonds sprinkled in the sea.

"Hey, look, that tent seems really weird, they'll make Muggles suspicious like this—" Hermione suddenly pointed in one direction, and then she yawned and narrowed her eyes.

Harry looked in the direction she pointed, and there was indeed an extraordinarily luxurious and tall tent, which used a lot of dark green high-grade striped silk in a very exaggerated way, with copper nails and black stones inlaid on the corners, embroidered with a layer of pale The delicate white lace looks like a small palace, with a few blue peacocks tied at the entrance.

"Oh, Hermione, I think I know whose tent it is." Ron observed carefully for a while with the binoculars he just bought, clicked his tongue, and his expression became very disdainful.He handed Harry the binoculars, but Harry didn't need them anymore because he saw Draco come out of the tent.

"The most annoying person has appeared, Harry," Ron whispered in his ear.Harry nodded. He picked up the binoculars and looked at the boy. Draco was wearing a dark brown robe, his blond hair was neatly combed to one side, and he was playing with his wand.Harry figured he might have sneaked out while Lucius wasn't looking, because he was looking around as if he was going to go out and have some fun.

Harry was about to put down the binoculars when he saw the boy in his field of vision suddenly turn his head and meet his gaze.Then he recognized them, his light gray pupils narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised an extremely provocative arc.Harry's hand trembled, and the telescope nearly fell off.

"Hey, this is my telescope, Harry, be careful!" Ron caught it quickly and complained.

"Ah, sorry." Harry looked in that direction, and Draco was gone.

"Okay, you guys—so here you are, get up, we need some water..." Mr. Weasley came out of the tent carrying a dusty kettle, and saw the three people who were loafing aside.

They dusted themselves off and got up, and Ron took out a map that the Muggles in the commissary had sold them when they first arrived: "Ah, there's a water tap marked here on this map..."

"Okay, then you and Harry and Hermione go get some water, and the rest of us get some firewood for the fire, okay?"

They shuttled among the countless tents. At this time, the sun had just risen, and the cool sunlight illuminated the thin mist, like transparent islands floating in midair.Ron and Hermione reviewed various tents along the way, while Harry looked curiously at the four-leaf clover pattern and Krum's dynamic portrait they posted on the tent.They met Seamus and Dean at the water draw, and they greeted them happily.

"I don't understand why they don't let us express our personality, I think it's cool..." Seamus said loudly, and he was complaining to Ron about the strict regulations of the Ministry of Magic.And Harry glanced casually, and he seemed to see a familiar figure flash by, but when he wanted to take a closer look, it disappeared.

Harry shook his head, thinking that he must have misread, how could that person appear here.

They bought a lot of souvenirs along the way, and Mr. Weasley had already started the fire when they returned to the tent.Ron wore a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rose badge on his chest, and Hermione bought game instructions for all three of them.

"You're going to need this, the game is about to start!" she said.

At this time, there was a cheerful sound of gongs and drums from the depths of the forest, and then thousands of red, green and green lanterns lit up on the top of the head, and the brightness and dazzling bloomed to the extreme.

"It's time!" exclaimed Mr. Weasley, who looked extremely excited. "Let's go!"

"First-class tickets! Top box!" The witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance said after looking at their tickets, "Go straight up, Arthur, to the very top."

They walked up the steps along the purple-red carpet, and slowly walked into the stands on both sides with the flow of people.Mr. Weasley finally led them to an exquisite small box - located at the highest point of the gymnasium, facing the golden goalposts, with more than 20 purple gold-plated seats divided into two rows.

They took their seats, and Harry saw a house-elf in the second-to-last seat in the back row, a very small house-elf with a tea towel wrapped around him and his face buried in his hands.

"That's the house-elf?" Ron stared at it curiously. "I said, they all look like queer fellows, don't they?"

After a while, the box they were in gradually filled with people.Mr. Weasley kept getting up to shake hands with those people, and they knew at a glance that they were very prestigious wizards.When the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, arrived, Percy stood up and bowed excitedly to him, only to lose his glasses and had to fix them with embarrassing magic.

"Oh, Harry, have you had a good summer..." Fudge shook hands with Harry kindly, and introduced him to the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria beside him, "Harry Potter, you know, from The boy who escaped death in the hands of the mysterious man...you should understand...ah, Lucius is here!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned immediately to see, two rows away from them, Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco Malfoy, and a woman - Harry guessed It was Draco's mother - standing there.

"Ah, Fudge." Lucius walked slowly towards the Minister of Magic and held out his hand. "Long time no see. I don't think you've seen my wife Narcissa yet? And my son Draco."

Fudge smiled and bowed to Mrs. Malfoy, while Harry and the others stared straight at Draco.The latter naturally couldn't ignore their almost fixed gaze, he raised his chin haughtily, his contemptuous eyes swept over them.YouQi paused for a second as he passed Harry, closing his eyes slightly, which reminded Harry of the moment when they looked at each other through the telescope, and his heart tightened for some reason.

"... Oh, Lucius, allow me to introduce you to Mr. Obalonsk, the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria... Let me see who else - you know Arthur Weasley?"

The atmosphere suddenly became very tense.Lucius and Mr. Weasley looked at each other without speaking first.Harry still remembered the last time the two of them met - they had an unfriendly fight at the Lihen Bookstore.

Lucius' indifferent gray eyes scanned the row of expensive seats across Mr. Weasley, and he spoke slowly, in a low voice, with a deliberate mockery in his tone: "My God, Arthur. What did you sell to get it? A top box seat? Surely that piece of shit isn't worth that much, is it?"

Harry and the others glared at Lucius, Ron looked like he wanted to rush up and punch him, and Draco raised his lips in protest, as if mocking him for not daring.Calmly, Harry stretched out his leg and stomped on him hard, making the latter jump up in pain.This movement caught Lucius' attention, and he seemed a little displeased: "What's the matter, Draco?"

Draco glared at Harry viciously, then turned his head and put on a nonchalant smile: "It's nothing, Dad—"

Lucius gave him a suspicious look and didn't ask any more questions.And Draco's face immediately darkened, he shook his fist at Harry, and mouthed "you wait", Harry shrugged and didn't take the threat seriously.

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