[HP] The Elegance of the Night

"Good morning, Greengrass." Under the misty air of the swamp, everything was not very real, and several Slytherins responded to the beautiful blonde schoolgirl, and the impeccable etiquette made the girl who was close at hand also feel the same. I didn't see any other thoughts in their hearts.

After a while, Daphne Greengrass heard the news. She was a loyal follower of Pansy. With her sister joining, Astoria resigned first.When Sirius said that he was going to the Weasley family's camp to find Harry Potter, the girl thought of her roommate Ginny.As soon as the blonde schoolgirl left, Pansy "gently" wiped Blaise's blackened face with a handkerchief.

"Wipe it clean, otherwise the attractiveness to the little girl will be compromised." Pan Xi's words made the little snakes burst into laughter.

"Pansy, you are so kind to Blaise, he's blushing." Draco said strangely from the side, Blaise's face was not only red, but also swollen.Igil chuckled a few times but didn't interrupt. Regardless of his mood, time passed quickly. When the night shrouded the earth like a curtain, the wizards no longer concealed themselves and obviously used magic. Signs are popping up everywhere.

Apparated peddlers descended from the sky every few steps, carrying trays and pushing carts full of oddities and oddities.Draco spent almost all his money on Bulgarian team souvenirs, he couldn't wait to pin a red rose-shaped Bulgarian badge on Igil, and then remembered to ask Igil if he liked the team.

Igil couldn't laugh or cry, he bought a velvet cover with a tasseled game brochure, and the peddler strongly recommended the panoramic binoculars, this kind of binoculars can replay the picture in slow motion, and can quickly flash the analysis of the game situation, it is an ideal product for watching the game , Draco looked at the empty purse with a remorseful expression, so Igil bought two pairs and handed them over. The platinum-haired boy happily took the binoculars and played with them, not being polite to his roommate at all.

At this time, somewhere in the distance of the woods came the sound of a low-pitched gong, and immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the way to the stadium.

"It's time!" Draco said, and the young wizards who were crowded together hurriedly scattered around to find their families.The unique hair color of the Malfoy family was easy to identify, and Igil and Draco found Lucius after a while, his shoulder-length hair was shining brightly under the light of the lantern.

The game is arranged in a huge and resplendent stadium that can accommodate [-] spectators.Mr. Malfoy took out a first-class ticket, and the wizard of the Ministry of Magic at the entrance showed them the way.It was a small box on the top floor. At the highest point of the gymnasium, the box was facing the golden goalposts. It was the best place to watch the game. There were about twenty purple gold-plated chairs, divided into two rows.

When they entered the box, the Weasley family had already sat in the first row, besides Hermione and Harry, Ellie did not come, for some reason, she turned down the Weasley family invitation.Arthur Weasley was shaking hands with the wizards in the box. When someone entered the box, he stretched out his arm reflexively, but when he saw that it was Lucius, he retracted without a trace.

"Ah, Fudge." Lucius held out his hand to the Minister of Magic without even looking at Mr. Weasley. "Hi. I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa, yet? And our son." Draco. This is Igil Black, and the Sirius we are all familiar with." Fudge smiled and bowed to Madam Malfoy, and he introduced them to Mr. Obalonsk, the Minister of the Ministry of Magic of Bulgaria. Many people inside.When he introduced Arthur Weasley, Lucius and the red-haired patriarch exchanged glances for a few seconds, then glanced back and forth across the row of seats with icy gray eyes past Mr Weasley. The Weasleys.

"My God, Arthur, what did you sell to get this top box seat? Your belongings must not be worth so much money, right?" The gorgeous aria is as sweet as musical notes, but the language spoken is not suitable listen.

Fudge didn't understand what Lucius meant: "Lucius recently donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, Arthur. He is my guest of honor."

"Oh—that's great," said Mr. Weasley, with a forced smile on his face, who had secured the tickets through his connection with the Director of Magical Sports and Sports, Ludo Bagman.

At this moment, Mrs. Weasley took a sudden breath, "Gilderoy Lockhart!" Her obsessive voice made Mr. Weasley arch her awkwardly.

"Oh, Merlin! No—" a group of Gryffindor students in the box wailed collectively. Not only did they see Lockhart, who they remembered deeply, but Professor Snape, who had a gloomy face, also came!

"Godfather!" Draco was full of surprises. His father had invited Snape to watch the game together a long time ago, but the Potion Master would rather spend his time brewing potions than Quidditch. .Snape nodded to them and sat in the back row. He didn't intend to come here, but Dumbledore told him that there might be some troubles in this Quidditch World Cup, so when Lockhart invited him , Snape did not refuse.

"Gidero, this time he donated some good things to the Ministry of Magic's Mysterious Items Department." Fudge smiled from ear to ear, presumably those donations are very much in his mind.

"I really don't want to see him!" Ron frowned. He didn't know whether this "he" referred to Lockhart, who kept blinking blue forget-me-not eyes and showing six bright teeth, or whether he was occupying him like a nightmare all year round. In the basement, Snape, the cold Potions professor.

Compared with Lockhart and Snape, the two ordinary-looking wizards who followed them seemed inconspicuous.Igil stared at the crudely crafted ring on one of the wizards' hands, showing a strange expression.

It was a large ring, of what seemed to be gold, with a heavy black stone cracked in the middle, and was of the exact size and shape of the Gaunt rings.The ordinary man with the ring winked at Igil's elegant jaw, and another at him.Igil groaned in his heart, turned his head away and pretended not to see them.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to come! Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup final!" Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Magical Sports, served as the narrator of the conference. In his youth he was an excellent Quidditch player.The audience cheered and applauded as his voice was amplified countless times. Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem. The scene was very lively.

The mascot of the Bulgarian national team was the first to appear. The bright red phalanx on the right side of the stand erupted into loud cheers.A hundred veela slid towards the arena, their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and their hair fluttered behind their heads without the wind... At this moment, the music started, and the veela began to dance , this is probably the most beautiful dance in the world. When the music stopped, the bewitched wizards realized that most of them had left their seats and were doing all kinds of strange poses.

"This is the magic power of the veel." Igil sighed, and he glanced at Draco. Although the veel blood in his roommate was extremely thin, it could still bewitch him occasionally.The youngest son of the Weasley family was in a trance and tore off the shamrock on his hat representing the Irish team. When the music ended, he made a ridiculous gesture as if he was about to dive off the diving board.

Irish leprechauns, the mascots of the national team of Ireland, dropped a large amount of gold coins as soon as they appeared on the field. The wizards cheered and scrambled for and picked them up.These are not real gold coins, they will disappear automatically when the time is up, Igil swept the gold coins that fell on him to the ground, and at this time the players from both sides entered the field.

The game officially started, and the Irish team made it 10-30 in 0 minutes, although the bright red Bulgarian badges on Igil and Draco kept calling "Krum (seeker), Wall Cove (batter), Zograf! (keeper)" But it is undeniable that the strength of the Irish team is obviously stronger.

After another intense 15 minutes, the Irish team scored ten goals in succession.They are now leading 130-10 and the game is getting unscrupulous.When the Irish team was rammed by the opposing goalkeeper, the leprechauns rose into the air angrily like a swarm of shiny hornets to form the words "Ha! Ha! Ha!"The veela on the opposite side of the field shook their hair angrily and started dancing.Turn referee Hassan Musta into a mess.

Amid the screams of "Foul!", the game reached a ferocious level, with batsmen on both sides slamming their clubs like crazy, hitting balls or people.Collisions happened from time to time. When the Bulgarian batsman deliberately rammed the Irish female players, the referee blew his whistle and the leprechauns all rose into the air again. This time they formed a giant hand and headed towards the field. The veela over there made a very rude gesture.The veela suddenly lost control.Instead of dancing, they threw fistfuls of flaming things at the leprechauns.

Veela are anything but beautiful now, their faces elongated into pointed, beaked bird heads, and a pair of long, scaled wings protruding from their shoulders .

"These are low-level veela. The high-level world has disappeared, and it is only passed down in the blood of various ancient families." Draco hurriedly explained to Igil, and he turned his face away from the group of veela. It's a horrible look.

The match ended in Ireland's victory, with Bulgaria's Seeker Krum still losing by 10 points despite picking up the Snitch, a match that will be talked about for years because of this unexpected twist .

When leaving the box, Igil glanced at the empty seat that was always occupied by house elves. That seat belonged to Barty Crouch, the director of the International Department of Magic Exchange and Cooperation, a son who once made himself a Death Eater. A strict wizard sent to prison.The charming Lockhart showed his perfect smile to every wizard who left the box. Behind him, the ordinary wizard wearing the ring was squeezed into the empty seat. The ordinary wizard straightened his hair, and the Rough rings stand out in the light.

The crowd left the stadium in a flood, everyone was discussing the game, singing loudly into the tents under the night sky.But in the middle of the night, the singing stopped, and the sound of screams and people running in a panic filled my ears.A group of hooded wizards with masked faces huddled together, each with their wands pointed upwards, moving slowly across the field, above their heads, several struggling figures in the air Levitating, twisted into all sorts of weird shapes.More wizards joined the march, laughing loudly and setting roadside tents on fire with their wands.

Nervous and anxious voices echoed all around. The colored lights that originally illuminated the entrance to the gymnasium had been extinguished, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic desperately tried to maintain order in the flames.Although Igil had already known that the scene tonight would be chaotic, he still felt uncomfortable when he actually saw it. The adults were not there. Igil took Draco into the woods, which was safer than the tent here. They met Lockhart and Snape, the other two wizards did not follow them.

"Where's Lucius?" Snape asked.

"He, Mom, and Sirius went to find Fudge." Draco replied, Snape nodded without speaking, and after a while they met the Gryffindor trio.

"You'd better stay here," said Snape. He saw the red-haired boy sandwiched between Harry and Hermione holding wands, showing disgust. "Where's your wand, Weasley?"

"I lost my wand! Maybe it was lost on the road, and we are looking for it." Ron looked anxious.

"Oh, it's lost, go and get it back, it's worth more than your life." Snape sneered, Ron didn't understand the potions professor's kindness, he turned around angrily and left, Hermione and Harry quickly followed up.

"Take this!" Snape's lips were drawn into a line, he handed Lockhart a few vials of emergency medicine, and hurried over.

"These Gryffindors..." Draco pouted, and Lockhart happily put the potion into his pocket, as if it was a token of love from Snape.

Suddenly, bursts of screams erupted from the surrounding woods, and a gigantic skeleton composed of countless green star-like things jumped into the air under their gaze.It shone brightly in a cloud of green smog, and the dark night sky set it off like a new constellation.

"The Dark Mark! No, that's Snape's direction!" Lockhart hurriedly said, when he arrived with Igil and Draco, there were already more than [-] wizards there, Arthur Weasley was struggling to explain to Mr. Crouch: "The people who made the mark, whoever they were, Apparated after they were done, and they did a very clever job of throwing down my son's lost wand, Not using my own wand, so as not to give away. A moment later, Mr. Crouch, your little elf caught sight of the wand and picked it up, and I think that's the way it is."

Seeing that Snape was fine, Lockhart blinked his forget-me-not blue eyes and showed a perfect smile, but he quickly covered his left arm, and cold sweat broke out on his face.The heat from the silver S-shaped mark under his clothes burned his skin: his king was angry.

"Gidero, I thought you would take the little wizards to a safer place." The ordinary wizard with a rough ring on his hand smiled and walked to Lockhart. The wizard's familiar smile drew the conclusion of Lockhart's imminent tragedy, but it was none of his business. Igil's only concern was why his father was here. He had already realized that Tom Slytherin would appear in the This, I'm afraid it's not just to watch the game.

The next day, the Daily Prophet published "Horror at the Quidditch World Cup," complete with flashing black-and-white photographs of the Dark Mark hanging from treetops.Ellie Windsor nestled in her room and sighed melancholy while reading the contents of the newspaper.The future doesn't seem to change much because of her, maybe...