[HP] If youth has an ageless face

"Antonio!" The Minister of Magic of Bulgaria came forward to hold his hand, "You are finally here."

"It's a bit late, sorry, Minister."

"It's okay, it's okay." His minister patted him on the shoulder, but his eyes fell on Edwin La, "Ah... Mrs. Zabini."

In fact, he had already seen her, after all, Edwin La was glamorous tonight.It is no exaggeration to say that at the moment she stepped into the box, a ray of light seemed to hurt people's eyes.All the people in the box looked sideways at her, and then they were impressed by her radiant face, especially those Bulgarians who saw her for the first time.

Aware of the unconcealable amazement in everyone's eyes, Antonio was very pleased, put one arm around her waist, put one hand on Blaise's shoulder, and introduced with a smile: "This is my wife, and my son—he also Loved Quidditch and is now batsman for the academy team."

Although everyone knew that Bryce was just his stepson, but this kind of title is really kind, coupled with the words he added later, this introduction smashed all the previous rumors in an instant, and proved the closeness of this reorganized family. Relationship.Compliments were offered at once, and Blaise tactfully responded to each one, and then received another round of compliments.

Edwina also smiled, with an ethereal charm.Her eyes slowly swept across the people in the box, and when Ludo Bagman made eye contact, the latter laughed loudly: "Do you remember me, Mrs. Zabini?"

"Mr. Bagman," she looked at him, "congratulations on your promotion."

"Don't dare, dare not." Bagman waved his hand and asked tentatively, "Which team do you think will win tonight?"

"You are the Quidditch expert," Edwin smiled, "What do you think?"

"What kind of master am I?" Bagman said modestly, "I vaguely remember that your brother participated in the World Cup, right?"

Edwina glanced at him. She didn't know Bagman well, having met him at another Quidditch World Cup many years ago.

"good."

Blaise naturally heard the conversation between her and Bagman, and he listened intently, trying to capture some information related to Uriah.

Sure enough, Bagman asked: "Mr. Davis hasn't been back to England for a long time, has he?"

Edwina smiled and said nothing, obviously not wanting to talk about his family affairs with this unfamiliar person.Seeing that she was silent, Bagman was helpless, and after a few more polite words, he left angrily to strike up a conversation with the newly arrived Malfoy family.

However, Antonio returned to their mother and son at this time: "Your brother? You never mentioned him to me."

"Don't you know if I don't mention it?"

"Who doesn't know Uriah Davis? He was a rising Quidditch star back then, just like Krum is now." Antonio smiled, "If you want, I can check it out for you. His whereabouts. What team did he go to?"

"Moose Jaw Meteorites." Edwin La seemed not interested in his proposal, "I think the team's world ranking has always been mediocre, so it can be seen that he has not made any outstanding contributions." Antonio could not refute, she Turning to Blaise, "Why don't you go talk to your classmates?"

Come on, this is the start of driving people away.

Blaise reluctantly moved to the side of Draco and the others. They had already seen him, and at this moment they shouted in unison: "Brace!"

"Don't be so surprised." Blaise shrugged, "I knew I would meet you today."

"Did you come with your mother?"

"And my stepfather." Blaise nodded in Antonio's direction, "Why are the Weasleys in this box?"

"God knows how they got tickets, I'm suffocating with them."

Potter was there too.Blaise wondered if the Weasleys had been in his favor.

"Let me tell you an insider news." Blaise looked at Draco with pity. He is a typical greenhouse flower, whose mental age is much younger than his actual age. "The mascot of Bulgaria is Veela."

"We all know what a Veela is like, Blaise."

"But Weasley and the others may not know." Blaise said meaningfully, "Do you feel happier?"

Draco's anger turned into joy in an instant.

The ending of this World Cup is quite unique - Krum caught the Snitch, but the Irish team won.

"Well, Bagman has to pay."

"what?"

Draco pointed to the blue-faced Ludo Bagman: "You don't know? This guy seems to have spent most of his fortune on betting, betting that the Bulgarian team will win."

At this moment, Draco's father called his name.

"I have to go," he said. "Are you free to come over to my tent tonight?"

Blaise was about to answer, when something in the robe pocket suddenly became hot: "Uh...it depends." It's a two-way mirror!Jacob needs him.

"Ok."

Blaise failed to slip away immediately as he wished, and he was stopped by Antonio to take a photo with Krum and others.After a round of group photos, the two-way mirror had quieted down again, Blaise was so anxious that he was about to leave immediately: "I'm going outside for a stroll."

After finishing speaking, he walked quickly to the outside of the arena, passed the bustling crowd in one breath, and walked to a secluded place on the edge of the woods.But he called Jacob several times, but there was no reply.

"Jacob!" Finally, his face appeared in the mirror.

"Brace, I—"

"Wait a minute!" Something seemed to be happening ahead.Blaise raised his head, and the lantern that illuminated the road had been extinguished at some point.The crowd was receding, and Blaise vaguely saw something thrown high in the air towards him, and there were a few flames.Before he could think about it, Blaise was wrapped in the crowd and hid into the woods together.

Children were crying, and dark figures were walking around.There was something called fear in the cold air, and Blaise suddenly felt a little nervous.

"Are you ok?"

"It's okay." Blaise collected himself, moved a few steps to the side and walked to a place where there were few people, and lowered his voice, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know a man named Matthew Wilson?"

He was taken aback: "That's my first stepfather."

"Listen," Jacob's tone was extremely anxious, "my dad mentioned his name when he got sick last night, and he kept cursing this man loudly, scolding him, saying that it's a good thing he died early."

"Is there any trouble between the two of them?"

"I want to ask you too."

Blaise really didn't have much impression of Matthew: "I only know that he died within a few months of marrying my mother—"

His words stopped abruptly, and a green light hit the mirror in Blaise's hand impartially.While the surrounding crowd ran away screaming, Blaise quickly rolled on the spot and avoided the bushes on the side.

Despite the pain from being pricked by the branches, Blaise still saw the group of people passing by him: black cloaks, hoods, masks, wands held high... He carefully turned his head in one direction, and then saw Not far away was the camp that was reduced to a sea of ​​flames, and a terrifying mark appeared above the sea of ​​flames.

The Death Eaters are back...

Blaise lay wide-eyed, motionless in the bushes.After confirming that the group of people were far away, he struggled to climb out of the bushes.

Mirror was in pieces, and Blaise made no attempt to salvage it.He raised his ears to pay attention to the movement around him, and at the same time was distracted by Jacob's words——Matthew Wilson, he and Uriah turned against each other?Was this before or after his death?

It would be nice if he knew more, but how could Edwina keep her mouth shut—

"Brace!"

He blinked.

"Brace!"

"Edwina, Edwina, they may not be far away." Antonio appeared in his line of sight first, and Blaise looked around blankly before seeing her stumbling around behind a burning tent. come out.

"Mom!" He couldn't help running towards her, Edwin pulled his head back, Blaise clearly saw the tears on her face, which made all his resentment towards her disappear instantly, "I'm fine— —”

His words were interrupted by a loud slap.There was a burning pain on Blaise's cheek, and before he could react, Edwina slapped him with another backhand.Then, she dramatically hugged him—you know, he is taller than her now—in her arms, and burst into tears regardless of his appearance.

The author has something to say:

=Brace Roll End=

I think everyone should not be too harsh on Blaise, after all, he is just an adolescent boy who has not opened God's perspective. XD

Volume Ten Antonio Stoyanlov: On the Edge of Love and Hate