[Comprehensive] The Wizard and the Fugitive

On the second day of the competition, Hermione contacted her new friend from the Sports Department of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic and moved the box to the other side of the field.Harry and Ron noticed that the new box was slightly larger than yesterday's and had better facilities, thinking that this was Hermione's willingness to change places.

Above their heads, on the top floor of the ceiling, in the box of Zabini's house, there were three Slytherins hanging on the arrest warrant, and a famous dark wizard.The top floor was more spacious than the box Harry and the three had just changed, and everything was top-notch, and unlimited fruits and refreshments were provided during the game.No matter which country the guests come from, they can enjoy the purest local taste. Of course, if they want to try something else, there will always be one of the hundreds of choices here that will attract the attention of the guests.

There was still some time before the start of the game, and Draco stood condescendingly by the guardrail, scanning the entire arena with his panoramic binoculars.His eyes flicked from row to row in the auditorium, looking at the various flags painted on the faces of those enthusiastic fans.Vendors who started the game shuttled between the seats, stopping from time to time to record and collect money.The security personnel of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic sat in the arena, occasionally raising their heads to glance at the auditorium, most of the time they were sleepy and bored.

In the opposite box were officials from the Ministry of Magic of various countries. Some of the faces were familiar, and they had probably seen them in Malfoy Manor. The Arabs in white robes or the black Draco in colorful monster clothes were completely invisible.

"Isn't the British Ministry of Magic here?" he asked after searching around.

Blaise shrugged: "Probably too busy." He said with a smug smile at Pan Xi: "As I said, the Daily Prophet is full of bullshit."

"Potter will give up the Quidditch World Cup? No way." Draco said lazily, "He must be here, but not where I can see it."

Blaise was helpless: "People from the Ministry of Magic of various countries are all arranged on the opposite side."

Draco frowned and thought about it, then laughed: "Maybe someone doesn't want to see me."

At Schiller's house, which was ten boxes away from them, Caesar pushed the door and walked in, and sat down in the empty seat next to Allen.Anna was on the other side of Alan. Seeing him coming in, she just smiled politely, showing no familiarity.

"I thought you weren't going to watch the game." Allen turned his head and smiled at Caesar.Maybe it was intentional, maybe it was just out of habit, his smile didn't look friendly, but a bit dark and sarcastic, which made people uncomfortable.

Caesar seemed to be used to Allen's attitude, and he didn't show any abnormalities at all. He still smiled and replied: "I just arrived yesterday." He glanced at Anna as he spoke, "I met your attendant yesterday. A funny lad."

"Really? I don't know yet." Anna turned to the young man behind her, who immediately bent down slightly: "I happened to meet Mr. Schiller yesterday. He is very interested in life in Russia."

Anna laughed: "What's so good about Russia, the winter is always so long."

The topic turned to Russia. Allen talked about the bear hunt he participated in last year at Petrovich’s house. Anna’s younger brother hunted two giant ice bears in one day, but he found nothing for several days until he finally caught one. Asian nine-tailed fox.

Anna looked at him intently, her eyes dripping with tenderness: "Russia is too cold in winter, and you are not in good health. You really shouldn't mess around with him."

Allen returned a doting smile: "But I want to give you something."

"That fox is very beautiful." Anna said happily.

Caesar tactfully withdrew from the communication among the young people, sat quietly on the side, and waited for the game to start.Players from both teams have already entered the field, and the referee is opening the box containing the Bludger, Quaffle, and Snitch, checking each ball in turn to see if it is normal.He looked towards William, who was getting very close to the boy from the Malfoy family at this time, and he didn't know what he was talking about. Caesar had never seen such tenderness from the heart on his face before.

It seems that William really likes this Draco Malfoy, although the current Malfoy does not bring any benefits.Foolish love, in which even William could not avoid being a fool.

Caesar's gaze quickly made William frown, but he just glanced in this direction, unwilling to stay for a second.Caesar knew why. William was controlled by Anna's mind magic when he was only a teenager. Since then, he has avoided the Petrovic family, and he has not said a few words to this day.

Anna has been impatient since she was a child, and spoiled women are like this. When something goes wrong, she is easily irritable. She always feels that everything she wants should be held in her hands, but in the end it can only be bad.

With the whistle of the referee, the game officially began.With only one minute to go, the home team had already won ten points, and there was shouts of excitement in the stands. Harry and Ron also stood up and cheered like countless excited fans.Their voices are like a drop in the ocean in the entire arena, not noticeable at all, but for the box directly above, it is enough to attract attention.

The three Slytherins raised their eyebrows at the same time and looked at each other. Pansy asked uncertainly, "Are they down there?"

Draco nodded: "I knew it, Potter must be here."

"But why is it below us?" Blaise said in surprise, "Isn't it really avoiding you, Draco?"

Draco twitched his lips, not about to explain his troubles with Granger.William just pulled out his wand at this time and waved it towards the floor of the box, creating a transparent area on the floor, allowing the three Gryffindors downstairs to be seen.

Harry Potter is still the same, the glasses are changed to the same ugly ones, the messy hair has a very personal style, the suit on his body is matched with the most popular look, but it can reveal a strange Weasley-style incongruity feel.

"Potter's slovenliness and Weasley's poverty," Draco said sarcastically, looking at his old friend below, "Only he can combine these two styles so skillfully, Harry Potter, British A rising fashion star in the wizarding world!"

His eyes moved to Ron, and he curled his lips in disgust: "Merlin, does the word Weasley mean freckles?"

Pansy's attention was all on Hermione. Miss Gryffindor Know-it-All was obviously more concerned about her appearance than the two boys. She looked much prettier than she was in school, with messy curly hair neatly draped over her shoulders, and a painted face. She has light makeup and wears a waist-tight suit skirt. Although it is not an expensive custom-made brand, it is simple and elegant, which suits her very well.

The sight from above made Hermione raise her head in doubt, she pulled out her wand and cast several detection spells, but the magic gap between William and her was too great to find any clues.

"This girl is very sharp." William said in admiration.Draco sneered at this, and William looked at him with raised eyebrows, his eyes reminding why the two of them met in London.

Draco's face darkened, but because Blaise and Pansy were here, he quickly returned to his lazy look.

"Should we avoid it?" Pansy asked, after all, they are three now, and their current identities are not suitable for meeting officials of the Ministry of Magic.

"No." Draco uttered a single voice slowly, with a nasty smile on the corner of his mouth: "Why don't you see your old friends from Gryffindor?"