HP Dawn Night

Although the Ministry of Magic has repeatedly emphasized the importance of vigilance against Muggles, it seems that even the summer air is trembling waiting for the Ministry of Magic to succumb to the irreversible trend.At dusk, when darkness began to cover the camp, even the most cautious wizard could no longer pretend, and the patrolling Ministry officials stopped fighting people and allowed the traces of magic to spread unscrupulously.

Draco and I slipped out of the tent after dinner; Mom went to meet her friends where the French were; Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa were not so lucky and had to stay in the tent entertain their guests.

Every few steps, apparition peddlers descend from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts, selling all kinds of weird things to people - glowing rose-shaped badges, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria , will also call out the names of the team members; the shield-shaped badge, with the team name engraved on it, and the portraits of the team members will appear one by one when you click it; the green or red wizard hat will scream "must win" ; The small flying model of the national team can perform various Quidditch tactics; the national flags of the two countries can play and sing the national anthem when they are waved; Smug pomp; the dancing shamrock hat, which is exclusive to the Irish team, and the Bulgarian team sash, with a lion that actually roars.

"Saved up my pocket money all summer for this," Draco told me as we leisurely passed the hawkers. He bought an Irish flag and a green badge, but he also bought the Bulgarian team's miniature model.

"Just to study Quidditch tactics!" Draco explained needlessly when he saw me raise my eyebrows at the model in his hand.

"Oh, admit that you adore Krum, there's nothing funny about it, and so does Pansy—give me a Krum album, thank you." I bought an album, a Krum statuette for Pansy And a Bulgarian team badge, I think she should be satisfied.

—Of course I won’t tell her, I purposely didn’t buy her anything to put up Krum’s posters in case she put them up in the dorm.

"That's right," Draco pouted, looking at the Bulgarian team changing formation in his hand, "My mother also considered sending me to Durmstrang, do you know where?"

"I know there is a lot of tolerance for the dark arts."

"...no, that's not what I meant. If you understand, you know I'm talking about the Hogwarts system of governance. Merlin, what a cliché it is—"

I decided to change the subject in good time: "See what's that?"

A small cart was piled high with what looked like binoculars, but was covered with knobs and dials of all kinds.

"Panoramic telescope!" Draco called.

"You really have a good eye," the wizard peddler greeted enthusiastically, "You can replay the screen... Play it in slow motion... If necessary, it can also quickly flash out the analysis of the game situation—"

"—Let's make a deal, how many Galleons?" Draco said briskly.

"Ten Galleons each, with a competition manual." The peddler pointed to the other side of the cart.

"Buy two." Draco said without hesitation, and slipped one into my arms, "Put it away, this is not something you can buy casually."

"How to say?" I fiddled with the newly acquired telescope.

Draco said in a sacred tone: "You can only buy it during the Quidditch World Cup! And it won't be easily damaged. If you keep it properly, you can always pass it on to your grandchildren!"

"...It sounds really scary." I held a pile of game memorabilia, "How did you know the existence of this thing?"

"'Quidditch World Cup Guide'." Draco said seriously, "I've done my homework."

"Ha, thank you. Would you like something to drink?" I pointed to a hot-looking cold drink stand in front of me.Only two flavors of the drink are sold there: Irish Green and Bulgarian Red.

After buying a glass each, we realized that although it looked very good, it tasted just average.

"Actually, it's juice with ice." Draco poked the ice cube floating on top.Now that the purse was much lighter, we were back in our tent.The three adults, all empty-handed, were sitting together drinking tea and chatting.

At this time, somewhere far away in 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," Uncle Lucius took out his pocket watch and looked at it. "Let's go, children."

Uncle Lucius led the way. We didn't bring the souvenirs we bought just now, but only the panoramic binoculars.Walking into the woods along a lantern-lit passage, we could hear hundreds of people moving around us, shouting, laughing, and intermittently singing.The frenzy was contagious, and we paced through the woods for about a quarter of an hour before we finally emerged from the other side of the woods, and that's when I realized we were in the shadow of a huge gymnasium middle.From where I stood I could only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the arena, but that was enough to leave me dumbstruck.

"Come on, boys, follow." We headed for the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by shouting wizards.

"First class seat! Top box!" The witch at the entrance looked at our tickets and said, "Go all the way to the top, Mr. Malfoy."

The stairs leading to the gymnasium are covered with fuchsia carpets, and as you go upstairs, there are fewer and fewer people walking. Finally, when I stepped into the box, I had to be surprised by the view I saw—this room can hold about The small box for 20 people is at the highest point of the stadium and facing the golden goal post. The seats are divided into two rows, all of which are purple and gold-plated seats.

Many people have come to the box one after another, and I can see some advertisements flashing on the billboards.

"... Always trying to get the best seats... Ah, Lucius is here!"

Then Draco and I saw a few people we never expected - the Weasleys, Potter, and Granger.

"Oh, my Merlin." Draco said through gritted teeth.

It was an awkward few seconds.While Uncle Lucius, Aunt Narcissa and my mother were talking to Fudge, we were confronted with the rest of the Gryffindor family, and I dare say that if it hadn't been for some other distinguished guests here, perhaps we would have Just pinch it up.

"You should also know Mr. Brunske and his wife. He is an expatriate officer of the Diplomatic Liaison Department of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. This young man should be your classmate at Hogwarts?" Fudge suddenly said to Della and me Coe said.

"Brace?"

"Brace!" we yelled in unison in astonishment.

"Don't be so surprised." Blaise shrugged and walked quickly across the seat towards us, "I think I will meet you today anyway."

Brace's presence is just in time to take our eyes off Potter.

"Did you come with your mother?"

"And my seventh stepfather." Blaise gestured to us with his eyes.In fact, he didn't need to say much, Mrs. Zabini was so gorgeous tonight that no one would recognize her unless she was blind.And the identity of the man next to her naturally need not be mentioned.

"I can barely breathe in a box with a bunch of Weasleys," Draco said disgustedly.

"Come on, let me tell you some good news. The mascot of the Bulgarian team is Veela. They want to perform dances, so...you understand?"

"We all know what a Veela looks like," Draco said irritably.

"Yeah, but you know that doesn't mean Potter and Weasley know." Blaise smiled, with a mischievous smile.