[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports and Sports at the Ministry of Magic, rushed into the box, his round face sparkling with excitement, and he couldn't wait to shout, "Everyone get ready..."

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the audience in the box, especially the three bosses in the front row, Bagman was like a drake whose neck was pinched, and after a "quack", the sound was completely silenced.Bagman's red face began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon turned pale. He widened his eyes in horror, and his eyes were all vacant, for fear that he would accidentally meet the eyes of the big guys .

Bagman glanced at Fudge sitting on the floor, and immediately asked him for instructions as if he saw a rescuer, "Min, M, M, Minister..."

Following Bagman's words, everyone's eyes fell on Fudge again, and Fudge strangled Bagman, a subordinate who couldn't even wink at all, and he felt relieved.Is it easy for those big guys to forget his existence?It's all right now, because Bagman, an idiot who has done more than succeed in his affairs, has attracted the attention of the big boss again.Bagman could ask him for instructions, but who would he ask for instructions?Asking any one of the three will offend the other two.

"Just start as you said, we are just spectators today." Dumbledore said with a smile, and rescued Fudge from the predicament.Tom and Voldemort did not express any objection, but turned their heads boredly.

In fact, Fudge really thought too much. Tom, Voldemort and Dumbledore didn't care about such trivial matters at all. They all came today with a more important purpose.

Seeing that the bosses were not paying attention to this side, Fudge gave Bagman a hard look, patted the dirt on his body, and stood up from the ground.Before Bagman came in and hadn't figured out the situation, Fudge tactfully sat down on the only empty seat in the back row, which was Bagman's original seat.Fudge lowered his voice and sternly accused Bagman, "What are you still doing in a daze? Do you want the bosses to wait for you alone?"

"Ah... yes, yes." Bagman finally recovered from the fear of being stared at by the three bosses. He looked around blankly, only to find that there was only one seat left in the box. , that's the one next to Voldemort, next to Voldemort's seat.Bagman looked down at himself subconsciously. With his strong body, maybe he could squeeze together friendly with the mysterious person and have intimate contact?

The scene was so terrifying that Bagman shivered violently.

Wait, Bagman quickly realized that with his status in the Ministry of Magic, it is absolutely impossible for the Minister to give himself a seat in the middle of the first row, so that seat should belong to Fudge, and Fudge's seat is the one His, he was framed by Fudge, a crafty old man.

But Fudge was the Minister of Magic anyway, Bagman's immediate boss, so could he argue with Fudge about this?Must not.

Bagman gave Fudge a vicious look from an angle that he couldn't see, and silently swore in his heart that when his luck came and he won a large sum of money from gambling, he would definitely bribe other people in the Ministry of Magic to elect Fudge.

But now, the dumb thanks to Bagman can only recognize it.Of course he didn't dare sit next to Voldemort, so Bagman had to find a corner and stand.Bagman cast a Loud Voice Charm down his throat so that his voice could be heard throughout the stadium.

"Ladies, ladies and gentlemen, Huan, you are welcome to arrive, to arrive!" Bagman forced himself to calm down, but his voice was still unavoidably stuttering and trembling.

There was a burst of boos from the audience. They didn't know what was going on in the box, but they were very dissatisfied that the Ministry of Magic had sent someone who couldn't even speak clearly to host such a grand event as the Quidditch World Cup.

Hearing the booing, the cold sweat on Bagman's forehead flowed faster, for fear that the bosses would kill him if they got upset.Fear unleashes Bagman's great potential, and his voice becomes so full and passionate that if you don't listen carefully, you can't tell that he is risking his life to host.

"Welcome everyone to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause.

Anita moved uneasily in her seat. Even though Tom and Dumbledore were separated, the presence of Voldemort still made her feel like a thorn in her back, and she had a very ominous premonition.Tom hugged Anita to his side, and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, the presence of Voldemort here means that the Death Eaters won't do anything during the game. Enjoy watching the game, With Dumbledore and I watching him, he can do nothing."

Anita nodded, and after listening to Tom's words, she felt a little less uneasy in her heart.

"Now, allow me to introduce to you... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Following Bagman's enthusiastic introduction, a hundred veela leaped into the arena in a neat formation.Even as a woman—a beautiful woman—Anita had to admit that these veela were elves beautiful, especially when they danced on the green grass in tulle, the ultimate temptation. It can be seen from the people in the box who stared blankly at the veela, and some even stood up involuntarily. They even forgot the fear of the Dark Lord.

Anita was concentrating on watching Veela's performance - even if Veela is not as attractive to women as it is to men, Anita is still very happy to watch those beautiful girls dance - when she felt a burning gaze, Anita turned her head and found that Draco was looking at her with his chin resting on one hand.

"What are you looking at?" Anita asked.

"Look at you," Draco said, still looking intently at Anita.

"Look at what I do?"

"You look good."

Anita chuckled, "I think you are afraid of being seduced after watching Veela's dance and making ugly moves, so you divert your attention by looking at me."

"I wouldn't be tempted by a creature like Veela," Draco said disdainfully.In order to prove his words, Draco turned his head to watch the Veela dance, his eyes were sober, and he was not tempted. Ten seconds later, the Veela danced more beautifully, but Draco did not hesitate Turning around, she said to Anita, "I don't look as good as you."

"Although I know it's a lie, I'm still very happy." Anita rewarded Draco with a kiss on the cheek.

"It's not a lie. I will never lie to you." Draco stared at Anita affectionately, "In my eyes, you are the prettiest. One." Draco's eyes were sincere.

Anita couldn't help showing a smile. Anita is so beautiful at this time, even a bystander will agree that Anita is more beautiful than Veela at this time, not to mention that she always looks at Anita with love Draco from the filter, he stared blankly at Anita, and now Draco's expression was finally the same as that of the people around him.

Anita and Draco couldn't help but move closer to each other and kissed.

Of course, the three of Tom were not tempted by such low-level illusions as Veela. When Tom heard Draco's sweet words to "coax" Anita, he endured it and did not throw a curse.When Draco, the pig, got on his juicy cabbage again, Tom couldn't bear it anymore, he quietly pulled out his wand, and searched in his mind for a little villain who could teach Draco a lesson without being discovered by Anita. curse.

"Youth," said Dumbledore, holding down Tom's wand, which was about to move, "what a beautiful love, don't you think so, Tom?"

Voldemort sneered disdainfully.

Tom snorted, but for Dumbledore's sake he didn't make a move, he just cleared his throat loudly.

However, at this time, the veela was leaving the stadium, and the stadium was full of angry roars from the audience. Neither Anita nor Draco heard Tom's warning. Draco had to separate in order to avoid the gold coins scattered from the sky.

Tom decided he wanted to support Team Ireland.

After the display of the mascot was over, the people in the box came to their senses, terrified that the Dark Lord's aura became even more terrifying, and they all sat upright with serious faces.If someone walked into the top box right now, they would think it was a memorial service, not the Quidditch World Cup.

After the players from both sides entered the field, the game began soon.As expected of the World Cup, both sides are very strong, and the game was very exciting. The only thing that made the audience dissatisfied was that Bagman, the host and commentator, really lacked passion. He explained such an exciting game like the evening news, no, News anchors are more passionate than Bagman.

Bagman was bitter, but Bagman dared not speak.Being in the same room with the three bosses, Bagman was able to speak without stuttering or trembling, and he had exhausted all his strength.

Tom, Voldemort and Dumbledore watched the game outside, but none of them had their minds on the game.Dumbledore said to Voldemort, "You are stupid to come here tonight, Voldemort. Maybe you can cause panic briefly, but then what? Look at the crowd below, 80.00% of the wizards are gathered here, don't you Possibly against wizards all over the world."

Voldemort gave a twisted smug smile, a cruel red light in his eyes, "No, Dumbledore, just the opposite. I came here tonight to have all the wizards of the world stand behind me, You will be the enemy of the entire wizarding world." Voldemort looked at Dumbledore and Tom fixedly, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Dumbledore and Tom looked at each other and frowned.