Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 159 This Is Absolutely The Best Firework
Harry and Hermione didn't buy any souvenirs.

One of them simply loves Quidditch, and doesn't know anything about stars. Although Ron and Neville have discussed it more than once, the other doesn't even understand Quidditch very well. They just start school soon and have to accompany their friends. relax for a moment.

When the sun officially rises.

The sound of gongs vibrated from a distance, accompanied by more intense noise.

The colorful lights on the tree are knotted, red and green are intertwined, emitting a slightly weird shimmer, and wizards can't have too much expectations for their aesthetics.

Wizards came out from all directions and unexpected corners, and set foot on the road to the arena.

They walked for more than ten minutes, passing through the woods, and a huge shadow fell across the sky.

The towering and long golden walls are inserted into the ground, enclosing the front, standing here magnificently and holyly.

"This is the highest masterpiece of wizards in recent years!" Arthur was very proud of this, and while leading them to find the entrance, he introduced, "Five hundred staff have been busy for a whole year for this."

"Guess how many people it can accommodate?"

Ron cautiously reported a number: "1 people?"

"50?" In contrast, Hermione reported a larger number.

Arthur shook his head again and again: "Ronnie, you can guess bigger, and Miss Granger, your imagination seems a bit too wild, I am afraid that no building can accommodate 50 people, but it can accommodate 10 people .”

"A total of 10 people are in this stadium. It is the greatest miracle of wizards in the past hundred years. There is no other building that can be as great as this stadium."

He spoke proudly.

Although the British Ministry of Magic has a bad reputation and is a mess, it can still do business.

Ron and they were very excited.

Hermione hesitated to speak.

Harry poked his head over, "What's wrong?"

"This year is 1994." Hermione lowered her voice, "Wizards only had their first [-]-level stadium. I thought they would be earlier."

"As early as decades ago, ordinary people had built the first 10-person stadium."

Mr. Arthur didn't hear Hermione's words, and continued to introduce to the children. Before the stadium was completed, he had the honor to visit it, and was even transferred here to help for a while.

They quickly found the entrance.

"First-class ticket!" The ticket-checking witch looked at Lupine and the Weasleys in amazement. They didn't look like people who could have this kind of ticket.

Stepping on the purple-red carpeted stairs to the small box on the top floor, which is almost flush with the golden goalposts, there are more than 20 gold-plated purple soft chairs neatly arranged in two rows in the box.

They sit in the front row.

After a while, there was a snap, and a light sound came from the second row of chairs.

Harry stepped forward, put on the Quinn Seal, drew out his wand, and pointed towards the sound.

"Harry?" Arthur was a little surprised, and looked back, "It's just a house elf."

Harry put his wand back with a blank expression: "Sorry, I have been tricked by this kind of creature before."

The little elf in the back row grabbed his ear and banged against the back of the chair. It was velvet and couldn't do any harm at all. After hitting it a few times, it climbed off the chair and kept bumping against the wall, muttering: "Winky is a bad house-elf, and Winky is scaring the little wizard!"

"Stop, it's very noisy." Arthur felt a little helpless, he waved his wand and pulled it away.

This little elf named "Sparkle" was standing restrained against the corner of the wall.

"Whose family is it?" Arthur asked.

It answered honestly, "Winky belongs to the Crouch family."

Percy's tone became flattering: "Mr. Crouch's? Where's Mr. Crouch?"

"Master?" Winky blinked and looked at Percy in confusion, but trembling, she quickly lowered her head and covered her face, "Master is very busy, he has other things to do, he asked Winky to reserve one for him." Location."

"Are you afraid of Percy?" Harry asked, squinting his eyes.

Winky's voice trembled: "Winky is not a qualified house elf, Winky is afraid of heights."

"When's Mr. Crouch coming?" asked Percy eagerly.

Winky shook her head: "I don't know when Mr. Crouch will come over."

"Don't make any noise." Arthur told it, and no one would pay attention to it.

One after another, others rushed over.

Senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, some "pure blood" wizarding families, such as the Malfoy family and the Shacklebolt family, Arthur and Percy kept getting up and greeting these people, Arthur was somewhat reluctant , but Percy was flattering.

When Fudge came over, Percy lowered his voice, wishing he could become the chair under Fudge's ass.

Ron looked awkward.

Hermione frowned, she couldn't see this scene, how could a good person be worse than a house elf.

Fudge eagerly introduced Harry to the others.

The boy who lived, the savior, the successor of Gryffindor, the best little wizard at Hogwarts, especially the word "best", immediately attracted the attention of many wizards.

Harry greeted them indifferently, and sat back in his chair without saying a word.

The other wizards don't mind, Mr. Potter is still young, and good wizards always have some strange tempers, like Dumbledore, he is crazy, Mr. Potter just looks a little cold, which is better than Crazy better.

Wait until the greetings are over.

Ludo stood up, walked to the front podium, cast a "loud voice" on himself, and a spell to ensure that the sound could be spread evenly, and said enthusiastically: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 422nd Quidditch Odd World Cup!"

"I don't know who will be the champion this year?"

"Can your expectations before the game bring a lot of Galleons to fill your pockets?"

"Let's not gossip, let's invite the mascot of Bulgaria next!"

On the right side of the stadium, there was a burst of violent cheers, just like the roar of a bull in heat in autumn and summer.

A team of girls walks into the gymnasium.

Arthur stood up abruptly, took off his glasses, wiped his robes a few times, and put them back on again, with a disbelief in his tone: "Vela! The mascot of Bulgaria is actually Veela!"

Ron was a little confused: "What Veela?"

But he soon became confused, and just like his father, he looked out.

Veela is a kind of human-like magical creature. They look no different from normal humans in appearance, oh. It can't be said that, their appearance is almost better than any witch.

They have the same charm as their appearance, so men who are not very determined can't take their eyes off them.

Draco, for example, is having trouble controlling himself now, and if his mother hadn't grabbed him by the robe, he would have jumped off.

Ron couldn't help himself, and was pulled by Arthur.

George and Fred's performance wasn't very good either. They clasped their hands and looked at the veela with hormones in their eyes.

In fact, many of the spectators sitting in the first and second rows jumped into the stadium, took off their clothes, and danced with the veela.

Hermione turned to look at Harry.

He sat comfortably on the chair, with the same expression on his face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, raised his wand, waved it lightly, and the Weasleys suddenly woke up.

George and Fred shook off their brother's hand in disgust, and even used it to clean up, trying to clean themselves up.

Ron was staggered and fell back into the box.

"What happened to me just now?" Ron rubbed the place where he was hurt from the fall, frowned, and when he turned his head, he noticed Draco's embarrassed appearance. He almost didn't bring it up in one breath, and pointed at He pointed to himself again, "I did the same just now?"

Arthur looked at Harry: "Oh, thank you, I almost couldn't hold him back."

"You were charmed by Veela just now." Harry looked at him.

Ron shrank his head, and George and Fred, who were always bold, did the same, not daring to look down.

"Don't worry, I cast a spell on you, which can counteract the charm of those veela." Harry patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him.

Fred stretched out his hand, grabbed George's sleeve tightly, and looked out with his head in surprise, "Really, I really won't be charmed by Veela!"

Ron also looked up.

Even without the charm of magic, the appearance of Veela is still full of great temptation to men or some special ladies, and it is also a great pleasure to appreciate their dancing posture.

"You should learn from Harry." Hermione kept a straight face, trying to hold back a smile, "He was not affected in any way."

"That's Harry." Ron retorted immediately.

George sighed helplessly: "Hermione, you don't need to show off. Little Ronnie is right. He is Harry. You can't make us like Harry."

Hermione's ears turned red, and she said loudly, "What is showing off?"

"Harry, how did you do it?" Fred was eager to try, "Vela and their magic are hard to resist. Maybe, I just said maybe, even Professor Dumbledore couldn't resist."

Harry asked, "Are there male veela?"

Fred shook his head. "Vela are ladies."

"Very good." Harry said blankly, "Then Professor Dumbledore must not be tempted by Veela."

Fred was taken aback, raised his hand and rubbed his ears, always felt that he couldn't hear any important words, what did he mean, was it what he thought?

But he didn't dare to ask any more, as if he didn't hear anything, he repeated the question again: "Harry, why didn't you get seduced by them, even though they were wearing clothes this time."

Arthur was taken aback.

and many more?

What did these kids do?
Why is it emphasized that "they are wearing clothes this time", the performances of Veela seem to have always been like this.

"It's just hard for me to heat a group of birds." Harry remained expressionless.

Veela has the appearance of human females on the surface, but when they are angry or fight with wizards, they will reveal their real bodies-turn into a huge bird that can breathe fireballs. in the animal series.

Most importantly, in Harry's senses.

A group of women on the Quidditch pitch exuded almost the same aura as the wands in the hands of some wizards.

When the veela performances are over, their magical effects dissipate.

The spectators in the stadium were lost. They seemed to have forgotten that this was the scene of the Quidditch World Cup. They cursed and shouted, asking the veela to continue performing.

Ludo cast three spells in a row, and the deafening voice calmed down the wizards who were dominated by hormones: "Gentlemen, don't forget, today is the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Let's welcome the Irish team next!"

"Let their mascots put on a show for us."

If Bulgaria uses Veela to attract attention, the Irish team's method is more direct.

They light a huge firework.

George and Fred were critical of it.

A huge clover exploded in the air, and then crackled, golden rain fell, and it was gold Galleons, which made people's heads hurt.

But George and Fred were very happy. They waved their wands and gathered the Gallons around them.

"I swear, this is definitely the best fireworks ever." The two of them spoke in unison and immediately commented.

(End of this chapter)