Homecoming from Hogwarts

Lucius Malfoy, Draco, and their mother, whom Harry had just met this morning, appeared at the door of the box.Sirius' expression changed slightly. He jumped over a row of chairs and walked around to Harry. He put a hand on Harry's shoulder and stared at the family with cold eyes.

"Ah, Fudge--"

Malfoy stepped into the box and walked up to the Minister of Magic, "Hello, I think you haven't met my wife Narcissa, and our son Draco."

Fudge smiled and said hello to Narcissa and Draco, and then said to Malfoy,

"You're late enough, Lucius. Is there anything that delayed you?"

"Oh, you are so good at predicting things, Minister, there was a little unexpected situation--"

Lucius smiled smoothly, but there was no smile in his cold gray eyes. He suddenly turned his attention to Sirius and Harry, his eyes full of contempt.

"What's wrong?" Fudge asked concerned.

"It wasn't me, it was Narcissa and Draco. They were frightened by a werewolf when they were at camp early in the morning. After knowing this, I was very worried about their mental state, so I took them to St. Mungo's for a full visit. Mental evaluation."

lie!

Harry wanted to yell at Lucius Malfoy, but Sirius held his shoulders firmly to prevent him from having a fit.

Lucius's words did surprise Fudge, but he noticed that the Bulgarian Minister of Magic beside him seemed to be concerned about what Lucius Malfoy said, so he laughed a few times,

"Oh, haha, this is a funny little joke, isn't it? Lucius, werewolves are under strict supervision, and, besides Amosta personally executing Greyback and his werewolves, I thought Let’s see if there are any werewolves in the UK who dare to cause trouble. Speaking of which—”

Fudge looked around a few times and said slightly disappointed,
"Amosta, like you, Lucius, donated a sum of gold to St. Mungo's. Originally, I asked Amelia to send him an invitation, but the owl that sent the tickets changed several times and I couldn't find it. Someone else, Sirius?"

Fudge had long recognized Sirius, but he was not interested in him, and he also knew that Sirius would not like him, so he deliberately ignored him, but since he asked Amosta, he took the opportunity to ask. Sentence, "Do you know where Amosta is? If he is watching the game here, then let him come to our place, if he doesn't get a first-class ticket."

For some unknown reason, Harry keenly noticed that Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, looked a little uncomfortable when he heard Fudge mentioning Professor Blaine. He looked nervous until Sirius After telling Fudge that Professor Brain didn't come to watch the game, his face didn't look so pale.

Hermione and Ron were both moving closer now. They couldn't squeeze through, so they could only stretch their necks and look anxiously from behind.

"Oh, my God--"

Fudge seemed to realize that he had almost gathered everyone in the box to him, and he smiled kindly at everyone,

"The game is about to start. Go back to your seats, everyone."

So, the crowd began to disperse. Harry and Sirius stood on the steps, waiting for the people in front of them to return to their seats. When Draco passed by Harry, he glared at Harry with disdain. Of course, Harry He didn't look good on him either.

Narcissa pretended not to see her relatives, but when Lucius walked past Sirius, his steps paused slightly, and his eyes glanced at Sirius's face seemingly unintentionally, his eyes deep,
"Your comments about the Malfoy family are wonderful. I took note of it--"

Sirius frowned, but before he could say anything, Lucius Malfoy was already walking to his seat.

"Sirius--"

Harry screamed worriedly. It seemed that Draco's father must know what Sirius said that morning.Lucius Malfoy was more powerful and cunning than his son. In the second grade, in order to deal with Mr. Weasley, he even stuffed Voldemort's relics into Ginny's schoolbag and opened it in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. An attack on a young wizard nearly drove Dumbledore out of Hogwarts.

"It's okay, Harry-"

After a cold snort, Sirius said nonchalantly,

"This kind of stuff can't hurt me."

When Harry, Hermione and Ron got together, he immediately told both of them about Lucius' threat, but neither Ron nor Hermione seemed to care much.

"You think highly of that guy, Harry -" Ron's tone was almost exactly the same as Sirius' just now, "He has been trying to deal with my father, but he has not succeeded for so many years. According to me, Lucius Malfoy and Like his son, he has no brains at all."

"He doesn't dare mess around, Harry--" Hermione also said,
"Neither Professor Dumbledore nor Professor Blaine would watch Lucius Malfoy cause trouble for Sirius."

Mentioning the names of the two wizards made Harry feel relieved. Indeed, even if Lucius Malfoy had any bad intentions towards Sirius, they would disappear under the eyes of Professor Dumbledore and Professor Blaine.

"Harry, I just saw you chatting with a house elf?" Hermione asked curiously, "Do you recognize it?"

"It's called Twinkle--"

Harry told everything in detail about what he had just communicated with Winky. Not surprisingly, Hermione was also angry at Barty Crouch's irresponsible behavior, but Ron seemed unable to empathize. The sad fate of the elf just glanced at the position curiously,

"But Barty Crouch hasn't come yet, and the game is about to start, isn't it?"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Ludo Bagman burst into the box in a hurry.

"Is everyone ready?" he said, his round face shining like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister - can we start?"

"Just start as you say, Ludo."

Fudge said kindly.

The thunderous speech resounded throughout the packed stadium,

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to your arrival and welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

The magnificent stadium suddenly erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem. The scene was really lively, no matter what people were thinking or talking about before. , the moment Ludo's voice sounded, the only word 'Quidditch' came to people's minds!

"Well, without further ado, please allow me to introduce the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stand was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

"Each team brings its own mascot, which is always worth seeing!" Mr. Weasley introduced the little ones with a blushing face, "I didn't know they brought it. Oh!"

Mr. Weasley suddenly leaned out from his seat, took off his glasses suddenly, wiped them on his robes,

"It's a Veela!"

"What is charming--"

Seeing that a hundred veela had already slid towards the arena, Harry's question was answered.Veela are women, the most beautiful women Harry has ever seen in his life. Their skin is as bright and soft as the moon, and their hair can flutter behind their heads even if there is no wind. At this moment, the music started, Harry couldn't think about why Veela were human; in fact, his mind went blank.

The Veela's dance was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen in his life. Just looking at it made him feel extremely happy. Just looking at them made everything no longer important.

As the Veela's dance became faster and faster, some crazy, shapeless thoughts began to swirl in Harry's dizzy mind.He wants to do something really great and sit down now.How about jumping from the box into the stadium, it looks good. But is it exciting enough?

"Harry, what are you doing?"

Hermione's voice seemed to come from outside.

The music stopped and Harry blinked blankly. He stood in front of the guardrail with one leg on the railing. Next to him, Ron made a motion that seemed to be diving, bending his body and motionless.

"Tsk tsk--"

Most of the men in the box looked like they had just woken up from a dream. Only a few adult wizards could still maintain their grace. After being tempered by the dementors, Sirius, who had a strong nerve, looked at Harry and Harry with a smile. The price child of the Weasley family smacked his mouth.
"Young man--"



(End of this chapter)