God of the Universe Begins with Harry Potter

After a while, they were crowded to the nearest entrance, which was already crowded with shouting wizards.

"First-class tickets," said the Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance, looking at their tickets. "Top Box! Keep going upstairs to the top."

The stairs leading to the gym are covered with a fuchsia carpet.They climbed the stairs with the crowd, and finally reached the top of the stairs.

They came to a small box at the top of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts.There are twenty or so purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows.But Ye Ting has only three people here. It seems that Bagman is also working hard to get Ye Ting's forgiveness.

And the next door is obviously not like this. Some people came in one after another in the box where the Ron family and Harry were sitting. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people. Those people looked like great wizards with great status.Percy stood up hastily again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a thorn-covered porcupine.

When the Minister for Magic, Connelly Fudge himself, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.Embarrassed, he fixed the lens with his wand and sat dazed in his seat.When Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous look at Harry.

Fudge took Harry's hand as lovingly as a father, greeted him, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

"Harry Potter, you know," he called out to Bulgaria's Minister for Magic—a man in a rich black velvet robe trimmed with gold, who didn't seem to understand a word of English.

"Harry Potter... oh, come to think of it, you should know who he is... the boy who escaped from the dead at the hands of You-Know-Who... You must know who he is?"

The Bulgarian wizard suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed at it excitedly, murmuring loudly.

"Fudge, this idiot, he wants to use Harry Potter to expand his influence, and it seems that he has gone crazy." Ye Ting explained to the curious Hermione and Penello, "and, obviously, Bulgarian The Minister for Magic speaks English."

"Then why is he pretending not to?" Hermione asked strangely.

"He probably thought it would be fun to make Fudge draw gestures." Ye Ting shrugged with a smile.

As if hearing what he said, Fudge glanced and saw Ye Ting sitting in the adjacent box.

Ye Ting gave him a cold smile, and he immediately turned his head as if stung by a scorpion, looking both angry and scared.

Hundreds of thousands of wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats are arranged in a staircase pattern around the oval gymnasium.Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light that seems to come from the gym itself.From their commanding vantage point, the field looked velvety smooth.

There were three pitching hoops on each side of the arena, fifty feet high; to the right of them, almost parallel to Ye Ting's line of sight, was a huge blackboard with golden words flashing constantly on it, as if A giant invisible hand wrote swiftly on the blackboard and then wiped them away.

Those flashing words are advertisements for the audience to see.

Then, Ludo Bagman rushed into the box next door.

"Are you all ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister—can we begin?"

"Get started, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Ludo drew his wand and pointed it at his throat.

"Sounds loud!"

Then his words resounded like thunder, resounding through the packed stadium.His voice echoed over their heads, loudly to every corner of the stand.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause.Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, the scene was really lively.

On the blackboard across from them, the last line of the ad (Bibido Flavor Beans - every bite is an adventure!) has been erased, and it now reads: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, 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.

Many people leaned out of their seats, only to see a hundred veelas already slid into the arena, these beautiful women whose skin was as soft as the moon, and their hair fluttered behind their heads without the wind.

The music started, Veela began to dance, Ye Ting felt a tempting consciousness invaded his spirit, but the next moment he woke up.

He looked around, and everyone was fascinated by the Veela, the women were fine, but the men's postures were unsightly.

Ye Ting looked to the side, among the people he knew, Harry Potter stood there with one leg on the wall of the box; Ron made a pose as if he was going to dive from the diving board, and stayed there motionless; George Fred and Fred were already hugging passionately and looked like they were about to kiss; Percy, in a comical gesture, did a strange dance with the Veela.

Mr. Weasley, Black, and Lupin didn't respond, as if they had cast some sort of magic on themselves in advance.

"They... what happened to them?" Penello clenched Ye Ting's hand and asked nervously. He thought these people were crazy.

"It's a veela, a kind of transfiguration," said Miss Know-it-all, still omniscient. "When they became human, they were beautiful young women who danced under the moon on a midsummer night in tulle. Their men will forget everything about the world, and will not eat, drink, or sleep. If any unfortunate person joins them when the veela dances, they will have to keep dancing until they finally die of exhaustion."

For some reason, Ye Ting remembered the half-blood veela whom he met at the wizard chess game, Fleur Delacour, and her consummate charm and magic. He remembered that the Delacour sisters also came to watch in the original book. After this final, I just don't know if I can meet them.

Chapter 0220 Leprechaun gold coins and fierce competition

Penello looked at the ugliness of the men with interest, and even wanted to record it all, and then she suddenly asked curiously.

"Why don't some people respond at all?"

She saw several Ministry officials in the box next door, including Ludo Bagman, who didn't do anything exaggerated because of the Veela's presence.

"In fact, as long as you prepare in advance, you can avoid most of the Veela's influence." Ye Ting explained, "It is not the first time for the Bulgarian team to participate in the World Cup. They have experience in dealing with this."

"how about you?"

"Of course I'm strong-willed."

Finally, the music and dancing stopped, and all the odd movements immediately froze.

The gym was filled with angry roars and people were reluctant to leave the Veela.

"Now," Ludo?Bagman's voice sounded like a bell, "Please hold your wand in the air...Welcome to the mascot of the Irish national team!"

Then, with just a swish, a huge, green and gold thing flew into the gym, like a big comet.It flew around the pavilion before splitting into two smaller comets, each heading towards a set of goalposts.

An arched rainbow suddenly appeared across the arena, connecting the two gleaming balls.Exclamations of "Oops Oops" erupted from the crowd, as if watching a fireworks show.At this point, the rainbow disappeared, and the large gleaming balls connected and merged to form a huge, gleaming clover that rose high into the air and began to hover over the stands.Something crackled down from above, like golden raindrops—

Shamrocks circled over people's heads, dropping huge gold coins that landed on their heads and seats.Ye Ting narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the clover, and found that it was actually composed of countless little people wearing red vests and mustaches, each little people carrying a small golden or green lamp, It's an Irish leprechaun.