Time came to the night. It was around seven o'clock in the evening, and the crowd began to get restless. Perhaps the game was approaching, and an excitement spread across the camp like a cloud that could be touched.

Another half an hour passed, and even the silent summer air seemed to be trembling in anticipation.

When the night was like a curtain, the last trace of disguise disappeared, and the Ministry seemed to succumb to the inevitable trend and no longer opposed people, allowing obvious signs of magic to emerge everywhere.

Sherlock and the others sat upright on the bench in the tent garden, leisurely watching the wizards coming and going around. They had no so-called excitement about the upcoming game. Anyway, did the English team reach the finals?

Small vendors kept falling from the sky, pushing small cars, selling their own goods back and forth, filled with various types of items.

Femiya sat up to Sherlock impatiently, reading the Muggle romance novel in her hand, turning a deafening voice to the surroundings. She has recently become obsessed with Muggle romance novels, and some of them contain fantasy colors. Although Femiya disdains the wizards written in it, she admires their emotional experiences very much, thinking that when will she be favored by the God of Heaven?

"Only you girls can see this kind of boring thing. If you can't get it in real life, you want to fantasize and satisfy yourself." Rubo looked at Femiya and read with relish, and couldn't help but say a few words.

"What do you know? This is a sentiment, and this is something that Miss Ashinsha felt very good after reading it from Hermione, and she gave it to me." Feimiya raised her slender eyebrows. This vernacular romance novel was specially bought by Ashinsha in the world of Muggles. Ashinsha had only read the first one at Hermione's house, and there are five of this novels in the complete set.

Now Femiya often discusses some plots in novels with Ahsinsha.

Dandeney walked in from outside the door and stopped a businessman who was about to pass by. "This thing seems to be useful, Mr. Sherlock, look, the telescope allows us to observe the player's dribbling skills more closely."

"Panorama Telescope." The wizard vendor enthusiastically promoted "You can replay the picture... in slow motion... if needed, it can quickly flash the analysis of the game, and make a deal... ten gallons per plane."

"Why don't you grab the ten gold gallons?" Dandeni was immediately shocked. In the world of wizards, there are few commodities sold in the number of wizards. If the ten gold gallons are converted into RMB, it means more than 700 yuan. For wizards of fourteen or five years old, no one will go out to bring so much money. They are just children, and parents will not give so much pocket money.

Dandeney, Kirk, Rubo, and Femiya only had enough money to buy two.

This is pretty good for the young masters and ladies from the pure blood wizard family to put a few gold gallons in their pockets. No one with money will put them on the child. At this age, hundreds of gold gallons are put in their pockets.

"How much money do you two have with Malfoy and Parkinson?" Feimiya looked at Draco and Pansy on the side. Both families are smart, clever, and wizard-like business industries, so they should give a lot of pocket money.

Draco changed his previous arrogant attitude and fumbled all over his body before taking out a few silver shikes.

Pansy held a golden garron in his hand.

"Puchi! The young master of the Malfoy family, your father will put so much money in your pocket and go out." Feimiya couldn't help but point at Draco and smiled.

"This is my pocket money for a day. Most of it is saved at home. Who would put dozens of gold gallons in his pocket? Are you kidding me?" Draco strived to at least have a few silver Sike in his pocket, and the Weasleys' children are even worse. It is estimated that there are only a few copper nuts in his pocket.

"Forget it, let's go to five units first. You can use one unit for two people. I think there should be special tools for viewing in the VIP seat." Sherlock was rich and powerful. He even stored a lot of wealth in the Gringott and his own special vault.

"Haole, just do it like that. Look, there are 50 gold gallons in total, there are five, please pack them up." The wizard merchant looked surprised. This was a big business when he opened his door. If he sold these five, he could guarantee that he had already made enough money today.

The weather gradually became darker and the sun sank into the horizon. At this time, a deep and thick gong sound came from somewhere far away from the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the stadium.

"It's time, Sherlock is here, we're going in now." Fumond called Sherlock away. They had high-level VIP seats specially arranged by Chairman Quidditch, and could watch the game scene in the best position.

Sherlock left the five magic telescopes to Rubo and others, and he believed that he could not use this thing at all.

"Maybe your Murphylo game competition will be able to hold an international grand event in the future."

"Well... maybe it will take decades later." Sherlock responded to what Ah Xinsha had just said.

The Mephisto tribe walked towards the venue in the night with the misty light of the lanterns, and the surroundings were densely filled with various dress wizards, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

After walking along the woods for about twenty minutes, walking out of the exit, a huge gymnasium came into view.

Wherever you look, there is only part of the magnificent golden wall of the arena.

"I look a little imposing. I heard that it can accommodate 100,000 spectators. At least one-quarter of the wizards in Europe have come. Most of them have not obtained tickets." Fumond whispered beside him. Most of the wizards in this world love Quidditch, but Fumond doesn't like it. If it weren't for Chairman Quidditch's invitation many times, he wouldn't have planned to come over.

They walked to the entrance to "Special Ticket."

The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Pre-level private room! Keep walking upstairs, Mr. Bagman is waiting on it, and walk to the top."

"No need, this is a big shot, I should come here to greet you in person."

A cheerful voice came from the entrance.

Ludo was wearing a long Quidditch ball robe with wide yellow and black crossings on it, and a huge wasp wasp printed on his chest like ink.

It seemed that he was strong in his body, but now he was on the decline. His robe was tightly stretched to his big belly, his round blue eyes, short golden hair, and his red face all made him look like an oversized boy.

Ludo Bagmann's position as Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic and Chairman of the International Quidditch Association, although he holds an important position in the Ministry of Magic, he does not conflict with the work of the International Association.

"Ahhh!" Bagman shouted happily.

He jumped and jumped as if he had a spring under his feet.

He was obviously in a state of extreme excitement.

"Mephisto, old man." He came here and said breathlessly, "What a good weather, right? The weather is great! Where can I find such a weather! There must be no clouds at night... The whole preparation is in order... I have nothing to do! But I remember that you should enter the venue at this time. With me in the future, you can still go and condolences with the athletes."

Fu Mengd seemed to have been used to Lu Duo playing the piano randomly, nodded helplessly, and then said, "By the way, Lu Duo, this is my son, Sherlock, you should have seen her daughter Ashinsha, and niece Salina." He emphasized at the beginning, and seemed quite proud.

Lu Duo was obviously surprised. He put away his arrogant temperament and reached out to Sherlock with a gentlemanly voice, "I heard about the name of Daming for a long time. I heard that the dementor suffered a lot in your hands. This is not a secret in the Ministry of Magic. Dementors are about to be extinct. And after all, the name of the Prince of Curse is shocking the five continents. Maybe you don't know that your father and I were famous bad friends when we were in school. We have never done anything bad. It's just that he can have such an excellent child as you... I even doubt whether he is his biological child."

Fu Mengd's face looked ugly. He was indeed a friend of Lu Duo, and the other party also had a stinky mouth that made people laugh.

Sherlock felt that Ludo Bagman and Rubo had very similar personalities.

Sherlock had a standard aristocratic smile on his face. "Mr. Ludo's name is also well known. The several innovative measures you have taken to serve as the director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic have been put into practice. It is indeed a long-term strategy to benefit the country and the people."

Lu Duo recalled with some confusion about the measures he issued since he became the Sports Director. Is it so powerful? Don’t I know that the few small measures I planned for sesame and mung beans are so great?

He smiled awkwardly, "Where, where, Master Sherlock praised it."

In fact, as the chairman of Quidditch, the most important sports in the magic world, has always been the director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and has taken turns.

The stairs leading to the gym are covered with purple-red carpets.

Following the crowds, they slowly entered the stands on both sides of the left and right.

Finally, I reached the top floor of the stairs, located at the highest point of the gymnasium, and facing the golden goal post.

There are about twenty purple and gold-plated seats here, divided into two rows.

Many people had already sat in the private room, and Fu Mond and his team arrived at the third row on the top floor of the private room.

The people sitting in this row are basically big shots.

"Ah, it's Fudge." As Fumond walked past the Minister of Magic, he reached out to "Hello, Minister."

Fudge shook hands with several people one by one with an official smile on his face, until Sherlock, he smiled at Sherlock with a slightly bitter face and said, "This time, Atzkaban has nearly half of the dementors. Mr. Sherlock must show mercy in the future. If you come a few more times, the prisoners will probably be grateful to you."

Sherlock chuckled, "The Dementors will definitely not come to Hogwarts in the future. The Ministry of Magic still needs to strengthen management of these dark creatures, otherwise, I don't mind shutting down the spot for you."

Fudge nodded and said yes, with a standard smile on his face.

"By the way, Mr. Sherlock, please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberlanzik... Mr. Oberonsk... He is the Minister of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic." Foggy solemnly introduced to several people.

"Is that Lucius?" As Alice watched around, she saw Lucius in the passage below, she seemed to have hooked something with her cane.

"It's Lucius, Sherlock, please come and invite the Malfoy family, but why are they staying there?" Fumond said in surprise.

Because from their top floor you can see Lucius below, but you can't see what happened there.

Sherlock agreed to go over and invite Lucius, but when he saw a dramatic scene, Lucius was actually mocking Harry Potter.

A subtle sound reached Sherlock's ears.

"You arrogant...selvesome guy...and arrogant...and crazy, don't think I don't know what you did or said last year, and you dare to slander others... That's just that Sherlock doesn't care. If the Mephisto clan really gets angry, Mr. Porter's little ant like you can crush you, and Dumbledore can protect you in this world. Of course, the other party is a completely foolish old guy who will be foolish and always protect you."

Lucius's cane hooked Harry Potter's shoes, and after letting go, Harry Potter almost retreated and lay on the ground.

"Harry... I've told you that I should apologize to Sherlock. Now everyone in the magic world knows your bravery." Ron held Harry next to him and said in a low voice.

"Aha... Although the Weasleys are poor, they at least have a distinct personality to distinguish right from wrong, unlike this reckless guy."

"How reckless Harry is, it has nothing to do with Malfoy." Sirius Black suddenly appeared in front of Harry and blocked Lucius.

"Blake? I heard you've been looking for Petdag this year, have you found it?"

"I can't wait to see my former colleague die at my hands, Malfoy."

"Peter? He is not worthy!"

"Lucius!" Seeing the two groups of people who were tense, Sherlock called out Lucius' name in time. After all, Lucius was still speaking for Sherlock just now.

After seeing that the person coming was Sherlock, both groups of people quietly closed their mouths.

"We have found a place above, but we can't wait for you. Don't delay here. It's almost time to start." Sherlock nodded slightly to the Weasleys, Black and Hermione, and left.

Lucius glared at Black and Porter fiercely, and pulled Draco away.

They came to the Mephisto side, at the top floor.

He walked directly to the first row and then Ludo Bagman rushed into the box.

"Are everyone ready?" he said, his round face shining like a huge piece of spherical cheese. "Can the minister start?"

"You said it's time to start, Ludo." Fudge said kindly.

Ludo pulled out his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "The sound is loud!" Then what he said resounded like thunder, throughout the packed gymnasium.

His voice echoed over their heads, and it went loudly to every corner of the stands.
Chapter completed!