Hundreds of thousands of Quidditch fans gathered here, and even if everyone made a little noise, it would turn the entire camp into a boiling crucible. With the arrival of the afternoon, this restless mood not only did not reduce, but spread more and more, and even the summer air seemed to be trembling.

Felix stayed in the tent and followed Luping and others to count the things to use for the light show. According to the plan, they would hold a grand magic light show the next night in the Quidditch finals, and continue until the end of the game. In addition, Future World Company also spent 1,000 Gallons to purchase text advertisements before the start of the Quidditch World Cup.

The sun finally set, and the afterglow of dusk continued to dissipate. Cremy and the young clerk Arik McGee sneaked out to play. It was very lively outside. Every once in a while, small vendors appeared, and they pushed small cars full of souvenirs and walked among the crowd.

The Ministry of Magic also gave up its final resistance and let it go. All signs of magic suddenly appeared, "crackling" phantoms moved, vigorous shouting and selling sounds, joy and noisy chatting... noisy in the camp.

Lupin also went out, Felix stayed in the tent, fiddling with a wall of air on his left hand, holding the wand in his right hand, and whispered: "Thunderbolt explosion."

A red light shot out from the tip of the staff and hit his left hand straight on. After waiting for a second or two, Felix's left hand trembled for a moment. He dissipated his magic and looked at the palm of his hand. There was a small red dot on it.

"The effect is still very limited." Felix kept thinking. The spell he had just used was not very powerful. After another hour or two, Cremy and Arik returned with a full load, carrying large and small bags, and putting them on the table beside him. Felix put away his magic and looked at the various souvenirs on it.

There was a glowing green rose-shaped badge, and was shouting at the top of his lungs, "The Irish team will win!" Cremy pressed hard at the top of the rose, and it finally stopped;

And things like binoculars, covered with all kinds of weird knobs and turntables. “That’s a panoramic telescope,” Cremy said. “I think this is great, you can play the picture in slow motion and quickly flash the analysis of the game.”

Felix tried it, "It's really interesting." He kept tweaking the buttons above, and the whole world slowed down in front of him. Cremy was slowly taking out a flying small model of fire crossbow arrow and gestured in front of him.

In addition, there are statues of famous players for collection. Arik McGee bought a full set of memorial statues of the Irish team. They walked around the table with a smug look. One of them fell off the table without paying attention.

"Oh, my Lynch"

Arik said, quickly wiped the ashes on the small statue's nose, "Go away quickly, go away..."

Cremy and Felix both looked at him and explained, "This is my father's approach. To drive away bad luck, you must not let the good situation be ruined."

"Is it really useful?" Cremy looked at him suspiciously.

"Of course," he introduced with great enthusiasm: "Britain has missed the trophy for thirty years, and it is very promising to win this year. We have the most tacit team, Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Marlett! Moran! Quigley! Of course, Linzi!"

"Is he looking for a ball player?" Cremy pointed at the 'Lynch' in Arik's hand with her chin.

"Yes, the ball seeker is the soul of the team..." When talking about Quidditch, Arik was particularly talkative. When he heard that Cremi didn't even understand the basic foul, he stared at him, as if he had discovered an alien.

"I tell you that Quidditch has many fouls, such as the most common pulling, rushing, elbowing, locking the opponent with a broom handle, and relatively complicated ones..."

Felix quietly retreated aside, and he found an interesting game, laying out thick air walls in the air, throwing some small things, such as cups and forks, and then they will stick to them, moving forward in slow motion, the specific speed of movement is related to the power you throw them.

Cremy also discovered the game, and she tried to knock the professor's cup out with her own cup.

After repeated failures, she turned her attention to Arik's small statue.

"Absolutely not," Arik said firmly, but he took out a bunch of small statues from his pocket, "Bulgaria, you can throw this."

After a while, various cups, knives and forks, badges and small statues were stuck in the air, and a bag of sealed snacks.

"Arik won, with five points."

...

It was completely dark, and Felix asked everyone to have a meal, "It's better to eat something. You can't watch the game hungry, and I don't know how long it will take."

"Where is Lupin?"

"Maybe I met a friend, chat for a while, and I will remember to bring him food," said Felix.

"I really hope the game will be held for ten days and ten nights." Cremy Villa said sincerely at the dining table. So that they have more time to show off the magic lamp.

Felix laughed.

"Have you made a decision yet, Vera? You've already regarded yourself as a member of the company."

Cremy said embarrassedly: "I haven't figured it out yet. I like the job of a curse solver, but it's also great... Am I a little greedy, professor?"

Felix shrugged, swallowed the chicken in his mouth, poured himself a glass of iced lemon juice, and smiled and said, "You are a happy trouble. I can't help with this, but there is no need to make a decision in a hurry or put pressure on yourself."

He raised his goblet and replied in a long way, "You are always welcome here, Vera."

At this time, Lupin walked in from outside the tent with a worried look on his face. Felix poured him a glass of lemon juice. He thanked him, stretched his eyebrows, "I just went to Harry's place, and there was almost a conflict."

"What's going on?" Felix asked, directing the dishes to float to Luping, "I suggest you try this, fried halloumi cheese, bought by Arik from a vendor, and eat it with chicken, and it tastes very special."

Arik McGee, who was sitting next to Cremy, smiled reservedly, Lupin patted his shoulder and said gently, "Thank you." He sat down and explained, "Sirius and the Weasleys stayed together and ended up meeting Barty Crouch, you know..."

Felix knew it in his heart. It seemed that Sirius might be a little hostile to Barty Crouch, but Lupin's words surprised him.

"It was Barty Crouch who provoked him," Lupin's eyebrows frowned again and said slowly: "Crouch is responsible for the defense of the entire camp. When he spoke, he talked about the Death Eaters. Crouch reiterated the old things, believing that there are a large number of Death Eaters who are at large and free from justice."

"But Sirius has proven innocent."

"Yes, but he kept looking at Sirius when he spoke. You also know Sirius' temper. The two of them had a feud. If Harry hadn't pulled him..." Lupin shook his head and didn't continue, but Felix could have guessed the scene at that time.

I guess I even took out my wand.

A deep and thick gong sound came from somewhere in the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the stadium.

"Time is up!"

The four of them stood up, walked out of the tent, and walked into the woods along the surging crowd. They came out from the other side of the woods and saw a huge oval open-air gymnasium. The interior was brightly lit and very bright. The light from the light reflected half of the wall into golden color.

"It is said that it can accommodate 100,000 people." Arik murmured.

They took the tickets to the top box and went up the stairs leading to the top floor with purple-red carpets. When there were no more stairs in front of them, they were already standing at the highest point of the gymnasium.

There was a spectacular scene downstairs, with hundreds of thousands of wizards sitting one after another. Cremy pulled his sleeves, and on the side of the field basket, there was a huge blackboard with various advertisements playing loops on it.

‘Cornet: The flying broom for the whole family is safe and reliable, with built-in anti-theft bee speaker…’

‘The future world, watch the competition, watch the light show, say goodbye to kerosene lamps and dazzling torches, the future is all in front of you’

Felix nodded and said that he had seen it. Soon, the small box they were in began to enter, including the Weasleys, the Malfoys, Sirius, Harry and Hermione, followed by Connelly Forge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

Lucius Malfoy coldly cast a cold glance at Weasleys and Sirius, nodded slightly, and then started a passionate conversation with Fudge. When Felix looked at him, he subconsciously avoided his sight.

‘Have you not thought about it yet, Lucius.’ Felix thought.

After everyone sat down, only the small box was left with Foggy and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic Chicken and Duck. Foggy missed Bati Crouch extremely. Although they were not in harmony, Crouch's talent was obvious to all. He knew at least one hundred languages, including the language of many magic creatures.

Later, Bati Crouch and Ludo Bagman came together. Crouch had a terrible expression and a layer of frost on his face, but Foggy was about tortured by the bad accent of the Bulgarian minister and did not notice this at all.

"Thank goodness, Batty, you're finally here, I need you to translate it for me"

"I was the one who forced Batty over," Ludo Bagman said happily. "I told him that you have the greatest contribution and should stand at the highest point..."

"Sorry." Crouch was full of disgust and his lips trembled, as if he was resisting the urge to slap Fauci: "I don't have time to deal with these trivial matters."

"Small thing?" Frogy took a deep breath and looked at him incredibly. What was wrong? He was about to say something, but Crouch's lips squirmed silently. Although he didn't make a sound, Frogy was too close to him to clearly distinguish the shape of the exit. Crouch said: "Idiot."

"Batty Crouch!" Fudge's mood was mixed with anger and fear at this moment. He shouted loudly at Crouch, spitting everywhere, "You finally stopped hiding and decided to seize my position!"

There was silence in the box, and no one expected that such a thing would happen. Even the Bulgarian minister opened his mouth wide and said in standard English: "What happened?"

As the host of the opening, Ludo Bagman was frozen in place, sweating constantly on his round face, and subconsciously took a few steps back, "Ouch!" Hermione shouted, and it turned out that he stepped on Hermione's foot.

"Yes, sorry, little girl." Ludo Bagman stammered.

Sirius said disdainfully: "See it, neither of them is good. Crouch also looked at me this afternoon. I think he is finally crazy."

Felix, who was sitting in the second row, pinched his chin. Is it necessary to see a fire today, the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department duel as the current Minister of the Magic?

What a pity, there are no reporters

Mr. Weasley stood up and tried to relieve the awkward atmosphere, he hesitantly said: "Mr. Crouch..."

Barty Crouch seemed to have finally recovered his sanity. He opened his mouth but said nothing. He hurriedly dropped a few apology and turned around and left. Only Fuji, who was panting and red in his eyes, was left at the scene.

When Crouch left, Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead, as if he was being stuck to his skin by a soldering iron.

He covered his forehead and forced himself to stop making any noise. Only Sirius and Ron, who were sitting on both sides, noticed the abnormality. Sirius asked in a low voice: "What's wrong, Harry? Your scar hurts again?"

But at this time, the Quidditch World Cup final officially began, and huge cheers drowned out his concern.

Ludo Bagmann blessed himself with a loud spell, and then what he said resounded like thunder.
Chapter completed!