Chapter 176: Meeting
Soon, on the day of the Quidditch World Cup, many wizards from all over the world lived in their tents, and there were countless foreigners walking around in the wild, chatting enthusiastically. Eagerly discussing which team will win the final championship.
They have all kinds of skin tones, black, white and yellow, and wear all kinds of fancy clothes, some people wear dark green grass skirts, and their weaving skills are quite good. Some had a long, fiery chicken feather stuck on their head, and some seemed to have just arrived from a certain freezing cold environment, still wrapped in thick jackets.
And more, it is businessmen who come here, and they have seized business opportunities.
At this point, they were able to attract more potential customers to sell their quirky gadgets.
Most of them, pushing carts filled with glowing rose-shaped badges—green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria—and screeching out players’ names; tall green hats, It is decorated with clover dancing in the wind; there is a Bulgarian belt, the lion on which the mackerel can really roar; there is the national flag of the two countries, which will play their national anthems when they are waved; there is also a small model of firebolt that can really fly. ; There are statues of famous team members for collection, and those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand with a smug look.
"Draco, look at this." Pansy's little hand pulled Malfoy across the crowd and walked to a street vendor. This was a man covered in a black cloak, and he was with those pushing the cart. Compared with the peddlers, he stood out from the crowd. The stalls were covered with exquisitely woven and exquisite gloves, which were piled up into hills. Looking at the shiny fabrics, Pansy's soul was hooked, and she couldn't take her eyes away.
"How much?" Malfoy asked directly to the stall owner.
The man in the cape didn't speak, instead he stretched out a finger from under the cape and pointed to the sign in front of the booth, which was written in black handwriting--"One gold Galleon for one piece, no counter-offer."
"Let's go after you've chosen the color, they're all still waiting." Malfoy urged, feeling a little helpless to this girl who was interested in everything. Yesterday, she and her parents "coincidentally" met Malfoy. The Fu family, and then the job of the guide was undoubtedly undertaken by Malfoy.
Looking at Pansy's carefree and cheerful look, Malfoy knew what he said to her that night, and Pansy probably didn't take it to heart.
"That's fine." Malfoy smiled needlessly, she should still be carefree at this age.
"Don't rush me, it's up to you if I choose the wrong color." Pansy bit her fingers, her face full of tangled expressions, as if giving up any color or style would be a great torment.
"Here, your present." Pansy finally picked out a pair of men's black gloves, bordered with silver, and handed them to Malfoy.
As soon as he started, Malfoy felt some warmth. It should be that the stall owner applied some magic on it. Of course, the time limit must be very short. Most of the magic applied to the utensils is time-sensitive.
"Good vision." Malfoy praised perfunctorily, and then reminded unintentionally: "If you don't enter the venue, you may not have a place. Seeing so many people here, it will be difficult to wait."
"Then let's go!" Pansy hurriedly dropped the payment, dragged Malfoy's hand again, and squeezed in the direction of the gym, as if caught with a sore foot.
Just before Pansy took a few steps, she suddenly stopped her steps, as if she noticed something, and stared straight at the man beside her.
"You lied to me again, we are obviously in the same box! We are not watching the game in the stands." She said angrily, a little annoyed that she was so easily deceived.
"Don't you think this kind of intense game is more atmospheric to watch in the crowd?" Malfoy said with a smile.
Pansy imagined for a moment that if they were both with their parents, they would be very uncomfortable. They could not speak loudly. The crowded crowd shouted together, releasing their enthusiasm for the game in the tsunami-like shouting.
"You seem to have a point..." Pansy had accepted Malfoy's suggestion, but was unwilling to show that he was persuaded.
"That's it, just do as I say." Malfoy toughened, as if he knew what Pansy was thinking. "When your father asks, just push it on me."
"That's what you said." Pansy immediately put on a look of anticipation. It seemed to her that watching the game in the stands was a very novel experience.
The game at Hogwarts is completely different from here. Whether it is the splendor of the game, the strength of the players, or the audience watching the game, they are all very different. The battle against the sky is enough to prove how influential this most glamorous sport in the wizarding world is.
And since she became a player of the Slytherin Quidditch team, she has fewer opportunities to watch the game, and rarely can she have such pure fun. .
Hundreds of people walked around, hearing shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing. This frenzied excitement was contagious, and even Malfoy was a little infected, his heart beating along with it.
"Maybe it's interesting to go and see." But he quickly rejected his idea, he had more important things to deal with.
Malfoy needed a shield, a plausible reason to disappear from his parents.
Just when he was still thinking about how his plan should be implemented next, Pansy's voice sounded in his ears again: "Draco, which team do you support in this final?"
"Huh?" Malfoy mused, then tentatively said, "Wimbledon Hornets?" Bagman's former team.
"They were eliminated in the first round!" Pansy grimaced at Malfoy. "It's Bulgaria and Ireland, you don't even know which two teams are in the final?"
"Of course not." Malfoy said, before he went to Ludo Bagman, he had a considerable understanding of this Quidditch knowledge out of all preparations.
And now acting stupid, of course, is troublesome, because he doesn't know which team Pansy supports. , If there is a disagreement, the girl will have to whisper in his ear again.
Of course, Malfoy still got it wrong. Pansy is now actively instilling in him the information he has studied for a long time, analyzing the tactics that the two teams may use today, or the players who may play.
In this way, listening to Pansy's "popular science" all the way, Malfoy finally arrived at their destination today - a huge stadium that can accommodate 100,000 people, surrounded by magnificent golden walls.
"Third-class tickets!" said the Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance, looking at their tickets. "Bleachers, just follow the crowd to the right."
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