Chapter 895 Opening
The Muggle camping site, with green grass and blue sky, is now occupied by wizards. The densely packed tents cover the green grass and colorful flags cover the blue sky. They are just as crazy as Muggle fans attending a large open-air concert.
The huge stadium, which is supported by canvas and magic, can accommodate hundreds of thousands of wizards and stands on the hillside in the distance. It is a grand event. Wizards from all over the world gather together to watch the quadrennial Quidditch World Cup.
Originally, all the Muggles here were cast with magic, turning a blind eye to these things and standing woodenly in the tent rental house.
Since there is no fireplace in the wild, and not every wizard watching the game can use Apparition, the portkey has become the way for wizards to move. This is a cutting-edge magic that can teleport multiple people at the same time. It can be cast on any object, such as broken shoes, trophies, balls, etc.
"I guess wizards from all over the world are here." Denise looked at the heads, colorful flags, and tents all over the mountains and listened to the noise. The wizards here were as enthusiastic as Muggles.
"Almost, not all of them, but at least three-quarters of them." There are not many wizards in the seven continents of the world. Wizards are mainly gathered in Europe, with a few in America and Asia: "Let's go get our tents."
The wizards' tents are also varied, and they look different according to their preferences. There are ordinary pyramids, triangular columns, and naturally there are high-standard tents that look like castles. But no matter what the appearance is, a tent is still a tent, a small mobile residence, and a simple different appearance cannot make the user feel comfortable. So magic has to be used to expand the space inside the tent, put in various decorations, and make the small tent have great possibilities.
Robin waved his wand, and the various parts of the tent started to move and began to assemble by themselves, showing off a little.
Entering it, a spacious and luxurious space came into view.
After the rooms were assigned, it was free time. There were many stalls outside selling props to cheer for the Quidditch team, and of course snacks.
Duran and Denise were also shopping.
"Take a look, this is a telescope that can bring you closer to the game scene." The shopkeeper picked up a box and promoted it.
Although Duran and his friends in the VIP room couldn't use this thing, they bought it and collected the magic props for fun: "How much?"
"Not expensive, if you buy it now, you will get a colorful flag for free." The price of half a gold galleon was reasonable. Duran took the prop and looked at the distance and found that the picture quality was not bad, but the picture was a little small and the color reproduction was a little worse. Basically, you can only stare at one player, and the restored player is also all blue. Duran picked up another disc: "Is this a firework?"
"Yes, this is a magic firework. You can write a few words with your wand, and then use it, and your words will be printed in the sky."
"Is there a large size?" Duran asked curiously.
"Big? This is the largest size. You can write almost 15 letters." "How about it? Do you want to buy one? The more you buy, the more you get."
"How many do you have? I'll buy them all."
"I have hundreds of magic fireworks. Do you have money?" Sure enough, wizards don't know how to do business. How can they ask such questions?
But Duran didn't care. He took out a bag of gold galleons and put it heavily in the seller's hand: "All."
His eyes were about to be blinded by the golden light. He showed a smile that deserved a beating. The store owner moved out three large boxes: "If I had known that this was a hot seller, I would have bought more."
Seeing that her husband was spending money like water, Denise thought to herself, what weird thing is he doing this time? She knew that if Duran collected it, he would usually buy one or two to study it. With Duran's copycat ability, there was no need to buy so many large boxes.
That's right, Duran knew that someone would come out to make trouble in this World Cup, so he had to use magic fireworks to tease the other party.
The World Cup started, and people entered the stadium and their seats in an endless stream.
"Professor Duran, thank you for your invitation this time." Professor McGonagall was very excited. This was her first time to sit in the first-class seat. She was so close to the field that she could see all the players, including their expressions.
Snape said nothing. He had no interest in sports, but he came anyway. Because Duran's spy plan against Voldemort relieved him of a lot of pressure, he still had goodwill towards Duran in his heart.
Other professors also thanked Duran, the rich man, and expressed their blessings for his happy family.
There was a performance before the game started. It was worthy of being the World Cup. A group of Veela performed. Veela is a magical elf that can transform into the appearance of any creature in the mountains, rivers and lakes, but the most famous among wizards is undoubtedly Veela transforming into humans.
When Veela transforms into humans, they will become young, beautiful, and delicate women who can sing and dance. This is the setting. Legend has it that if a man sees a woman transformed by a veela dancing in a gauze skirt under the moonlight on a midsummer night, his soul will be taken away by the veela forever, and he will lose his appetite. If the man presumptuously joins the veela's dance under the moon, the situation will be serious. The man will dance non-stop until he dies of exhaustion.
But even with countless dangerous legends, men will still find it difficult to control themselves after seeing the veela and do something that endangers themselves.
Of course, the veela themselves are still kind, they don't take the initiative to harm people, they can only be said to be born beautiful, beautiful enough to commit crimes.
Duran looked around and found that when the performance of the Veela began, all the men were stunned and attracted by a mysterious power. Even Professor Snape was staring at her, but his expression was painful and he seemed unwilling to be attracted by the other party.
Some men with poor concentration couldn't help but lean out and stretch their necks as if they wanted to join the Veela to dance. Fortunately, there was no moonlight today, otherwise the Veela's dance would be more charming and soul-stirring under the blessing of the moonlight, making men infatuated.
Some men even raised their legs to pick up the audience seats, which were all unconscious movements.
Veela is synonymous with charm, just like house elves are workers, they are born with extraordinary talents.
"Is this really good?" Denise felt that in large-scale events, adding Veela's performance would embarrass too many men, which was not appropriate.
"Who knows, maybe the organizer likes it this way." "If you ask me, I'm not dissatisfied with seeing those Veela people make a fool of themselves." Duran thought that he would just watch it anyway. The power of Veela was not strong enough to really make men do something out of the ordinary. At most, they were just obsessed.
"Luna, look at those bad boys. They are all confused." Hermione's friends were naturally in the box, but Luna's father, as a magazine editor, could not watch the game here. He had to go to the athlete's channel to interview the athletes.
"Boys are like that." Luna said she was not surprised: "They always have different preferences, different opinions, and different behaviors from us. Boys are different from us girls. You can't use our requirements to regulate them."
Hermione said that she couldn't be as calm as her father? Look at the way Duran and Denise talked and laughed. Compared with other male wizards, I don't know where they are. Obviously, her father did it, and others couldn't do it because their level was low. Hermione was extremely disappointed with them.
Luna didn't care. She picked up the telescope and continued to watch the dance of the Veela. She thought that such a graceful dance would be even more beautiful if it was accompanied by the moonlight.
ps: One chapter today