Soon, it was the day when the Quidditch World Cup kicked off. Many wizards from all over the world lived in their tents, and there were countless foreigners walking around in the field, talking enthusiastically. Eager to discuss which team can win the final championship. ．．
They have all kinds of skin colors, black, white and yellow, and they wear all kinds of exotic clothes, some of them wear dark green grass skirts, and their weaving skills are quite good. Some people have a long, fiery red chicken feather on their heads, and some people seem to have just rushed from a certain freezing environment, and they are still wrapped in thick jackets.
And more, those who came here were businessmen, and they seized the business opportunities.
At this moment, they can attract more potential customers, hawking their eccentric gadgets.
Most of them, pushing carts full of bright rosettes—green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria—can scream out the names of their players; There is a clover dancing with the wind; there is a Bulgarian award belt, and the lion on it can really roar; there are the national flags of two countries, which can play their respective national anthems when they are waved; there is also a small model of a real flying Firebolt; Collectible figurines of famous players, those little figurines that walk around in the palm of your hand, looking smug.
"Draco, hurry up." Pansy's little hand pulled Malfoy across the crowd, and walked to a vendor. This was a man covered in a black cloak, and those who pushed carts and kept hawking Compared with others, he stands out from the crowd, and the stalls are covered with well-woven and exquisitely crafted gloves, which are piled up into hills. Pansy's soul was hooked by the shiny fabric, and she couldn't take her eyes off it.
"How much?" Malfoy asked directly to the stall owner.
The man in the cloak didn't speak, but stretched out a finger from under the cloak, pointing to the sign in front of the booth, on which was written in black handwriting - "One gold galleon, one piece, no counter-offering."
"Choose the color and go, they are still waiting." Malfoy urged, a little helpless for this girl who is full of interest in everything. Yesterday, she and her parents "coincidentally" met Malfoy. The Fu family, and then Malfoy will undoubtedly take on the job of guide.
With Sy's carefree and happy look, Malfoy knew that Pansy probably didn't pay attention to what he said to her that night.
"That's fine." Malfoy smiled meaninglessly, at this age she should still be carefree.
"Don't rush me, it's up to you if I choose the wrong color." Pansy bit her finger, her face full of tangled expressions, as if giving up any color or style would be a great torment.
"Here, your gift." Pansy finally picked out a pair of men's black gloves with silver trim around them, and handed them to Malfoy.
As soon as he got it, Malfoy felt a warm feeling. It should be that the stall owner cast some magic on it. Of course, the time limit must be very short. Most of the magic on the utensils are time-sensitive.
"You have a good eye." Malfoy praised perfunctorily, and then reminded casually: "If you don't enter the venue, you may lose your seat. There are so many people here, it will be difficult to wait."
"Then let's go!" Pansy hurriedly dropped the payment as if he had been caught with a sore foot, dragged Malfoy's hand again, and squeezed towards the stadium.
Just before Panxi took a few steps, she suddenly stopped her pace, as if she had sensed something, she stared straight at the person beside her.
"You lied to me again, we are obviously in the same box! It's not a competition." She said angrily, a little annoyed at being cheated so easily.
"Don't you think this kind of fierce competition, the atmosphere in the crowd?" Malfoy said with a smile.
Pansy imagined that if both of them were with their parents, they would definitely be very uncomfortable. They should not speak loudly, and they should always pay attention to maintaining their own words and deeds, so as to leave a good impression on both sides. It seems that it is better to run to and crowded The crowd shouted together, releasing their enthusiasm for the game in the tsunami-like shouts.
"You seem to have a point..." Pansy had accepted Malfoy's suggestion, but he was unwilling to show that he was persuaded.
"That's it, just do as I tell you." Malfoy stiffened, seeming to know what Pansy was thinking. "When your father asks, just push it on me."
"That's what you said." Panxi immediately put on a look of anticipation. It seemed that for her, being in the competition was a very novel experience.
The competition at Hogwarts is completely different from here. Whether it is the excitement of the competition, the level of the players, or the audience, they are all very different. The battle in the sky is enough to prove how influential this most glamorous sport in the wizarding world has.
And since she became a player of the Slytherin Quidditch team, she had fewer chances, and rarely had such pure fun. Before that, she was studying other people's tactics.
Hundreds of people moved around, and heard shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing. This frantic excitement was contagious, and even Malfoy was a little bit infected, and his heart beat accordingly.
"Maybe it's interesting to go." But he quickly dismissed his idea, he has more important things to deal with than this.
Malfoy needed a shield, a legitimate reason to disappear from his parents.
Just when he was still thinking about how to implement his plan, Pansy's voice sounded in his ear again: "Draco, which team do you support in this final?"
"Huh?" Malfoy was thoughtful, and then tentatively said, "Wimbourne Hornets?" This was Bagman's former team.
"They were eliminated in the first round!" Pansy made a face at Malfoy. "The match will be between Bulgaria and Ireland. Don't you even know which two teams will be in the final?"
"Of course not." Malfoy said in his heart. Before he went to Ludo Bagman, he had a considerable understanding of these Quidditch knowledge out of complete preparations.
But now it's troublesome to pretend to be stupid, because he doesn't know which team Pan Xi supports. , if they disagree, the girl will have to whisper in his ear again.
Of course, Malfoy was still wrong. Pansy is now actively instilling with him the information he has studied a long time ago, analyzing the tactics that the two teams may use today, or the players who may play.
Just listening to Pansy's "science popularization" all the way, Malfoy finally arrived at their today's destination - a huge stadium that can accommodate 100,000 people, surrounded by magnificent golden walls
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