"But...but your relationship has always been very good." Ron's face was a little stiff, but he still pretended that I was fine and that I was fine, "And you just hugged me!"
"Ron, Victor and I are just pen pals!" Hermione emphasized, dumbfounded, "And it's normal for old friends to hug each other when they meet, right?"
"Yes, Ron," Harry teased happily, "Krum and I also hugged, and I didn't see Ginny being jealous."
"That's different!" Ron yelled, "You two are both men, what does it have to do with cuddling?"
"How can you assume someone else's orientation without permission, Ron?" Ginny couldn't help laughing.
Ron was shocked and looked at his sister with wide eyes.
"Hahahaha, I'm just kidding!" Ginny said cheerfully, "Recently, I often go to the Muggle world with my father to watch what they call 'movies', and I found that Muggles have come up with all kinds of weird things recently. Culture, I thought of it subconsciously.”
Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He is an adult in his thirties after all, and is no longer as emotional as he was in his teens.
"Long time no see, Krum." Ron stepped forward and shook hands with Krum, then followed Harry's example and hugged him.
Ron looked at the man in front of him who was once his idol, and later became a jealous love rival because of Hermione's relationship, and then a stranger whom he had not contacted for many years, with a complicated expression.
However, these complications eventually turned into a relieved smile and a kind blessing:
"Then I wish you good luck in the competition, Krum, and try to win the championship for Bulgaria."
"For your good advice, I will work hard." Krum gave a thumbs up and rode on the broom beside him. "For now, I will discuss the tactics with my teammates for a while."
"good luck."
"come on!"
"You must win the championship, Krum!"
Harry and the others smiled and waved to the sky, watching Krum return to the bottom of the field and gather with the Bulgarian players.
At this time, two elderly red-haired couples walked over from the aisle of the auditorium. They also led a group of children with the same red hair.
The children were all chirping, full of curiosity about this Quidditch World Cup final.
"Dad, Mom, this way!" Ron saw the elderly couple and quickly raised his hands and shouted.
Harry, Ginny and Hermione also came forward.
Harry picked up a little red-haired girl, about six or seven years old, and scratched her nose lovingly.
"Lily, how was the atmosphere in the Quidditch final?" he asked with a smile.
"It's awesome, those uncles on broomsticks fly so fast!" the little girl said happily, "Has dad been able to fly so fast before?"
"Dad is just a Quidditch enthusiast. Of course, he can't fly as fast as these professional players." Harry looked back at Ginny, "You should ask your mother more about this kind of thing."
"No way, your father flew much faster than your mother when he was in school." Ginny smiled.
"Harry, we just saw Lily's godfather." Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, "He should have come with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick."
"Professor Snape is here too?" Harry was stunned for a moment.
He subconsciously looked down at the face of the girl in his arms - Lily Luna Potter, with green eyes and red hair, just like his mother.
When Harry asked Snape if he wanted to be Lily's godfather, he couldn't believe the hopeful light coming from the eyes of the meanest professor.
"How do they look, Professor Snape?" Harry asked.
"He looks pretty good. He seems to have washed his hair specially to meet Lily. He doesn't look like Severus at all." Mrs. Weasley said with some surprise, "Professor McGonagall's hair has turned white, but she is energetic. It’s still very good, I saw a player I liked before screaming and asking for an autograph.”
"That's good, that's good..."
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After a period of competition, the game is finally over.
The former star player, 38-year-old Victor Krum, turned the tide and finally caught the Golden Snitch in front of the Brazilian players when the Brazilian team was almost 150 points ahead of Bulgaria.
In the end, the score between the two teams Bulgaria and Brazil was fixed at 310:300.
The situation is very similar to that of twenty years ago, but the only difference is that Bulgaria won!
After missing out on the Quidditch World Cup three times, finally in 2014, Victor Krum led the team to lift the Quidditch trophy.
The audience cheered enthusiastically, and some Bulgarian fans were so excited that they burst into tears.
Harry and others were also mixed in with the crowd, cheering loudly.
However, in such a warm atmosphere, there was a pale middle-aged man who seemed out of place...
"Potter, I want to talk to you." The pale man came to the stand occupied by Harry and others at some point, and said softly to Harry.
Harry turned his head, and then there was uncontrollable surprise in his eyes.
"Malfoy? Are you looking for me?" he asked.
Draco Malfoy nodded slowly.
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"You mean...you want to see Professor Dracula?"
Walking among the woods near the arena, Harry asked with a frown.
Near the arena not far away, the cheers were still coming in waves, but the woods seemed a little quiet.
The Quidditch World Cup twenty years ago had the same atmosphere, except that a group of Death Eaters started a parade, ruining the cheerful atmosphere.
And the son of the leader of the Death Eaters at that time was now walking beside Harry.
"Isn't your father known to the outside world as Professor Dracula's confidant? Why can't he find Professor Dracula, but he wants you to find my head?" There was a mocking arc on Harry's lips.
"It's fine for others to say this, but you clearly know the inside story." Draco sighed softly, "Professor Dracula has never regarded my father as a confidant, he just needs someone to have fun with. Just a tool man."
At this time, Draco seemed to have lost the unruliness of his childhood, and also lost many edges and corners. He even gave up his original pure-blood reserve under the general trend of the wizarding world, just like an ordinary, begging for help. Social man.
"Actually, I'm curious as to why you're looking for Professor Dracula, since he has disappeared for many years." Harry asked curiously while stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground.
Draco paused in his steps.
"Astoria's body can't hold it anymore." His voice was soft, but it seemed very heavy.
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