After a day of normal exercise, Draco approached Dudley with a troubling expression.
"Brother D."
Dudley said nothing but looked at him quietly, his meaning was very obvious.
Fart quickly.
Under Dudley's gaze, Draco shivered and immediately spoke more eloquently.
"Well, I got some tickets for the Quidditch World Cup, do you want them?"
He was interrupted before he finished speaking.
Dudley looked at Draco seriously: "You should know that we don't have much interest in Quidditch."
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Even if it's the World Cup, I don't have much interest. If I have time to watch the game, I might as well practice a few more spells and learn more knowledge.
The main reason is that Dudley is really not interested in this sport.
According to the rules of the Quidditch game, as long as you catch the Golden Snitch, you will get one hundred and fifty points and end the game, and Dudley can catch the thing in one minute if he is willing.
In the eyes of others, the Golden Snitch is as fast as lightning and as nimble as a cat. In Dudley's eyes, he is just like that.
It doesn't make much sense at all.
"Actually, Pansy and the others asked me to invite you over."
Draco hesitated for a long time before speaking. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Dudley: "Everyone misses Brother D very much."
miss?
School is about to start. Can't we see you at any time?
Seeing Dudley's lack of interest, Draco forced himself to continue speaking nervously.
“They prepared a lot of exquisite biscuits and black tea, which are very chewy and ensure that you will be satisfied.”
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"When does the game start approximately?"
"It will be held next Monday night."
“Talk to other people and get their opinions.”
"So Brother D, you agree?!"
Draco shouted in surprise.
It's okay to relax appropriately. After all, I've been studying for nearly a holiday. It's not impossible to consider changing my mood and relax. Anyway, the Quidditch World Cup only lasts a few days in total.
Well, anyway, Dudley would never admit that it was his 'teeth stick' that ate the food.
Not surprisingly, everyone agreed.
Practicing Occlumency can make your head split open, so proper relaxation is very necessary.
Monday soon came, and Dudley and others successfully arrived at the Quidditch World Cup venue in Dartmoor, the same place where Harry won first place in the World's Best Wizarding Card Competition last semester.
Certainly not a key through the door
That thing is as unfriendly to the stomach as the Knight Bus.
The Quidditch World Cup is a competition held every four years. Teams are selected from all over the world. Just like the World Cup held by ordinary people, Quidditch enthusiasts from all over the world will flock here. It is initially expected that There are as many as one hundred thousand wizards.
The wizard in charge of registration at the Quidditch camp searched for a while on a parchment scroll with writing that could slide up and down and said: "Little Mr. Malfoy. Little Mr. Malfoy, I found it. Walk about a quarter and a mile. The first one in front is That's Camp One. You're in Camp One, and the groundskeeper is Mr. Payne."
Of course, Payne here is not the one who makes the world feel pain.
Otherwise, the Quidditch World Cup may turn into the Anti-Micro Cup.
In terms of resistance to rice (in physics), Dudley would be considered second, but no one would dare to be considered first.
The first camp where several people are located is undoubtedly a VIP seat. You must not only have money but also a certain status to get this position.
The wizards who can stay here are without exception either rich or noble.
Thousands of strange-shaped tents are located inside the first camp.
Without exception, all of them have been cast under the Traceless Stretching Charm, and they are much bigger on the inside than they look on the outside.
How exaggerated can a wizard's tent be?
Dudley saw a tent painted with colorful and exaggerated stripes directly in front of him, with several live peacocks tied at the entrance. Next to it was a huge tent that was four or five stories high and looked like a small palace. There were also several crocodiles and pumas tied at the door.
The most exaggerated tent is that there is a garden in front of the door, with all kinds of flowers blooming in it. In the center of the garden is a fountain spraying seven colors. However, there are two stone lions at the door, and there are hanging hangings on the door. There are two red lanterns with the word "hi" written on them. The very strange combination looks nondescript, and it feels like a forced combination of Chinese and Western styles.
Dudley and the others even saw a tent with a banner of 'Salem Wizarding Academy', which is a magic school located in the United States. Those who didn't know better thought they were here for exchange activities and not to watch Quidditch. of competition.
"Look, look! It's Viktor, the Bulgarian Seeker!"
Ron said loudly and excitedly. He was the only one among the few who was interested in Quidditch, or the only one among the six members of the disciplinary team who could be called a Quidditch fan.
His eyes were shining brightly and he was pointing at a group of tents not far away, all of which had the same person's photo on them.
It is said to be a gathering place for wizards from Bulgaria.
Those photos are all of the Bulgarian Quidditch star player - Viktor Krum.
A strong man with a shaved head.
Dudley looked at the white, green and red flag with a strange expression on his face. He didn't pay much attention to Viktor or anything like that. To say that Dudley's deepest impression of Bulgaria was the one who always said 'hot girl, Fuck' The arrogant demon king.
I don't know if it's because Dudley is face-blind, but in a daze, he always feels that this Viktor is somewhat similar to the demon king.
Just hope he doesn't do an impromptu dance after the game.
Dudley and the others used the tent provided by the Malfoy family. Although it was not as flashy as the ones they had seen before, it was still very showy. The exquisite wooden door frame and the silky smooth tent fabric made it worthless at first glance. Fei.
Not to mention the inside. To describe it in one word is - trench.
"Mr. Dursley, you are finally here."
Just as Harry and the others were setting up the tent, a joyful and respectful voice sounded next to them.
He turned around and saw that it was Carlo coming with a group of wizards of his own age.
In fact, before Draco invited Dudley, Carlo had already invited him, but did not express his acceptance at that time, so he would naturally inform Draco after accepting Draco's invitation.
The wizards who followed Carlo all expressed their goodwill to Dudley with great enthusiasm. Except for the 'seniors' who were 'arranged' by Dudley, there were some whom they did not know.
Dudley smiled and responded one by one. At the same time, he also pulled Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Neville to introduce everyone one by one.
The entire communication atmosphere was very friendly and harmonious.
Brother Xun has a saying: "When you are successful, rich and powerful, you will find that you are surrounded by 'good people'."
I'm not making fun of the original novel, there really is a Penn.
(End of chapter)
