“This way of talking and communicating is simply too tiring.”
After watching Carlo and the others leave, Ron complained softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Draco's sharp voice: "Oh, Mr. Ronny (Little Ronny, Ron's nickname), isn't your dream to become the Minister of Magic? If you can't persist in these social interactions, why not What Minister of Magic?"
Ron's dream is to become the Minister of Magic. As his best friend, Draco knows it very well.
"You know, without Brother D here, we wouldn't even be qualified to say hello to many people just now."
"Fudge is better than you at this point."
If the first few sentences didn't make Ron, who was in a bad state, react much, then the last sentence was quite insulting.
Ron's eyes gradually became sharper.
Not as good as Fudge? Who are you scolding?
"Even the Malfoy son?"
Ron replied unconvinced.
I originally thought that Draco would become angry, but unexpectedly he admitted very frankly: "Of course, unless I can become the head of the Malfoy family."
Draco saw this very clearly. Regardless of their young age, that group of people were basically the youngest and most outstanding members of each pure-blood family. They were either the head of the family or would soon be the head of the family.
As long as Draco doesn't become the head of the Malfoy family, he will always be just a child in the eyes of the other party.
Draco's honesty made Ron feel like he was punching cotton with too much force.
Looking at Ron with a desperate look on his face, Draco rolled his eyes.
"Do you think this is the end? This is just the beginning. There will be at least several more cases like this. Pansy and the others will have to wait in line."
"Damn aristocratism."
Ron complained angrily.
Malfoy looked at him seriously: "Little Ronnie, if you really want to become the Minister of Magic, you'd better get used to this rhythm now."
As Draco said, this was just the beginning. Not long after Carlo and the others left, groups of well-known wizards continued to visit.
It was Pansy and the others until the end.
Eating the warm biscuits that had just been baked, Dudley observed the vendors who used Apparition to suddenly descend from the sky from time to time and constantly sell Quidditch World Cup souvenirs to other wizards.
Hermione can also make cookies, but the ones she makes are so crispy and fluffy that they fall apart when your teeth touch them, so Dudley is still used to eating the cookies made by Daphne.
Chewy enough.
The main reason is Hagrid, the largest supplier of Dudley's 'teeth stick'. I don't know what the reason is. He has been busy breeding different magical creatures recently, and he doesn't even have time to show off his cooking skills.
So much so that Dudley had nothing to chew on.
Dudley was thinking about selling peripheral products during the next Wizarding Card Contest. In terms of making money, peripheral products were no worse than physical cards.
I took a sip of black tea to relieve my tiredness. One of the characteristics of European desserts is that the pastries are too sweet.
Sweet, sweet.
In fact, Draco's father Lucius also came to participate in the Quidditch World Cup, but he was not in Camp One. At this time, he was in the most inconspicuous place among the various Quidditch camps.
They were discussing something with a few guys in black robes who looked like they were not serious wizards.
This is why others call Draco Mr. Malfoy.
When Malfoy Sr. was still alive, this was how father and son were usually called.
Not only Malfoy, but also the Weasley family came. After all, this is one of the biggest events in the world.
At this time, with the deep and deep sound of gongs coming from the depths of the forest, thousands of red and green lanterns hanging on the trees bloomed simultaneously, lighting up the road to the stadium.
The Quidditch match has officially begun.
Several people left the tent and followed the crowd towards the Quidditch field.
"Special class ticket, extra large box on the top floor! Little Mr. Malfoy, please go all the way upstairs to the top."
The witch who checked the tickets was respectful and pointed to the position above.
On the huge blackboard in the center of the playing field, golden words were flashing, and a pattern appeared from time to time.
Skoll's brand of all-purpose magic stain remover, Fengya brand wizard suit, etc. are all advertisements.
The Quidditch World Cup is different from the Wizarding Cards Competition. The Quidditch competition itself is not profitable. Like the World Cup for ordinary people, it is supported by advertising and sponsorship fees.
The interior of the box door is wider and more comfortable than imagined.
Vendors around are selling panoramic binoculars, a magical prop that can replay the picture and replay it in slow motion. After all, it is a competitive sport. It is easy to lose sight if one is not paying attention. Even in the highest box, if you want to see the whole thing clearly, Competition also requires some auxiliary tools.
Not everyone is Dudley, and that can be clearly seen across the entire arena.
If it were in Diagon Alley, a panoramic telescope would only cost a little more than one galleons, but when sold here in the arena, the price would be at least five or six times higher than outside, and it would cost less than ten galleons.
Ron took out the debugging telescope and started on his own. He had bought it on the way here.
Ron, who was used to being poor, would not waste money on this.
"Want to meet Fudge? Romario."
Malfoy pointed to the next door and suggested: "He is next door to us."
"No." Ron shook his head decisively and refused.
See Fudge? Eat enough.
While Ron and Draco were arguing, several figures appeared outside the box.
"Hey, look who I saw."
"Isn't this Mr. Dursley?"
A very exaggerated voice sounded, who was the Fudge discussed in Ron and Malfoy's mouth?
He didn't go to see Fudge, but Fudge came to his door automatically.
"Dear Secretary Fudge, it's so nice to meet you."
Dudley replied in the same grandiose tone.
"What a coincidence to meet you here."
Fudge didn't come alone, he was followed by several Ministry of Magic officials.
"Mr. Dursley, please allow me to introduce you."
Fudge pointed to the woman wearing pink clothing standing next to him.
"This is Ms. Dolores Umbridge, our Undersecretary."
"Nice to meet you."
Umbridge's voice was full of falsetto.
Adult women pretend to be awkward as little girls.
But she obviously doesn't think so.
"And this one. Mr. Barty Crouch, our Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation."
The man introduced by Fudge was a man with short gray hair and a slight baldness.
"Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Physical Education and Sports."
This is a tall man with short golden hair, blue eyes, and a face that is always red.
Those who didn't know better thought he was a rugby player.
There are only a few departments in the Ministry of Magic, so these few are senior officials of the Ministry of Magic from any angle.
After listening to Fudge's introduction to Dudley, Bagman seemed to want to say something to Dudley, but in the end he did nothing.
(End of chapter)
