There are about twenty purple gold-plated seats in the small box, divided into two rows.

There were already many people sitting inside, including the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione, who sat in the front row. There was also the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, which Fudge introduced to them.

A house elf sat in the back row, with a tea towel around her body, buried her face tightly in her thin hands, revealing only a pair of long, bat-like ears. There was an empty seat next to her, just behind Harry.

After Brian and his men walked into the box, Percy Weasley stood up as if he had passed the electricity, bowed deeply to Forge, and his glasses fell to the ground and smashed.

The Brians were sitting in the back row, while Fudge kindly asked Harry about his well-being, and gestured against the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

The Malfoy family also came in soon. They recently donated a lot of money to the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital. As a VIP invited by Fogg, they were warmly welcomed by Fogg.

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy looked at each other, and the atmosphere seemed not so harmonious. Fortunately, they did not fight and Draco did not magnify the words on such occasions.

Draco sat next to Brian and said helplessly: "Theodore and the others didn't get a first-class ticket..."

Brian nodded, and at this time, Ludo Bagman rushed into the box, wearing a long Quidditch robe, his belly was already fat, and he jumped and looked very happy when he walked.

Lu Duo chanted a loud curse at himself, then shouted loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome your arrival!"

"First of all, please allow me to introduce...Bulgarian team's mascot!"

A burst of exclamations broke out in the stands, and Mr. Foley said, "Oh, Veva!"

One hundred tesvas slid into the arena, their skin shining brightly like the moon, and their silver hair was floating behind their heads without wind, like goddesses on the moon. They danced to the music, and the stands of 100,000 people were so quiet that they could hear them.

Brian's eyes were dazed for a moment, and then he used brain closure to isolate the charm and looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him with an admiring look. Mr. Fry's mouth was tsk, his eyes widened, and after being twisted by Mrs. Fry, he started to look seriously and said, "Oh, this is art, Betty, you must have respect for art..."

However, not everyone can control themselves. Draco's gray eyes seemed to fall out, and his body involuntarily moved to the box, and was pulled back by Brian.

In the front seats, Harry put one leg on the wall of the box, as if he wanted to step into the field. Ron took a diving position and was pulled tightly by Hermione.

"What are you doing? Harry, Ron!" Hermione said dissatisfied.

The dance of Veva ended, the music stopped, and everyone woke up as if they were dreaming. Harry and Ron sat back on their seats with red faces, and their eyes were still glanced at Veva involuntarily.

Next, the Irish team's mascot appeared, a group of Irish tiny tiny carrying small lights, which were arranged in clovers, as if they were performing a grand fireworks show.

Countless gold coins fell from the sky, and people cheered and scrambled.

"The little devil's gold coins will disappear in a few hours." Brian picked up a gold coins that fell on his leg and looked at him seriously. Draco looked at Harry and Ron with contempt and nodded to the bottom of the seat to pick up the gold coins.

When the performance ended, the two teams entered the court and the game officially began.

This game was exciting even to Brian, who didn't like Quidditch very much. The players passed the ball at incredible speed and used various complex and superb tactics. Mr. Fry was eager to try it out and wanted to come out in person.

Draco put on the panoramic telescope and didn't bother to talk to Brian, cheering with the team's wonderful performance.

When Ireland was leading by 30 points, Wickor Klum suddenly swooped towards the ground, and Ireland's goalkeeper Lynch also dived down. Then, Klum stopped diving and circled up, while Lynch fell heavily to the ground.

There was a lot of lament from the seats of the Irish audience.

"Lensky's fake moves are used to restrain dangerous ball seekers!" Mr. Fley exclaimed, "I'm good at this too!"

The game was paused for a while, and Lynch, who had recovered his strength, took the field again. The game continued, and soon, the Ireland led 130:10.

The game became particularly intense, with fouls and free throws. The geniuses screamed and danced. The geniuses formed a giant hand in the air and made very rude gestures, which made the geniuses so angry that they showed the bird's head with sharp beaks, and angrily threw something like flames at the genius.

At this time, Lynch swooped towards the ground, but Krum then caught up with him.

Lynch fell heavily to the ground again, and Krum grabbed the golden thief.

The game was over, Bulgaria scored 160 points and Ireland scored 170 points. Ireland scored 170 points.

The Irish players were so happy that they danced. Krum held the golden snitch in his hand, and his already gloomy face became even more gloomy.

A large group of doctors used their whistles to drive away the genius and the devil who were fighting together, and the field was in chaos.

Mr. Foley sneered: "Interesting result, but Ireland should have a better memory and remember to change to a player... My skills must be much better than Lynch..."

"Brave," Mr. Malfoy raised his lips slightly, "How many years have you not beat Quidditch? It's been twenty years..."

"Then I won't be as embarrassing as Lynch..." Mr. Foley argued, "I always want to have a close contact with Dadi!"

Ludo Bagman organized it in an orderly manner until the end of the game. He looked calm, but Brian saw his legs trembling.

"I think I became Ludo's biggest creditor..." Mr. Foley said playfully.

"I don't think you're back." Mrs. Fley covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Ah, what I value is that this little money can help me gain a friend... a hardcore friend." Mr. Foley raised his lips, "No matter what he said, he is the director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic."

Brian kept a smile and looked at the seat next to the house elf. He had secretly used the escapist before and saw a thin and pale young man sitting there with light yellow blonde hair and a slightly freckled face. He looked at the game in a daze, secretly taking Harry's wand midway.

The family returned to their tent, but Mr. Foley did not plan to go to bed, but was going out instead.

"Albert, you..." Mrs. Fley seemed to know something, and she grabbed Mr. Fley's hand and looked at him with a frown.

"Oh, Betty, I'm just going to have fun with my friends... Well, you can treat it as a team building event." Mr. Foley laughed, "Don't worry, friends always have to get together."

Mrs. Fley pursed her lips, slowly letting go of her hand, watching him walk out of the tent with concern, then sighed softly and sat on the sofa.

"Brian, go back to sleep!" Mrs. Fley said seriously, "Don't go out tonight!"

"Mom, why don't you stop him?" Brian whispered.

"What's the use? Although I know that if I don't want him to go, he will definitely listen to me in the end..." Mrs. Fley's expression seemed calm and cold, "But, on important matters, I will not interfere with his decision..."

"Why? You know...she..." Brian said softly.

"She...so what?" Mrs. Fley said with a sarcastic expression on her face, then sighed, "I always mess up things, Brian. Maybe I can make decisions on small things, but on big things, I will listen to your father..."

"After all, I have betrayed him, but he forgave me, so I have to believe him in the future..." Mrs. Fley lowered her eyes slightly and looked at her hands crossed on her legs.

Brian blinked slowly, patted her hand gently, and then returned to the bedroom.

Quidditch World Cup brought him a witness point income.

He put on his black robe, slipped out of the tent quietly, walked into the woods, and looked at the brightly lit camp.

There was a riot sound in the camp, and someone was screaming and running in panic. A group of black-robed men wearing hoods and masks on their faces pointed their wands above their heads. Four struggling figures were twisted into various weird shapes in the air. They were the Roberts family.

The procession continued to grow, several tents were squeezed down and the flames were burning. Brian looked quietly, his expression was extremely indifferent.
Chapter completed!