Chapter 272 Quidditch World Cup

"Um, Dad, didn't you say our votes are the best votes?"

Ron asked stupidly.

But when faced with his youngest son's question, Mr. Weasley looked embarrassed and speechless.

At this time, George stood up and answered everyone's doubts: "Mike is the sponsor of the Quidditch World Cup, so it is not surprising that he has some privileges."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present had a look of realization on their faces. They had heard earlier that Mike had already opened many companies at a young age. The only surprise was that he could now sponsor the Quidditch World Cup. It's a level competition.

"How much money did he sponsor?!"

Ron asked hurriedly, he was very nervous about anything related to Jin Galleons.

"How do I know?" George knocked Ron on the head and said, "Okay, don't talk about this, the new ticket inspector is here, let's go in quickly."

On the other side, Mike and Penello were brought into the stadium respectfully by the female ticket taker.

As soon as he entered the stadium, in addition to the huge and spectacular stadium, what caught Mike's eyes was a huge blackboard at the highest point of the stadium. It was as if an invisible big hand was writing with chalk, with golden words and words flashing on it. pattern.

The words and patterns above are what Mike wants to be familiar with - advertisements.

Advertisements from all sponsors including Los Santos Corporation.

Dolphin Magic Drink—Delicious and Refreshing.

Then a frozen Dolphin drink dripping with water appeared, which looked very appetizing.

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Los Santos Magic Towel—Super smart, it can automatically do whatever you want it to do!

Then a towel man with cartoon facial features appeared, smiled at everyone, and gave a thumbs up.

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The slogans on the blackboard are played in rotation, but it can be clearly seen that the quality of the Los Santos series of advertisements is much better than other advertisements.

While other advertisements are still using countless words to describe the functions of their products, the promoters of Los Santos have brought in the advanced knowledge of Muggle society, using catchy slogans and adding Promote it with gorgeous pictures.

Nodding with satisfaction, Mike followed the ticket inspector's guidance and walked into a box.

This box is located at the highest point of the entire stadium, facing the golden goalpost. It can be said to be the best place to watch goals.

There were about twenty purple-gold seats here, divided into two groups and placed neatly. At this time, some people were already sitting on some seats, and the only ones Mike knew were the Malfoy family.

They also obviously noticed Mike. Lucius instinctively put on a nice aristocratic fake smile on his face, and moved slightly as if he wanted to stand up to greet Mike.

But the next moment he saw Penello next to Mike, so he stopped moving, and the fake smile on his face could no longer stretch.

Do not misunderstand.

The well-informed Mr. Lucius was naturally not impressed by Penello's beauty like Harry and Ron. He just recognized Penello's identity as a Muggle-born wizard.

This made him give up the idea of ​​saying hello to Mike and the others. After all, taking the initiative to say hello to Muggle-born wizards was absolutely unacceptable to 'noble pure-bloods' like them.

Of course, Mike is an exception. His strength and wealth are enough for Lucius to ignore his origins.

It's just that Lucius actually doesn't understand Mike.

According to his idea, an outstanding person like Mike should try his best to find a way to marry a girl from a pure-blood family to improve the bloodline of the next generation.

Then the next generation also continues to marry those with the purest blood.

In this way, after two or three generations, the Townley family may be able to barely qualify as a pure-blood family.

Instead of looking for a Muggle witch with the same dirty bloodline as now.

Maybe he just wanted to have fun.

Thinking this, Lucius felt better, and the smile on his face became much more natural. Nodding towards Mike was considered a greeting.

Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Mike nodded to Lucius, and then he smoothly found the two seats in the front row according to the numbers on the ticket and sat down.

Now Draco's face turned completely dark. He was originally dissatisfied with his father's initiative to greet Mike, but now he couldn't sit still when he saw that Mike's seats were even better than theirs.

But in fact, this is not the best seat in this box. Next to Mike's seat, there are three seats closer to the stadium. They must have been reserved by Fudge for himself and some of the most distinguished guests.

Mike's guess was right. Fudge quickly came to the box, greeted everyone in the box one by one, and then sat down next to Mike.

"Hey, Mike, how are you?" Fudge took a long breath and pointed to a man next to him and said, "Let me introduce to you, this is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria!"

Mike looked in the direction of Fudge's finger and saw a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim and smiled and nodded at him.

Mike saw that the other party didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, so he didn't say anything and just nodded.

But Fudge obviously didn't think so. He used broken English and some gestures to introduce Mike to the Bulgarian minister with difficulty.

Unfortunately, the other person didn't seem to understand English at all, so he spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

Seeing this, Fudge had no choice but to give up, took out his silk handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and kept looking towards the entrance of the box.

"Have you seen Harry?"

Mike glanced at Fudge suspiciously and replied:

"They must be behind me."

"Really? I hope they won't be late. I specially gave Weasley a ticket here."

When he said this, Mike immediately understood that Mr. Weasley could be said to be an insignificant person in the Ministry of Magic. Such a person could get seven or eight tickets in this box. This was obviously In Harry's light.

Fudge just wanted to find a more natural excuse to invite Harry over, and then show off in front of his international friends.

Mike guessed correctly again. When Harry finally arrived at the box, Fudge went up to him immediately. He first greeted the Weasley family perfunctorily, then warmly took Harry's hand and began to greet him. Introducing the Bulgarian minister.

The Bulgarian was obviously also very interested in Harry. He touched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead and mumbled a lot.

Fudge felt at ease now.

After a while, Fudge sent Weasley and the others to their seats.

When Mr. Weasley saw the Malfoy family sitting behind their seats, his expression immediately dropped.

"Nice to meet you, Weasley." Lucius stood up and greeted Mr. Weasley in a friendly manner, but then said in a low voice that could be heard clearly by the people around him, "What did you sell to get the seat in the top box? Your belongings must not be worth so much money, right?"

Mr. Weasley's face turned as red as his hair in an instant. The fact that he had obtained the first-class ticket had been his main topic of bragging during the competition. Now he was ridiculed by his old enemy Malfoy, which made him furious.

Fudge glanced at Lucius meaningfully, and then said to Mr. Weasley as if he hadn't heard his words:

"Mr. Malfoy has recently made a large donation to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, Arthur. He is the honored guest I invited."

Mike silently gave Fudge a thumbs up.

Fudge's words seemed to be a warning to Mr. Weasley not to conflict with Malfoy, but what he actually meant was, 'They were bought with money. Unlike you, you are the best. ’

Sure enough, Mr. Weasley immediately lost his anger as soon as these words came out, while the Malfoy family still looked arrogant.

Mike shook his head silently and stopped looking at the situation behind.

It's not unreasonable for Mr. Weasley to despise Lucius. Apart from being rich, this guy is really good for nothing. His emotional intelligence and IQ are completely crushed. He can't even understand such low-level talk, but he still has a sense of superiority. Full.

As Fudge returned to Mike's side, Mike's old acquaintance Ludo Bagman in the commentary box finally officially announced that the World Cup had begun.

Accompanied by the cheers, screams and various random national anthems of 100,000 people, all the patterns on the blackboard at the beginning disappeared, and what appeared next was: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

Then, a hundred Veela, the mascot of the Bulgarian team, slid to the center of the field.

"Merlin's beard! It's a Veela!"

"This is really..."

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There were sparse sounds of surprise behind Mike. It was obvious that these people were very surprised by the appearance of Veela.

The beauty of these Veela has already exceeded the limits of human adjectives, and just standing there attracted the attention of all the men present.

Then they started dancing.

As a result, most of the men present went crazy.

Everything else in their world disappeared, leaving only the elves-like figures in the center of the field.

Mike saw with his own eyes that in the stands near the box, the men, young and old, all had their eyes fixed and moved towards the Veela gods, as if they wanted to hug them directly.

What's more, he even jumped directly from the stands.

This is Veela's talent, the terrifying charm ability that can make any male creature lose control!

Mike didn't panic about this. He cast the Occlumency Charm early. At this moment, he was watching the Veela dance in the audience with no expression.

There were many people in the box who were not charmed like him, and Minister Fudge and the Bulgarian minister were one of them.

The Bulgarian Minister turned on Occlumency like Mike, while Minister Fudge relied on the glowing silver pendant on his chest.

Upon seeing this, the Bulgarian minister showed a mocking smile, obviously looking down on Fudge's behavior of relying on foreign objects.

The dance continued. To be honest, regardless of the Veela's charm ability, their dance was actually very average, even worse than the dances that Mike had seen in his previous life where the clothes on his body would disappear when they danced.

If it weren't for the fact that all the Veelas in the audience were so beautiful, Mike would never be interested in this kind of dance.

The men present were all obsessed with the Veela dance, but the women felt uncomfortable.

Hermione was pulling Ron and Harry hard to prevent them from jumping from the box, but her eyes glanced towards Mike from time to time, as if she wanted to see if Mike was also fascinated by these naughty hooves in the audience. Mr. Weasley was pulled by George and Fred.

Behind them, the Malfoy couple were looking at their ugliness with contempt. Draco also followed his father's example and raised his head, looking at Harry proudly, while his right hand was still on his thigh. Rubbing.

This was the pinch his mother had made to wake him up after he was charmed just now. It hurt.

Penello was naturally aware of creatures like Veela. She knew that Veela's abilities were extremely lethal to men, so when she saw Mike's nonchalant look, her mouth opened in surprise.

Then, she laughed and said nothing, but just held Mike's hand a little tighter.

Perhaps because the protest from the female audience was too loud, the Veela's performance didn't last long and they left the venue quickly.

This time, the male spectators were not happy, shouting wildly in protest, and some even threw cups and other trash on the court.

It's a pity that Ludo didn't care about so much and directly announced the appearance of the Irish team's mascot.

The audience present only heard a whooshing sound, and a green and gold comet-like thing flew into the stadium. Then it suddenly split into two smaller comets, each pulling out a rainbow in the air and flying into the stadium. into the cylindrical door frames on both sides of the arena.

This gorgeous special effect instantly attracted everyone's attention. There were bursts of surprise from the crowd, and the men who were still a little angry also became quiet.

Then, the rainbow gradually disappeared, and the two big shining balls became bigger and bigger together, and finally turned into a huge clover hovering into the sky. Not only that, with the rotation of the huge clover, countless The golden little things were thrown off, and Mike quickly grabbed one of them. Only when he took a look did he realize that it was actually a golden galleon.

Everyone went crazy. They stood up and grabbed gold coins frantically, even the people in this small box were no exception.

Mike didn't move. He had already seen the truth of this performance clearly. The huge clover was actually made up of countless Irish leprechauns leading lanterns.

These monsters are said to possess countless gold coins, which is indeed the case. However, the gold coins they possess are all fake. They were conjured up by magic and are not recognized by Gringotts.

"Hey, Mike, hurry up and grab it. Although this thing will disappear after a while, it is also a symbol of luck."

Fudge grabbed a handful of gold coins, panted and sat back on his seat and said to Mike.

He obviously knew what these gold coins were, but he still went to grab them.

This is not to say that he is greedy for money. In fact, although the leprechaun's gold coins cannot be used as gold galleons, they do have a beautiful meaning.

But Mike was unmoved, just smiled and shook his head.

He was not from Fu country in his previous life, so he doesn't believe this.