Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 187 There is no gentleman on the court

  "First-class tickets! All on the top! Arthur, the top!"

  The Ministry of Magic witch who checked the ticket looked at their ticket and said.

  The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a purple-red carpet. People walked up in a bustling manner, slowly diverging into the stands on the left and right.

Everyone came to the box. Although it was a box, there was only a railing between the box and the box. There was only the box number, and there was no fixed seat number. In addition to the better environment, it was also open-air, and the Quidditch in the school. The odd stands are almost the same, very spacious, and you can walk around at will.

What’s interesting is that Jemini’s box is next to Harry’s box. There is only a railing in the middle. When a few people came, the girls from the Hobbit team had already arrived. All tickets for their team were the Charlotte Gang. Got it together.

   "Originally, the minister meant he wanted to be in a box with you, but I said that you and the Hobbit team are full of girls in the box. It's not convenient. He looks very sorry." Charlotte laughed softly.

   "Good job." Jemini nodded.

"But the relationship between the Weasleys is really..." Charlotte said, and looked at the next box with a little surprise: "I heard that Bagman helped get their tickets. I don't know how he did it. Arrived, a dozen first-class tickets..."

  "Good popularity is also a kind of ability." Jemini took out a bottle of whiskey from his arms: "It's really good? Eleven girls accompany me to watch the game alone. Anyone want to drink?"

   "We!"

  Fred and George jumped from their box, followed by Harry and Ron.

   "Well..." Jemini raised his eyebrows.

  Hundreds of thousands of wizards in the field were sitting one after another, and everyone looked at the field below condescendingly. The field looked smooth and flat like velvet.

   "Look! Firebolt ads!" George pointed to a large blackboard in the distance and shouted, "Did you place ads here?"

   "I don't know, it may be a gift, or it may be the location of those boutiques." Jemini said nonchalantly.

  For a long time, the flashing text on the blackboard disappeared, as if it had been erased by an invisible big hand, and another advertisement appeared on the blackboard.

  'Cornflower: A flying broom suitable for the whole family-safe, reliable, with a built-in anti-theft buzzer. ’

   "Well..." Fred muttered, "Safe and reliable... I remember they were made for children's toy broomsticks?"

  Ron took out his panoramic telescope and started debugging. He looked at the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

   "Awesome..." He fiddled with the replay **** on the side of the telescope: "I can make the old guy over there take his nose again...and again...and again..."

  The few hobbit girls next to him pulled away from him with a look of disgust.

  "The purpose of this telescope...huh?" Jemini couldn't help laughing. Shirley shook her head helplessly. She could tell what Jemini was thinking at a glance.

  Hermione eagerly flipped through the game manual with a tasseled velvet cover: "There was a performance by the team mascot before the game. Do you know what the Irish team mascot is?"

   "It's an Irish goblin."

   "Where is the Bulgarian team?"

  Fred shrugged: "Viktor Krum?"

  Harry laughed: "Probably some rare species from them? There are also people who use fire dragons as mascots."

  A few people are talking, the surrounding boxes are already full of people.

Because the top floors are all first-class reasons, the people who come and go look like they are very identifiable, Charlotte also shakes hands with the wizards and talks from time to time, and what makes Jemini annoyed is that almost everyone knows him. All of the wizards all came and shook hands with him flatteringly, as if he were a pet dog.

  Fudge also came, and to Jemini’s surprise, Mr. Weasley was in the same box with Fudge.

After a few greetings with Mr. Weasley, he looked like an old friend and came to Jemini’s box again, greeted Jemini and Harry, and shook hands with Charlotte. In the next box, Per Xiyan stared at a few people with red, he looked very envious.

  As Fudge introduced Harry to the Bulgarian officials beside him, the Malfoys also came up, Draco followed Lucius, and hurried over when he saw everyone.

   "Desperate, my dad has to come over before the game starts." Draco mumbled depressed.

Jemini nodded. He could understand Lucius’s thoughts. After all, there are many people here and there are dark wizards who want to do things after the game. If it is not for the necessary entertainment, he should stay at home. Correct.

  Lucius walked to Fudge, the two talked intimately, and then he dragged Draco over and introduced Fudge to his son and wife.

   Judging from the colliding eyes between him and Mr. Weasley from time to time, the relationship between the two does not seem to improve.

   Two years have passed anyway, and Jemini thought the two of them could relax a little bit.

  Fortunately, Lucius did not say anything ironically. After all, Jemini and the Minister of Magic were here, and he even greeted Hermione kindly.

  No way, Jemini’s arm is still wrapped around Hermione’s waist.

  After this, a group of them returned to the box next door, and the venue was already overcrowded by this time.

   "Are everyone ready?" Ludo Bagman rushed into their box and asked loudly.

   "Let's start as you say, Ludo." Fudge nodded.

  Ludo pulled out his wand and pressed it to his throat: "The voice is loud!"

   Immediately afterwards, his voice resounded throughout the stadium, echoing above people's heads.

  "Ladies and gentlemen...Welcome to you! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

   Deafening cheers resounded throughout the stadium. Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by a mess of singing, including the national anthem and famous songs from all over the world.

  Jemini’s powerful five senses also captured the ‘be a good man’ in the stands on the opposite side of the stadium, and the ‘Katyusha standing on the steep shore’ next to them.

  On the huge blackboard that was still advertised before, the last line of Bibi Duo beans ads was erased, showing a line of words: Bulgaria:0, Ireland:0.

  "Okay, less gossip, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

  The bright red square on the right side of the stand burst into loud cheers.

   "I don't know what they brought?" Hermione said.

   "Bulgaria team, of course it is Veeva!" Behind Demini, Hobbit team captain Gwenogge took it for granted.

   "What is a Veeva?" Harry asked.

  I haven’t waited for an answer. On the other side of the arena, a hundred veevas have slipped into the arena.

  "If you want to describe Veeva from the outside, I can only tell you...woman! Very beautiful woman!"

Jemini said, he took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, then he tore off his tie, and his shiny leather shoes stepped on the railing of the stands, with **** in his mouth, blowing a loud whistle, his posture was extremely licentious .

  Although he has always been a gentleman in the past, I'm sorry, there are only hooligans on the court, no gentlemen.

  This point, whether it is players or spectators, cannot be an exception.

  　Today is the second more 嘤嘤嗝~

  (End of this chapter)