Chapter 176: Meeting

Soon, it was the day of the Quidditch World Cup. Many wizards from all over the world lived in their tents, and there were countless foreigners walking around in the wild. Eagerly discuss which team can win the final championship.
They have a variety of skin tones, black and white, and wear a variety of strange clothes, and some people wear dark green grass skirts, weaving skills are quite good. Some people have a long, flaming chicken feather on their head, and some people seem to have come from a cold environment with a thick jacket.
And more, it was businessmen who came here, they seized the business opportunities.
At this moment, they can attract more potential customers and peddle their weird gadgets.
Most of them are pushing a car, which is filled with glowing rose-shaped badges-green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria-and can shout out the names of the players; there are green high hats, It is decorated with clover that dances with the wind; with the Bulgarian ribbon, the lion on the mackerel will really roar; there are the national flags of the two countries, and they will play their national anthems when they are waving; there are small models of fire crossbow arrows that can really fly ; There are statues of famous team members for collection. Those small statues can walk around on the palm of your hand, a triumphant figure.
"Draco, look at this quickly." Pansy's little hand took Malfoy over the crowd, and walked to a street vendor, a man covered in black cloak, who kept pushing the cart with him. Compared with the sellers, he seemed to stand out from the crowd, and the stalls were covered with elaborately woven, well-made gloves, which were piled up into hills. Looking at the shiny fabrics, Pan Xi's soul was hooked and his eyes couldn't be removed.
"How much?" Malfoy asked directly at the stall owner.
The man in the cloak did not speak, but extended a finger from under the cloak, pointing to the sign in front of the booth, which was written with black handwriting-"One gold gallon, no bargain."
"Choose the color and go away, they are still waiting." Malfoy urged that the girl who was interested in everything was a little helpless. Yesterday, she and her parents met "incidentally" with Mar. The Fu family, and then the job of the guide was undoubtedly taken by Malfoy.
Looking at Pansy's carefree, happy face, Malfoy knew what he said to her that night, and Pansy should not have taken it seriously.
"That's fine." Malfoy smiled meaninglessly. At this age, she should still be carefree.
"Don't rush me, I chose the wrong color to rely on you." Pansy bit her finger, his face full of tangled expressions, as if to give up any color or style is a great pain.
"Here, your gift." Pansy finally picked a pair of men's black gloves, all around with silver trim, and then handed it to Malfoy.
As soon as he started, Malfoy felt some warm feelings. It should be that the stall owner put some magic on it. Of course, the aging must be very short. Most of the magic applied to the appliances is aging.
"Good eyesight." Malfoy admired perfunctoryly, and then reminded unintentionally: "If you don't enter the venue, you may have no place. Seeing so many people here, it's not easy to wait."
"Then let's go!" Pansy seemed to be caught in a painful foot, hurriedly dropped the payment, dragged Malfoy's hand again, and squeezed in the direction of the stadium.
Just before Pansy stepped out, she suddenly stopped her pace, as if she noticed something, and stared straight at her.
"You lie to me again, we are clearly in a box! We are not in the stands watching the game." She said angrily, being annoyed that she was so easily deceived.
"Don't you think that this kind of fierce competition has more atmosphere among the crowd?" Malfoy said with a smile.
Pansy imagined that if both of them were with their parents, they must be very uncomfortable. They could not speak loudly. They should always pay attention to maintaining their words and deeds and leave a good impression on both sides. It seems that it is better to run to the stands and The crowd of people shouted together, releasing their enthusiasm for the game in the tsunami-like cry of the mountain.
"You seem to make a point..." Pansy had accepted Malfoy's suggestion, but he was not willing to show how he was persuaded.
"Just so, just do what I said." Malfoy toughened up, seeming to know what Pansy was thinking. "Your father asked, just push it on me."
"That's what you said." Pansy immediately changed her look to look forward. It seemed to her that watching the game in the stands was a very new experience.
The game at Hogwarts is completely different from here. Whether it is the splendid level of the game, the strength of the players, or the audience watching the game, it is very different. Just look at this outside the field. The rebellion against the sky is enough to prove how influential this most wizarding sport in the wizarding world is.
And since she became a player of the Slytherin Quidditch team, she has had fewer opportunities to watch the game, and rarely has such a pure fun at all times. Before watching the game, she was studying other people's tactics. .
Hundreds and thousands of people were walking around, hearing shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing. This fanatical excitement is very contagious, and even Malfoy is somewhat infected~EbookFREE.me~He followed his heart and drummed.
"It might be interesting to see it." But he quickly rejected his idea. He had more important things to deal with.
Malfoy needed a shield and a reason to disappear in front of his parents.
While he was still thinking about how his plan should be implemented next, Pansy's voice rang in his ears again: "Draco, which team do you support in this final?"
"Huh?" Malfoy thoughtfully, and then tentatively said, "The Wimblenes Hornets?" This is the team that Bagman used to be.
"They were eliminated in the first round!" Pansy grimaced at Malfoy. "The Bulgarian team and the Irish team are about to compare. Do you even know which two teams are in the final?"
"Of course not." Malfoy said heartily, before he went to Ludo Bagman, out of all preparations, he had understood the Quidditch knowledge to a considerable extent.
It’s certainly troublesome to play silly now, because he doesn’t know which team Pansy supports. If the opinions are inconsistent, the girl must whisper in his ear again.
Of course, Malfoy was still wrong. Pansy is now actively instilling with him the information he has already studied, analyzing the tactics that the two teams may use today, or the players who may be playing.
Listening to Pansy's "science" all the way, Malfoy finally arrived at their destination today-a huge stadium that could accommodate 100,000 people, and the stadium was surrounded by magnificent golden walls
"Third ticket!" the witch wizard at the entrance looked at their ticket and said, "the open-air stand, just follow the crowd to the right."
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