Chapter 267: Quidditch World Cup

"That person will be fine, right? I mean he has been'all forgotten' for the third time today, right?"
Penello hugged Mike's arm and asked worriedly. https://
Dick hurried over when he heard the words. He didn't do this kind of reception of VIPs once or twice, so he was very experienced in dealing with VIPs like Penello who sympathized with Muggles.
"Please rest assured, our staff are professional. They will never let that Muggle suffer any harm."
Mike nodded nonchalantly, and moved on with Penello.
In his opinion, the Dick in front of him was completely lying. Frequent use of an oblivion spell on the same subject would cause confusion in his memory and even a drastic decline in his memory. Even the first-year students at Hogwarts knew that. He didn't think the staff of the Ministry of Magic had the ability to eliminate that sequelae.
It might be possible to change to Lockhart, the master of Forgotten Curse.
But he was not going to take care of that Muggle either.
After all, the secrets of the supernatural world must not be revealed. If the staff are not allowed to erase the memory of the Muggle hunter, then the only option left is to kill.
Penello thinks differently from Mike, perhaps because of Muggle background, she obviously cares about the Muggle hunter just now.
But there is no way, Mike obviously has no intention to interfere in this matter, so as a ‘sensible’ girl she can only shut up.
Under Dick's leadership, Mike and Penello quickly came to a camping area filled with tents.
This area occupies a large area, and although the ground looks like a lawn, it still has the texture of a wooden plank when it is stepped on, and it must have been reinforced by deformation.
The layout of the tents here is very sparse, and the appearance of each tent is very delicate. The snow-white silk is dotted with many golden patterns, and the door curtains are even embroidered with the logo of the Ministry of Magic with various colored silk threads.
The distance between the tents can be said to be just right. It will not make it too difficult for the people in the tents to come up, and it will not make people feel that their privacy will be violated.
The central location of the camp is also equipped with many things that guests may use, such as barbecue grills, wine barrels, deck chairs, and parasols. The service is perfect.
What surprised Mike and Penello most was the structure of the tent.
According to Dick's introduction, countless non-marking stretching curses have been applied to these tents in order to expand the space inside to the extreme.
The opened up spaces have become the canvases of the top wizard architects in Britain.
This caused Mike to be taken aback by the luxurious decorations that appeared in front of him when he entered the tent that looked not much larger than the ordinary tent, and almost thought that he was in a certain European-style castle.
Dick looked at Mike in a daze, and the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't hide.
Of course, this wasn't a mocking smile, he didn't mean to mock Mike as a country boy who had just entered the city. He knows very well that the guests who are eligible to stay here will not lack such luxurious accommodation, even if there is a shocked look on their faces, it is only because the level of accommodation provided by the event party far exceeds their expectations.
This is the best compliment to those who have worked hard for them.
But he also knew that he had better not laugh at this moment, after all, the distinguished guests would very likely think he was laughing at them.
It's just that I can't help it!
Mike glanced strangely at Dick, who had a distorted face, and said directly to Penello:
"It's still too early to start the game. Do you want to go shopping and visit our friends by the way."
"Okay."
Perhaps women are born to like to go shopping. When Mike offered to take Penello to go shopping, Penello, who was still a little sullen because of the previous Muggle hunter, got excited, and flicked his wand to his feet. The Gauguin shoes on I became a pair of ladies sandals that can also match his evening dress.
"Let's go!"
Seeing Penello's eagerness, Dick opened the curtain of the tent for the two of them wittily, and when they all went out, they informed them of the locations of other gathering places and the time of the game.
After saying this, he silently retreated to the side, bowed his head and sent Mike and Penello away.
"The service here is really thoughtful."
After walking a long way, Penello looked back and sighed when Dick was still standing there watching them.
Mike smiled coldly, without speaking.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of service, after all, it was exchanged for one hundred thousand gold gallons.
The two slowly strolled around, and soon arrived at the camping area with regular tickets.
Unlike the VIP area, the pavement here is extremely ordinary mud and stone roads, and the distance between the tents is also very close, giving people a feeling of crowding. Mike estimates that the interiors of the tents with different shapes are also Very simple, at least not as good as theirs.
However, crowding also has the advantage of crowding, at least here is a lot more lively than the VIP area.
People come and go on the spacious stone road, people of all skin colors and body types are communicating with each other friendly.
In addition, there are many people pushing carts selling Quidditch World Cup souvenirs. Although they sell the shoddy gadgets on it very expensive, the carts are still full of people next to them. Up people.
The sharp-eyed Penello seemed to have discovered something, and stabbed Mike with his elbow.
Mike, who was observing a beautiful purple tent, immediately followed her gaze, and saw that the Weasleys and Harry and others were also squeezing in front of a small cart to select souvenirs.
"Hey! Harry, what a coincidence!"
Suddenly he heard Mike's voice, and Harry in the crowd suddenly raised his head and looked around for a long time before seeing Mike not far away.
"Mike..."
Half of Harry's speech stopped abruptly, and the smile on his face was stunned, because he saw Penello who was holding Mike's arms beside him.
Harry swears that this is definitely the most beautiful girl he has ever seen.
Merlin's beard! Sister Penello, who usually wears school uniforms, is already beautiful enough. I didn't expect that after putting on an evening gown and dressing up, she would still be so beautiful!
Harry's anomaly immediately attracted the attention of others, and Ron turned around suspiciously, and immediately showed a pig brother like Harry.
Hermione pursed her mouth again when she saw it, stomped her feet angrily and then seemed to think of something, turned her back abruptly, turned her back to Mike and began to stroke her hair with her hands, as if she wanted to make the mess. Give her hair straightened out.
Compared with the two of them, Mr. Weasley and George and Fred reacted much better, they just recovered from a moment of stunned.
"Mike, Penello! Oh! We are so stupid that we should have thought that you would come too!"
"Yes!"
George and Fred threw up excitedly and hugged Mike and Penello.
When they hugged the Mike very hard, they seemed to want to squeeze the Mike into a man, but when they hugged Penello they were cautious, and they separated quickly after only a false hug.
Mike could see that the two of them were still a little stressed when facing such a beautiful Penello today.
After that, Mike greeted Mr. Weasley and Harry, and then he came to the car.
At this moment, Hermione couldn't pretend that she didn't see Mike anymore, and finally saw that she stroked her hair roughly twice before turning around and gave Mike an awkward smile.
From Hermione’s red face like a peach, it can be seen that Hermione is desperate at this moment. Her head is like a lion's mane and her hair has not become tidy because of her hurried combing. Compliant, on the contrary, it seems to be a little messier.
"You... hello, Mike."
Hermione's voice can be described as soft as a mosquito, and even though she is talking to Mike, her eyes keep drifting towards Penello.
Obviously he was very concerned about Penello's existence.
Naturally, Hermione's little actions could not be hidden from Penello, and she also knew that the reason why Hermione was so abnormal today was entirely because she was ashamed of herself after seeing herself.
Ever since, out of a woman's instinctive eagerness, Penello held Mike's arm tighter.
Hermione almost broke her teeth when she saw it, but it was a pity that Mike didn't notice the silent war between the two women next to him. His attention had long been attracted by the cart.
The things on the trolley are nothing special. They are all low-cost magical gadgets, such as panoramic telescopes with video recording functions, various weird badges, and some famous players’ hands. some type of.
Of course, the things that attracted Mike's attention were not these, but various objects with the emblem of Los Santos, a miniature of a city.
These things are varied, from the basic Dolphin magic drink to the company's newly developed small fan that can spray air at different temperatures according to the user's wishes. It can be said that there are everything, and the texture of these objects looks all Much better than other things.
"How do these things sell?" Mike asked, pointing to the pile of things with the Los Santos logo.
"Pretty good."
The busy stall owner answered Mike's question in a brief and terrifying way, and Mike nodded in satisfaction.
Mike’s sponsorship of the Quidditch World Cup has long been delegated to the promoters below, and these people have apparently copied the Muggle Society’s set of things. Based on what Mike currently sees, he did so. The effect looks pretty good.
"Children, it's almost time, let's go."
Mr. Weasley said excitedly.
The little guys who hadn't seen each other for a long time finally stopped, and followed Mr. Weasley like a duckling out for a walk with the mother duck, and walked towards the arena.
Mike also retracted his thoughts and set off with Penello talking and laughing.
Harry and the others carried a lot of things in their hands, which they bought from the stall owner just now.
The crowd huddled in the large army and walked into the woods along a road illuminated by lanterns.
And as they progressed, the cheers, shouts, and intermittent singing from the other side of the field began to gradually penetrate into their ears.
It seems that those who entered early have already turned the sky over.
Mike made this conclusion.
This fanatic mood is extremely contagious.
Make an analogy.
Many sports games and activities that are not very popular will pull people to make up the head in order to prevent the event scene from being too deserted, and you are drawn to make up for an inexplicable sports game.
Maybe you are not very interested in the offstage game, but as long as there are enough people around and the atmosphere is enough, then you will easily become excited and cheer together.
These people around Mike are thinking about it now and the above situation. The only difference between the two is that these people really love Quidditch, and in order to watch this game, they did not hesitate to spend a lot of money or even travel all over the world. .
Therefore, they have to enter the state faster, and their behaviors after entering the state are more crazy.
Mike just felt that everyone around him was flushed, and the crowd even screamed with excitement from time to time.
This kind of fanaticism is so strong that it usually takes more than half an hour to walk from the camping area to the competition venue, Mike and they only took 20 minutes to finish it.
And as soon as they walked out of the woods, a spectacular stadium comparable to the Rose Bowl Stadium in the previous life appeared in front of everyone.
Most of the wizards present had never seen such a magnificent building in their entire lives, all of them looked up at this huge building with their mouths wide open like a country bun.
To be honest, from the beginning, Mike felt that the wizards around him were like beggars who had just returned from begging. A large part of the reason was that these people were wearing very weird costumes~EbookFREE.me~ One of the blacks was even wrapped up. A colorful feather blanket makes him look like a parrot in courtship.
Now, this sense of seeing in the army of beggars is stronger.
Mike shook his head, pulling Penello and quickly leaving this strange team.
"VIP tickets! Merlin! Why did you come in from this entrance? You should enter the stadium from the VIP channel on the east side!"
The ticket for Mike was a girl with many freckles on her face. She went crazy when she repeatedly checked Mike and Penello's tickets and confirmed that they were not forged.
She simply ignored other spectators who were still waiting for the ticket check, and left her job, personally guiding Mike to the arena.
This kind of disobedience to responsibility naturally caused dissatisfaction among others.
It's a pity that the Aurors standing next to them are not furnishings. When the dazzling red lights flashed on the wands they raised, the few protesting guys immediately disappeared.
Harry, Weasley and the others stared at Mike who was going away dumbfounded, somewhat at a loss.
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