One hundred thousand Quidditch fans gathered here. Even if everyone made a little noise, the whole camp would become a boiling crucible. As the afternoon came, the restless mood not only did not decrease, but became more and more pervasive. Even the summer air seemed to be trembling.

Felix stayed in the tent and counted the things needed for the light show with Lupin and others. According to the plan, they would hold a grand magic light show the night after the Quidditch final, which would last until the end of the game. In addition, Future World Company spent one thousand Galleons to buy text ads before the start of the Quidditch World Cup.

The sun finally set, and the afterglow of dusk continued to dissipate. Clemmy and the young clerk Arik McGee slipped out to play. It was very lively outside. Every once in a while, small vendors appeared in the shape of apparitions, pushing carts full of various souvenirs and walking among the crowd.

The Ministry of Magic also gave up its last resistance and let it go. All kinds of signs of magic suddenly appeared. "Crackling" apparitions, hard shouting and sales, happy and noisy chatter... The camp was noisy.

Lupin also went out. Felix stayed in the tent, fiddling with a layer of air wall on his left hand. He held the wand in his right hand and whispered: "Thunder Explosion."

A red light shot out from the tip of the wand and hit his left hand directly. After waiting for a second or two, Felix's left hand trembled. He dispersed the magic and looked at the palm of his hand. There was a small red dot on it.

"The effect is still very limited." Felix kept thinking that the spell he just used was not very powerful. After another hour or two, Clemmy and Arik returned with a lot of bags, carrying large and small bags, and placed them on the table beside them. Felix put away the magic and looked at the various souvenirs on them.

There was a glowing green rosette that was now shouting at the top of the rose, "Irish team must win!" Crimi pressed hard on the top of the rose and it finally stopped;

and what looked like binoculars, with all kinds of weird knobs and dials on them. "That's a panoramic telescope," Crimi introduced. "I think it's great. You can replay the scene in slow motion, and it can also quickly flash up analysis of the game."

Felix tried it out. "It's really interesting." He kept turning the buttons on it, and the whole world slowed down in front of him. Crimi was slowly taking out a flying Firebolt model and gesturing in front of him.

In addition, there were statues of famous players for collection. Arik McKee bought a complete set of commemorative statues of the Irish team. They walked around the table with a smug look, and one of them fell off the table without paying attention.

"Oh, my Lynch,"

Arik said, wiping the dusty nose of the statue. "Bad luck, go away, go away..."

Crimi and Felix looked at him. He explained, "This is what my father does. Drive away bad luck. Don't let the good situation be ruined."

"Does it really work?" Crimi looked at him doubtfully.

"Of course," he introduced enthusiastically, "Britain has not won the trophy for 30 years. This year, we have a good chance of winning. We have the most tacit team Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallet! Moran! Quigley! Of course, there is Lynch!"

"Is he the seeker?" Crimi pointed at the 'Lynch' in Arik's hand with her chin.

"Yes, the seeker is the soul of the team..." When talking about Quidditch, Arik was particularly talkative. When he heard that Crimi didn't even know the basic foul rules, he stared, as if he had discovered an alien.

"Let me tell you, there are many ways to commit fouls in Quidditch, such as the most common pulling, collision, elbowing, locking the opponent with a broomstick, and relatively complex ones..."

Felix quietly stepped aside. He found an interesting game. He arranged a thick air wall in the air and threw some small pieces, such as cups and forks, on it. Then they would stick to it and move forward in slow motion. The specific speed of movement depends on the force you throw them.

Clemmy also discovered this game. She tried to use her cup to knock the professor's cup out.

After failing again and again, she cast her eyes on Arik's small statue.

"Absolutely not," Arik said firmly, but he took out a bunch of small statues from his pocket, "Bulgaria's team, you can throw this."

After a while, various cups, knives and forks, badges and small statues were stuck in the air, as well as a bag of sealed snacks.

"Arik wins, five points."

...

It was completely dark, and Felix called everyone to eat, "Let's eat something. We can't watch the game on an empty stomach, and we don't know how long it will last."

"Where's Lupin?"

"Maybe he met a friend and chatted for a while. I'll remember to bring him food." Felix said.

"I really hope the game can last ten days and ten nights." At the table, Clemmy Vera said sincerely. This way they will have more time to show the magic lamp.

Felix laughed.

"Haven't you made a decision yet, Vera? You've already considered yourself a member of the company."

Cremi said embarrassedly, "I haven't thought about it yet. I like the job of a curse breaker, but it's great here too... Am I a little greedy, Professor?"

Felix shrugged, swallowed the chicken in his mouth, poured himself a glass of iced lemon juice, and said with a smile, "You have a happy trouble. I can't help you with this, but don't make a decision in a hurry or put pressure on yourself."

He raised his goblet and said from a distance, "You are always welcome here, Vera."

At this time, Lupin walked in from outside the tent with a worried look on his face. Felix poured him a glass of lemon juice. He thanked him and relaxed his eyebrows. "I just went to Harry's place and almost had a conflict."

"What's going on?" Felix asked, directing the dishes to float in front of Lupin, "I suggest you try this, fried halloumi cheese, Arik bought it from the vendor, it tastes very special when eaten with chicken."

Arik McGee, who was sitting next to Crème, smiled stiffly. Lupin patted his shoulder and said gently, "Thank you." He sat down and explained, "Sirius stayed with the Weasley family and met Barty Crouch. You know..."

Felix understood in his heart that Sirius might have some hostility towards Barty Crouch, but Lupin's words surprised him.

"It was Barty Crouch who provoked him," Lupin frowned again and said slowly, "Crouch was responsible for the security of the entire camp. When he talked about Death Eaters, Crouch brought up the old things and believed that there were a large number of Death Eaters at large."

"But Sirius has been proven innocent."

"Yes, but he kept looking at Sirius while he was talking. You know Sirius' temper. The two of them have a feud. If Harry hadn't stopped him..." Lupin shook his head and didn't continue, but Felix could fully guess what was going on. He

probably even took out his wand.

A deep and deep gong sounded from somewhere in the woods, and immediately, thousands of red, green and yellow lanterns shone on the trees, illuminating the road to the stadium.

"It's time!"

The four stood up, walked out of the tent, and followed the surging and excited crowd into the woods. They came out from the other side of the woods and saw a huge oval open-air stadium. The interior was brightly lit, and the light from the stadium turned half of the wall golden.

"It is said that it can accommodate 100,000 people." Arik murmured.

They took the tickets for the top box and went up all the way. The stairs leading to the top floor were covered with purple-red carpets. When there were no more stairs in front of them, they were already standing at the highest point of the stadium.

Downstairs was a spectacular scene, with 100,000 wizards taking their seats one after another. Clemmy pulled his sleeves. On the side of the basketball hoop, there was a huge blackboard with various advertisements playing in a loop.

'Cornflower: Broomsticks for the whole family are safe, reliable, and come with a built-in anti-theft buzzer...'

'Future world, watch the game, watch the light show, say goodbye to kerosene lamps and dazzling torches, the future is right in front of you.'

Felix nodded to show that he saw it. Soon, people began to enter the small box where they were, including the Weasleys, the Malfoys, Sirius, Harry and Hermione, followed by Cornelius Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

Lucius Malfoy cast a cold glance at the Weasleys and Sirius, nodded slightly, and then chatted enthusiastically with Fudge. When Felix looked at him, he subconsciously avoided his sight.

'Haven't you made up your mind, Lucius.' Felix thought.

After everyone sat down, only Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic were left in the small box, talking at cross purposes. Fudge missed Barty Crouch very much. Although they did not get along, Crouch's talent was obvious to all. He knew at least a hundred languages, including the languages ​​of many magical creatures.

Later, Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman came together. Crouch had a terribly serious expression, as if a layer of frost was hanging on his face. However, Fudge was almost driven crazy by the Bulgarian Minister's bad accent and did not notice this at all.

"Thank God, Barty, you're finally here. I need you to help me translate."

"I dragged Barty here," Ludo Bagman said cheerfully, "I told him that you've made the greatest contribution and should be at the highest position..."

"Sorry." Crouch's face was full of disgust, his lips trembling, as if he was resisting the urge to slap Fudge: "I don't have time for these trivial matters."

"Trivial matters?" Fudge took a deep breath and looked at him in disbelief. What happened? He was about to say something, but Crouch's lips moved silently. Although no sound came out, Fudge was too close to him and could clearly distinguish his grammatical form. What Crouch said was: "Idiot."

"Barty Crouch!" Fudge's mood at the moment was a mixture of anger and fear. He shouted at Crouch loudly, spit flying, "You finally stopped hiding and decided to take my position!"

There was silence in the box. No one expected such a thing to happen. Even the Bulgarian minister opened his mouth and said in standard English: "What happened?"

As the host of the opening, Ludo Bagman froze in place, sweat continued to flow on his round face, and he subconsciously took a few steps back. "Ouch!" Hermione shouted, it turned out that he stepped on Hermione's foot.

"Sorry, little, little girl." Ludo Bagman stammered.

Sirius said disdainfully: "See, neither of them is a good person. Crouch looked at me the same way this afternoon. I think he has finally gone crazy."

Felix, who was sitting in the second row, pinched his chin. Is he going to see a fight today, the Director of the International Magical Exchange and Cooperation Department versus the current Minister of Magic?

It's a pity that there is no reporter.

Mr. Weasley stood up and tried to ease the awkward atmosphere. He hesitated and said, "Mr. Crouch..."

Barty Crouch seemed to have finally regained his sanity. He opened his mouth, but said nothing. He hurriedly apologized and turned away. Only Fudge, who was panting and with red eyes, was left at the scene.

When Crouch left, Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, as if a branding iron was attached to his skin.

He covered his forehead and tried not to make a sound. Only Sirius and Ron, who were sitting on both sides of him, noticed the abnormality. Sirius whispered, "What's wrong, Harry? Your scar hurts again?"

But at this time, the Quidditch World Cup final officially began, and the huge cheers drowned out his concern.

Ludo Bagman cast a loud voice spell on himself, and then his words were like thunder, resounding throughout the gymnasium.

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