Harry and Hermione didn't buy any souvenirs.

One of them simply loves Quidditch and doesn't know anything about the star players, although Ron and Neville have discussed it more than once. The other one doesn't even really understand Quidditch, but school is about to start and he has to relax with his friends.

When the sun officially rises.

The sound of gongs came from afar, accompanied by even louder shouts.

The trees are decorated with colorful lights, with red and green colors intertwined, emitting a slightly eerie glow. One cannot expect too much from the wizards' aesthetic taste.

Wizards emerged from all directions and unexpected corners and set out on the road to the arena.

They walked for more than ten minutes, passing through the woods, when a huge shadow fell across the sky.

The tall and long golden wall is inserted into the ground, surrounding the front, standing here magnificently and holy.

"This is the greatest masterpiece of wizards in recent years!" Arthur was very proud of it. He introduced it while leading them to find the entrance. "Five hundred staff members worked hard for a whole year on this."

“Guess how many people it can accommodate?”

Ron carefully reported a number: "Ten thousand people?"

"Five hundred thousand?" In contrast, Hermione reported a much larger number.

Arthur shook his head repeatedly, "Ronnie, you can guess a little bigger, and Miss Granger, your imagination seems a little too wild. I'm afraid no building can hold 500,000 people, but it can hold 100,000."

"A full 100,000 people are in this stadium. It is the greatest miracle of wizards in the past hundred years. No other building can be as great as this stadium."

He said with pride.

Although the British Ministry of Magic has a bad reputation and is a mess, it can still get things done.

Ron and the others were very excited.

Hermione hesitated.

Harry leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The year is 1994," Hermione said, lowering her voice, "that's when wizards got their first 100,000-capacity stadium. I thought they would have been even earlier."

"And ordinary people had built the first stadium that could hold 100,000 people decades earlier."

Mr. Arthur didn't hear what Hermione said and continued to introduce to the children that he had the honor of visiting the stadium before it was completed, and was even assigned to help for a period of time.

They quickly found the entrance.

"First-class tickets!" The witch checking the tickets looked at Lupin and the Weasley family in surprise; they didn't look like the type of people who could own such tickets.

Walking up the purple-carpeted stairs, we came to a small box on the top floor, which was almost level with the golden goalposts. There were more than twenty gold-plated purple soft chairs in the box, neatly arranged in two rows.

They sat down in the front row.

After a while, there was a snap and a slight sound came from the second row of chairs.

Harry rolled forward, put on the Quin Sign, drew his wand, and pointed it towards the sound.

"Harry?" Arthur was a little surprised and looked back. "It's just a house elf."

Harry deadpanned and put his wand away: "Sorry, I've been tricked by this creature before."

The elf in the back seat grabbed its ears and banged against the velvet back of the chair, which could not cause any damage. After a few bangs, it climbed down the chair and kept banging against the wall, muttering, "Winky is a bad house-elf. Winky scared the little wizard!"

"Stop, it's too noisy." Arthur was a little helpless and waved his wand to pull it away.

The elf named "Shanshan" stood against the corner of the wall, looking restrained.

"Whose family are you from?" Arthur asked.

It answered honestly: "Winky is from the Crouch family."

Percy's tone became flattering, "Mr. Crouch's? Where's Mr. Crouch?"

"Master?" Winky blinked and looked at Percy in confusion, but her body shuddered and she quickly lowered her head and covered her face. "The master is busy. He has other things to do. He asked Winky to take a seat for him."

"Are you afraid of Percy?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.

Winky's voice trembled: "Winky is not a qualified house-elf. Winky is afraid of heights."

"When will Mr. Crouch arrive?" Percy asked eagerly.

Winky shook her head, "I don't know when Mr. Crouch will be here."

"Don't make any noise." Arthur warned it, and no one paid any attention to it anymore.

Others came over one after another.

Senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, some "pure-blooded" wizard families, such as the Malfoys and the Shacklebolts. Arthur and Percy kept standing up and greeting these people. Arthur was somewhat reluctant, but Percy was very flattering.

When Fudge came over, Percy became even more humble and wished he could become the chair under Fudge's butt.

Ron looked awkward.

Hermione frowned. She couldn't bear to see this scene. How could a good person be worse than a house-elf?

Fudge eagerly introduced Harry to others.

The boy who survived, the savior, the heir of Gryffindor, the best little wizard in Hogwarts, especially the word "best", immediately attracted the attention of many wizards.

Harry greeted them coldly, without saying a word, and sat back in his chair.

The other wizards didn't mind. Mr. Potter was still young, and excellent wizards always had some strange tempers. For example, Dumbledore was crazy. Mr. Potter just looked a little indifferent, which was better than a madman.

Wait until the greetings are over.

Ludo stood up, walked to the front of the podium, cast a "loud voice" spell on himself, and a spell to ensure that the sound could be evenly spread, and said enthusiastically: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

“Who will be the champion this year?”

"Will your pre-match anticipation bring you a large sum of Galleons to fill your pockets?"

"Enough of small talk, let's welcome the Bulgarian mascot!"

On the right side of the stadium, there was a burst of violent cheers, just like the roar of bulls in the fall and summer.

A group of girls walked into the gymnasium.

Arthur stood up suddenly, took off his glasses, rubbed them hard on his robes, put them back on, and said in a tone of disbelief: "Veela! Bulgaria's mascot is actually a Veela!"

Ron was a little confused: "What Veela?"

But he soon woke up from his confusion and, like his father, he leaned out to look.

Veela are a kind of humanoid magical creatures. They look no different from normal humans. Well... that's not quite right. Their looks are almost better than any witch.

They have the same charm as their appearance, making it impossible for men with weak wills to take their eyes away.

Draco, for example, was having trouble controlling himself. If his mother hadn't grabbed his robes and held him back, he would have jumped.

Ron couldn't help himself and was pulled by Arthur.

George and Fred didn't perform very well either. They clasped their hands and looked at the Veela, their eyes full of hormones.

In fact, many of the spectators sitting in the first and second rows had already jumped into the stadium, took off their clothes, and danced with the Veela.

Hermione turned to look at Harry.

He sat quietly in the chair, his face still the same unchanging expression. He raised his wand and waved it gently, and several Weasleys suddenly woke up.

George and Fred shook off their brother's hands in disgust, and even cleaned them up again, wanting to be clean again.

Ron was dragged and staggered, falling back into the box.

"I...what happened to me just now?" Ron rubbed the place where he was hurt from the fall, frowning. He turned his head and noticed Draco's miserable appearance. He almost couldn't catch his breath. He pointed at him in horror, then at himself, "I was like that just now?"

Arthur looked at Harry, "Oh, thank you. I almost couldn't hold him back."

"You were charmed by a Veela just now." Harry looked at him.

Ron shrank his head, and George and Fred, who were usually brave, did the same, not daring to look down again.

"Don't worry, I have cast a spell for you that can offset the charm of those Veela." Harry patted his shoulder and encouraged him.

Fred reached out and grabbed George's sleeve tightly, then leaned out to look outside, and said in a surprised tone, "Really, I really won't be charmed by a veela!"

Ron also looked over.

Even without the charm of magic, the looks of the Veela are still full of great attraction to men or some special ladies, and it is also a great pleasure to appreciate their dancing.

"You should learn from Harry." Hermione said with a straight face, trying to suppress her laughter, "He is not affected at all."

"That's Harry," Ron retorted immediately.

George sighed helplessly, "Hermione, you don't have to show off. Little Ronnie is right. He is Harry. You can't make us the same as Harry."

Hermione's ears turned red and she said loudly, "What do you mean by showing off?"

"Harry, how did you do it?" Fred was eager to try. "The magic of the Veela is very difficult to resist. Maybe, I just said maybe, even Professor Dumbledore can't resist it."

Harry asked back, "Are there any male Veela?"

Fred shook his head, "Veela are all ladies."

"Very good." Harry deadpanned, "Then Professor Dumbledore must not have been raped by a Veela."

Fred was startled and raised his hand to rub his ears. He felt as if he had heard something extraordinary. What did it mean? Was it what he thought?

But he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He pretended that he hadn't heard anything and repeated the question again: "Harry, how did you not get raped by them, even though they were wearing clothes this time?"

Arthur was startled.

etc?

What did these kids do?

Why do we need to emphasize that “they are wearing clothes this time”? It seems that the performances of the Veela have always been like this.

"I just find it hard to be aggressive with a group of birds." Harry remained expressionless.

Veela have the appearance of human women on the surface, but when they are angry or fighting with wizards, they will reveal their true form - turning into a huge bird that can spit fireballs. They have always appeared in the Fantastic Beasts series of books without any suspense.

Most importantly, in Harry's senses.

A group of women on the Quidditch field exuded an aura almost identical to that of the wands in the hands of some wizards.

When the Veela finished their performance, their magical effects also dissipated.

The audience in the stadium seemed lost, as if they had forgotten that this was the Quidditch World Cup. They cursed and shouted at the Veela to continue their performance.

Ludo cast three spells in a row, and the deafening sound finally quieted down the wizards who were dominated by hormones: "Gentlemen, don't forget, today is the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Next, let's welcome the Irish team!"

“Let their mascots bring the show to us.”

If Bulgaria used Veela to attract attention, the Irish team's methods were more direct.

They lit a huge firework.

George and Fred commented on it and were very critical of it.

A huge clover exploded in the air, and then with a crackling sound, golden rain fell. It was gold galleons, hitting people's heads and giving them pain.

But George and Fred were very happy. They waved their wands and gathered the Galleons around them.

"I swear, this is absolutely the best firework ever." They both said in unison, commenting immediately.