Over the next half hour, the top floor box where they were sitting gradually filled up.

Mr. Weasley was shaking hands with people who were obviously wizards of high rank, and Percy was standing up hastily again and again, as if his stool had suddenly grown a row of porcupine quills.

The last person to come in was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. The others stood up to greet him, but Fudge did something unexpected.

He strode towards the first row as if he had seen an old friend, and extended his hand from a distance.

Percy was absolutely ecstatic.

The adults were all on the other side, and there were only a few children here.

Bill and Charlie were abroad, everyone else was still studying at Hogwarts, only he was working in the Ministry of Magic.

Could it be that...

Percy's heart began to pound and he bowed unconsciously, holding out his hand.

Because he bent too low, his glasses fell to the ground.

But the next second, Fudge walked past as if he was an inconspicuous sculpture or a telephone booth on the roadside, without even looking at him.

"Oh Kyle, I'm so glad to see you here."

Fudge naturally put his hand on Kyle's shoulder and patted him hard, with a much more enthusiastic attitude than when he was with others.

"How was your vacation?" he asked kindly.

"Great." Kyle nodded and said, "The Quidditch World Cup is exciting."

"Yes, I specially reserved a ticket for you, but I didn't expect Arthur to get there first." He glanced at Mr. Weasley jokingly.

Mr. Weasley didn't know what to say, so he could only pull the corners of his mouth stiffly.

He had mentioned Kyle's name when he went to Ludo Bagman to ask for tickets, but the other party never mentioned this.

"But then again."

Fudge continued, "I waited for Albus's owl during my holidays, but you didn't write me a single letter.

Do you know what he's been up to lately? And that potion... I think you know what I'm talking about. It can turn that rat back into a human, right?"

Potion?

Kyle quickly realized that what Fudge was talking about should be the resurrection potion that can restore Peter Pettigrew's Animagus transformation.

No wonder he is so enthusiastic.

Because of this Quidditch World Cup, Crouch's international reputation has been greatly improved. I guess this makes him feel a sense of crisis.

"Don't worry, Mr. Minister." After figuring this out, Kyle immediately said with a smile, "As far as I know, the resurrection potion was already brewed a month ago. There is a big pot of it, and it was all used on the rat. I guarantee it will be fine."

"Then I'm relieved. Albus has never made any mistakes." Fudge said, and then he frowned again, "You should contact me. I think I said before that in this matter, I will do my best to help you on behalf of the Ministry of Magic."

"Perhaps Professor Dumbledore doesn't want to cause you any trouble." Kyle said, "It is not an easy task to organize a competition with 100,000 wizards participating."

"Albus is such a jerk." Fudge pretended to be unhappy and said, "Although I have been a little busy recently, I have always made time for him. I even turned down several important meetings to wait for his owl."

"Meeting? It should be a banquet." Kyle thought to himself, but he looked normal on the surface. He and Fudge condemned Dumbledore's awkward behavior.

This made Fudge look even happier.

He then introduced Kyle to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was wearing a gorgeous velvet robe with gold trim, but he seemed to not understand what Fudge said at all.

But when he looked over here, his eyes accidentally fell on Harry's forehead.

He immediately pointed at the scar excitedly and muttered a bunch of words loudly.

"Oh, yes, Harry Potter..." Fudge walked over and held Harry's hand like a loving father, "You must know that he is the boy who escaped death from the You-Know-Who."

The Bulgarian Minister for Magic said something again.

But no one present could understand, and Harry was extremely confused. He didn't even know how he was dragged here.

"I'm not very good with languages," Fudge whispered beside Harry and Kyle. "For things like this, Barty Crouch is usually called for. Ah, but he's not here at the moment, but I see his house-elf has saved a seat for him, which is very thoughtful...ah, here comes Lucius."

Three more people entered the box. Lucius Malfoy, Draco, and a woman.

"Ah, Minister Fudge." Lucius came over and held out his hand. "Hello, this is my wife Narcissa, and our son Draco."

"Hello, hello." Fudge smiled and nodded to Mrs. Malfoy, while also introducing them to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

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But because the two sides did not speak the same language, the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.

But at this moment, Malfoy suddenly noticed Mr. Weasley standing beside him.

"Goodness, Arthur," he said softly, as if he had seen something incredible, "What did you sell to get this seat in the top box? Your belongings can't be worth so much money, right?"

"I almost forgot that you two are old acquaintances." Fudge said with a smile, "Lucius recently donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Arthur, he is my guest of honor."

"Oh...that's great." Mr. Weasley managed a smile.

Lucius's eyes flicked to Hermione again and he whispered something to the woman next to him.

Narcissa Malfoy immediately showed a look of disgust, as if she smelled something unpleasant.

It was the same when she saw Winky before, as if in her eyes, Hermione, a Muggle-born, had the same status as a house-elf.

However, under the watchful eyes of the Minister of Magic, they did not dare to say anything out of line and walked towards their seats in silence.

Draco wanted to come over and say hello to Kyle, but was stopped by Narcissa. Lucius watched from the side and did not stop him.

"Annoying guy." Ron muttered, and he, Harry and Hermione turned their attention back to the stadium, looking at the crowd on the other side of the stadium through the panoramic binoculars they had just bought.

Then Ludo Bagman rushed into the box.

"Is everyone ready?" he said, his round face shining like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister...can we start?"

"Just start when you say start, Ludo," Fudge said kindly, "I can't wait to watch a good game."

“I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.”

Ludo pulled out his wand, pointed it at his throat and said, "Loud voice." Then his words were like thunder, echoing throughout the packed stadium.

For a moment, his voice was the only sound around.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome!"

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(End of this chapter)