Chapter 272 Quidditch World Cup

"Um, Dad, didn't you say our tickets are the best?"

Ron asked stupidly.

Faced with his youngest son's question, Mr. Weasley was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak.

At this time, George stood up and answered everyone's doubts: "Mike is the sponsor of the Quidditch World Cup, so it's not surprising that he has some privileges." As

soon as this was said, everyone present showed a look of sudden enlightenment on their faces. They had heard earlier that Mike had opened many companies at a young age. The only surprise was that he could now sponsor a game of the level of the Quidditch World Cup.

"How much did he sponsor?!"

Ron asked hurriedly. He was very nervous about anything related to gold galleons.

"How should I know." George knocked Ron's head and said, "Okay, don't talk about this. The new ticket inspector is here. Let's go in quickly."

On the other side, Mike and Penelope were led into the stadium by the female ticket inspector with a respectful look.

As soon as he entered the stadium, in addition to the huge and spectacular stadium, Mike's eyes were greeted by a huge blackboard at the highest point of the stadium. It was as if an invisible hand was writing with chalk, and golden words and patterns kept flashing on it.

And these words and patterns on it were also advertisements that Mike was quite familiar with.

Including the advertisements of all sponsors including Los Santos.

Dolphin Magic Drink—Delicious and Refreshing.

Then a frozen Dolphin Magic Drink dripping with water appeared, which made people look very appetizing.

...

Los Santos Magic Towel—Super Smart, Automatically Do Whatever You Want It to Do!

Then a towel man with cartoon facial features flashed, smiled at everyone, and gave a thumbs up.

...

The slogans on the blackboard were played in a loop, but it was obvious that the quality of Los Santos's series of advertisements was much better than other advertisements.

While other advertisements were still using countless words to describe the functions of their products, the promoters of Los Santos had already brought in the advanced knowledge of the Muggle society, using catchy slogans and gorgeous pictures to promote.

Nodding with satisfaction, Mike followed the instructions of the ticket inspector and walked into a box.

This box was located at the highest point of the entire stadium, facing the golden goalposts, and it could be said to be the best place to watch the goal.

There were about twenty purple and gold seats here, divided into two groups and neatly arranged. At this time, some seats were already occupied by some people, and the only one Mike knew was the Malfoy family.

They obviously noticed Mike, and Lucius instinctively put on a beautiful aristocratic fake smile on his face, and moved his body slightly as if he wanted to stand up to greet Mike.

But the next moment he saw Penelope next to Mike, so he stopped moving, and the fake smile on his face could no longer be held.

Don't get me wrong.

Mr. Lucius, who was well-informed, naturally would not be impressed by Penelope's beauty like Harry and Ron. He just recognized Penelope's identity, a Muggle-born wizard.

This made him give up the idea of ​​greeting Mike and the others. After all, it was absolutely unacceptable for them, the "honorable pure bloods", to take the initiative to greet Muggle-born wizards. Of

course, Mike was an exception. His strength and wealth were enough for Lucius to ignore his origin.

But Lucius actually didn't understand Mike in his heart.

According to his idea, an outstanding person like Mike should do his best to find a way to marry a girl from a pure-blood family to improve the bloodline of the next generation.

Then the next generation will continue to marry the purest blood.

In this way, after two or three generations, the Townley family may barely be able to be called a pure-blood family.

Instead of looking for a Muggle witch with the same dirty bloodline as now.

Maybe he just wants to play.

Lucius felt better thinking this way, and the smile on his face became more natural. He nodded to Mike to say hello. It is not advisable to

hit a smiling person. Mike also nodded to Lucius, and then he found the first two seats in the front row according to the number on the ticket and sat down.

Draco's face turned completely black. He was originally very dissatisfied with his father's initiative to greet Mike, and now he couldn't sit still when he saw that Mike and his friends' seats were better than theirs.

But in fact, this is not the best seat in the box. There are three seats next to Mike's seat that are closer to the court. They must be reserved by Fudge for himself and some of the most distinguished guests.

Mike guessed correctly. Fudge soon came to the box, greeted everyone in the box one by one, and sat down next to Mike.

"Hey, Mike, how are you?" Fudge let out a long breath and pointed to a man next to him, "Let me introduce you, this is the Bulgarian Minister of Magic!"

Mike looked in the direction of Fudge's finger, and saw a middle-aged man in a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold edges, smiling and nodding at him.

Mike saw that the other party didn't seem to want to talk to him more, so he didn't say anything, just nodded.

But Fudge obviously didn't think so. He used broken English with some gestures to introduce Mike to the Bulgarian minister with difficulty.

Unfortunately, the other party seemed to not understand English at all, and spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

Fudge had no choice but to give up, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face, and kept looking towards the entrance of the box.

"Did you see Harry?"

Mike glanced at Fudge in confusion and replied,

"They are behind me, right?"

"Really? I hope they won't be late. I specially gave Weasley the tickets here."

When he said that, Mike instantly understood that Mr. Weasley was an insignificant little person in the Ministry of Magic. Such a person was able to get seven or eight tickets in this box, which was obviously due to Harry's help.

Fudge just wanted to find a more natural excuse to invite Harry over, and then show off in front of international friends.

Mike guessed right again. When Harry finally arrived at the box, Fudge was the first to greet him. He greeted the Weasleys perfunctorily, then took Harry's hand enthusiastically and began to introduce the Bulgarian minister to him.

The Bulgarian was obviously very interested in Harry. He touched the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead and talked a lot.

Fudge felt relieved.

After a while, Fudge sent the Weasleys to their seats.

When Mr. Weasley saw the Malfoys sitting behind them, his face immediately fell.

"Nice to meet you, Weasley." Lucius stood up and greeted Mr. Weasley in a seemingly friendly manner, but then he said in a low voice that could be heard clearly by the people around him, "What did you sell to get this seat in the top box? Your belongings are definitely not worth so much money, right?"

Mr. Weasley's face instantly turned as red as his hair. The fact that he got the first-class ticket has been his main topic of bragging for a while. Now he was ridiculed by his old rival Malfoy, which made him furious.

Fudge looked at Lucius meaningfully, and then, as if he didn't hear what he said, he said to Mr. Weasley:

"Mr. Malfoy recently donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He is my guest of honor."

Mike silently gave Fudge a thumbs up.

Fudge's words seemed to be a warning to Mr. Weasley not to conflict with Malfoy, but what he actually meant was, 'They bought it with money, unlike you, you are the best. '

Sure enough, Mr. Weasley was no longer angry as soon as this was said, while the Malfoy family still looked arrogant.

Mike shook his head silently and stopped looking at the situation behind.

It was not without reason that Mr. Weasley despised Lucius. This guy was really useless except for being rich. His emotional intelligence and IQ were completely crushed. He couldn't even understand such low-level words, but he was still full of superiority.

As Fudge returned to Mike's side, Mike's old acquaintance in the commentary booth, Ludo Bagman, finally officially announced that the World Cup had begun.

Accompanied by the cheers, screams and various messy national anthems of 100,000 people, all the patterns on the blackboard at the beginning disappeared, and then appeared: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

Then, the mascot of the Bulgarian team, a full hundred Veela, slid to the center of the field.

"Merlin's beard! It's actually a Veela!"

"This is really..."

...

There were sparse exclamations behind Mike. It was obvious that these people were very surprised by the appearance of the Veela.

The beauty of these veelas has already surpassed the limit of human adjectives. Just standing there attracted the attention of all the men present.

Then, they began to dance.

As a result, most of the men present went crazy.

In their world, everything else disappeared, leaving only the elf-like figures in the center of the stadium.

Mike saw with his own eyes that the men in the stands near the box, regardless of age, all had their eyes wide open and reached out to the veelas, as if they wanted to hug them directly.

What's more, some even jumped directly from the stands.

This is the gift of the veelas, the terrifying charm that can make any male creature lose control!

Mike was not panicked about this. He had already used the brain blocking spell. At this moment, he was watching the dance of the veelas below the stage with an expressionless face.

There were many people in the box who were not charmed like him. Minister Fudge and the Bulgarian minister were among them. The

Bulgarian minister activated the brain blocking spell like Mike, while Minister Fudge relied on the glowing silver pendant on his chest.

The Bulgarian minister showed a mocking smile on his face, obviously looking down on Fudge's behavior of relying on external things.

The dance continued. To be honest, apart from the charm of the veela, their dance was actually very ordinary, even worse than those dances that Mike had seen in his previous life where the clothes would disappear while dancing.

If it weren't for the fact that the veelas in the audience were really beautiful, Mike would never be interested in this kind of dance.

The men present were all immersed in the dance of the veelas, but the women were uncomfortable.

Hermione was pulling Ron and Harry hard to prevent them from jumping off the box, but her eyes would look at Mike from time to time, as if she wanted to see if Mike was also fascinated by these sluts in the audience. Mr. Weasley was being pulled by George and Fred.

Behind them, the Malfoys were looking at their ugly appearance with contempt, and Draco also looked up like his father, looking at Harry proudly, while his right hand was still rubbing his thigh.

This was the pinch his mother had made to wake him up after he was charmed. It hurt.

Penelope was also familiar with the Veela creatures. She knew that the Veela's ability had extraordinary lethality to men, so when she saw Mike's nonchalant look, her mouth widened in surprise.

Then, she laughed, and said nothing, but held Mike's hand a little tighter.

Perhaps because the protests of the female audience were too loud, the performance of the Veela was not long, and they left the field soon.

The male audience was not happy about this, and they shouted wildly in protest, and some even threw cups and garbage in their hands onto the field.

Unfortunately, Ludo didn't care about that and directly announced the appearance of the Irish team's mascot.

The audience only heard a whoosh, and a green and gold comet-like thing flew into the field, and then suddenly split into two slightly smaller comets, each of which drew a rainbow in the air and flew into the cylindrical door frames on both sides of the field.

This gorgeous special effect instantly attracted everyone's attention. There were bursts of surprised voices from the crowd, and those men who were originally a little angry also quieted down.

Then, the rainbow gradually disappeared, and the two shining big balls linked together became larger and larger, and finally turned into a huge clover that hovered in the sky. Not only that, with the rotation of the huge clover, countless golden small things were thrown down. Mike quickly grabbed one of them and found that it was a gold galleon.

Everyone went crazy. They stood up and scrambled for the gold coins frantically, even the people in this small box were no exception.

Mike didn't move. He had already seen the truth of the show. The huge clover was actually made up of countless Irish leprechauns holding lanterns.

It was said that these leprechauns had countless gold coins, which was indeed the case. However, the gold coins they had were all fake. They were made by magic and were not recognized by Gringotts.

"Hey, Mike, go grab them. Although this thing will disappear after a while, it is also a symbol of luck."

Fudge grabbed a handful of gold coins and sat back in his seat panting and said to Mike.

He obviously knew what these gold coins were, but he still went to grab them.

This is not to say that he was greedy for money. In fact, although the leprechaun's gold coins could not be used as gold galleons, they did have beautiful meanings.

But Mike was unmoved and just smiled and shook his head.

He was not a British in his previous life and did not believe this.