The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

Since Ludo Bagman also arranged the tickets, the box for Ye Ting and the Weasley family was next door.

Mr. Weasley led the way. Everyone clutched their purchases and walked quickly into the woods along the path illuminated by lanterns.

They could hear hundreds of people moving around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing. This kind of fanatical excitement is very contagious, and even Percy Weasley couldn't help but smile from ear to ear when Ye Ting heard it.

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, talking and laughing loudly, and finally emerged from the other side of the woods, where they found themselves in the shadow of a huge amount of gymnasium.

Looking around, you can only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the stadium, but it is obvious that it is almost bigger than the future Bird's Nest.

"It can accommodate 100,000 spectators." Mr. Weasley said when he saw the shocked expressions on their faces.

"Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for a whole year. Every inch of this place has been cast with Muggle-repelling spells. During this year, every time Muggles approach this place, they will suddenly think of urgent things and rush Go away...and God bless them."

After a while, they crowded into the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by many shouting necromancers.

"First class tickets." The female necromancer at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Top box! Go all the way upstairs to the top."

The stairs leading to the gymnasium are covered with burgundy carpet. They climbed up the stairs with the crowd, and finally reached the top of the stairs.

They came to a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goal post. There are about twenty purple and gold-plated chairs, divided into two rows. But there are only three people in Ye Ting's place, and it seems that Bagh District has worked hard to get Ye Ting's forgiveness.

But the situation next door was obviously not like this. Some more people came in one after another in the box where the Ron family and Harry were sitting. Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people. At first glance, these people were big necromancers with great status. Percy stood up hurriedly again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in thorns.

When Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge himself arrived, Percy bowed too low and his glasses fell to the ground, shattering. He was so embarrassed that he repaired the lens with his wand, and then sat in his seat blankly. When Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend, Percy shot Harry a jealous look.

Fudge held Harry's hand in a fatherly manner, greeted him, and introduced him to the necromancer sitting next to him.

"Harry Potter, you know," he shouted to Bulgaria's Minister of Magic - a man wearing gorgeous black velvet robes trimmed with gold who looked like he didn't understand a word of English.

"Harry Potter...oh, think about it, you should know who he is...the boy who narrowly escaped death at the hands of the mysterious man...you must know him Who is it?"

The Bulgarian necromancer suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead, and immediately pointed at it excitedly, mumbling a series of words loudly.

"This idiot Fudge wants to use Harry Potter to expand his influence. It seems that he has gone crazy." Ye Ting explained to the curious Hermione and Penello

"And, apparently, Bulgaria's Minister of Magic speaks English."

"Then, why is he pretending that he doesn't know how?" Hermione asked strangely.

"He probably thought it was fun to ask Fudge to show off." Ye Ting shrugged with a smile.

As if he heard what he said, Fuji glanced and saw Ye Ting sitting in the adjacent box.

Ye Ting smiled coldly at him, and he immediately turned his head away as if he had been stung by a scorpion, looking angry and scared.

One hundred thousand necromancers are taking their seats one after another. Those seats surround the oval stadium and are arranged upwards in a ladder shape. Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seems to come from the gymnasium originally. From their vantage point, the field looked as smooth as velvet.

There are three pitching hoops erected on both sides of the field, fifty feet high; to the right of them, almost parallel to Ye Ting's line of sight, is a huge amount of blackboard, with golden words flashing on it. It was as if an invisible giant hand was writing words on the blackboard and then erasing them.

Those flashing words are advertisements for the spectators in the stadium.

Then Lou Bagge rushed into the next box.

“Is everyone ready?” he said, his round face shining like a huge amount of spherical cheese. “Minister—can we begin?”

"Start as you say, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Ludo drew his wand and pointed it at his throat.

"The sound is loud!"

Then his words were like thunder, resounding throughout the packed stadium. His voice echoed above their heads and carried loudly to every corner of the stands.

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

The audience burst into cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, and the scene was really lively.

On the blackboard across from them, the last line advertising (Bibi's All-Flavour Beans - Every bite is an adventure!) has been erased and now reads: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

Okay, without further ado, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stands was a neat bright red square formation, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

Many people leaned out from their seats and saw a hundred Veela sliding towards the arena. The skin of these beautiful women was as bright and soft as the moon, and their hair was flying behind their heads even if there was no wind.

The music started playing and the Veela started dancing. Ye Ting felt a seductive consciousness invading his spirit, but the next moment he woke up and stood up.

He looked around, and everyone was fascinated by the Veela. The women were in good condition, but the men's postures looked unsightly.

Ye Ting looked to the side. Among the people he knew, Harry Potter was standing there with one leg on the wall of the box; Ron made a gesture as if he was about to dive from the springboard and stayed there motionless; George and Fred had hugged each other passionately and looked like they were about to kiss; Percy followed the Veela in a funny posture and danced a strange dance.

Mr. Weasley, Black and Lupine didn't react at all. It seemed that they had cast some kind of magic on themselves (Zhao's) in advance.

"They...what's wrong with them?" Penello squeezed Ye Ting's hand and asked nervously. He thought these people were crazy.

"This is a Veela, a female elf that can shapeshift," Miss Know-It-All still knew everything. "When they turned into humans, they were beautiful young women, wearing tulle and dancing under the moonlight on a midsummer night. Obsessed Their men will forget everything in the world, and will not eat, drink, or sleep. If the unfortunate person joins the Veela when they dance, they can only dance non-stop until they finally die of exhaustion.

Somehow, Ye Ting remembered the mixed-race Veela lady, Fleur Delacour, whom he met at the necromancer chess game, and her proficient charm magic. He remembered that in the original book, the Delacour sisters also came to watch. I won this final, but I don’t know if I can meet them.

Chapter 215: Let’s wait for tomorrow. The review will be off work in the evening.