Chapter 473: Quidditch World Cup


    “Oh my God, with the Omniocrs we can clearly see the situation inside the stadium. Wish I hadn’t bought this now,” said Ron, gesturing at his dancing shamrock hat and gazing longingly at the Omniocrs.


    “Give me four pairs,” said Harry firmly to the wizard.


    “Don’t, Harry! Don’t bother,” said Ron, going red.


    He had always been touchy to this kind of thing and didn’t want to spend Harry’s money.


    Although he knew that Harry had inherited a small fortune from his parents and was much richer than he was, it really hurt his self-esteem.


    Whenever Evan or Harry did this, it made him feel bad, very embarrassed.


    Especially when he just heard the price that the saleswizard said, the pair of Omniocrs would cost ten Gold Galleons!


    “Take it! You won’t be getting anything for Christmas!” Harry said to him with a smile, thrusting Omniocrs into Ron’s hand, “For about ten years, mind!”


    “Fair enough!” Ron grinned and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since it was a Christmas present, he could take the Omniocrs with ease of mind.


    When Harry walked to the back of the team with Omniocrs ready to give them to Evan and Hermione, the two of them were studying apetition note.


    Hermione thought it was necessary to buy it to help them quickly understand what was going to happen.


    “Thank you, Harry!” Hermione took the Omniocrs. “I see it says here that there is a mascot performance before thepetition starts.”


    “That’s right, we can see better with Omniocrs.”


    “No need to use Omniocrs, I know a magic that can make everyone see very clearly!” Evan said, “It’s very convenient, it’s more convenient than using them, and the horizon is more open.”


    “That sounds interesting. Please teach me, Evan!” Harry said quickly.


    “Hold on, you can’t do this. Underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside school. It’s forbidden.” Hermione raised her head and looked at Evan suspiciously. “You certainly won’t use it, will you?!”


    “Yes!” Evan replied quickly.


    He turned his head and saw that Harry was secretly making a face to him: Don’t mess with Hermione when ites to obeying the rules.


    After years of contact, everyone had bepletely ustomed to it.


    More than half an hourter, after each of them had bought a lot of souvenirs, they set off again for the Quidditch field.


    Mr. Weasley was in the lead carrying and Irish g.


    Sirius gave everyone a green rosette, as they all supported the Irish team.


    He, in fact, seemed to be the most enthusiastic member of the team.


    Sirius, Fred and George excitedly discussed some topics andughed from time to time.


    The effects of the past 13 years of imprisonment in Azkaban were gradually being shaken off him.


    In recent days, it had been harder and harder to see the old dull and mncholic look on his face.


    Time seemed to have reversed on him, and affection and happiness were creeping magically into his heart.


    With the recovery of physical condition, Sirius gradually returned to the handsome and popr look of his youth.


    Evan, who knew about the past, knew that Sirius was very popr when he was young.


    In school, many girls liked him secretly, just like Evan now.


    Although the future was full of ups and downs, this moment he watched Harry and Sirius and everyone’s cheerful figure, as well as the beautiful smile on Hermione’s face, Evan felt an unprecedented peace of mind.


    No matter what the difficulties he had, he was confident that he could ovee them.


    He had changed the future, and it would continue to change and make up for all the regrets.


    In the distance, a deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods.


    Thousands of green and rednterns zed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the field.


    Hurrying into the wood, following thentern-lit trail, they could hear the sounds of thousands of people moving around them.


    Evan heard shouts,ughter, and snatches of singing.


    The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious, and soon, each of them couldn’t help grinning.


    They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, talking and joking loudly, until atst they emerged on the other side.


    Then, they found themselves in the shadow of a gigantic stadium.


    Even looking at it from a distance, only a fraction of the immense gold walls surrounding the field could be seen.


    Judging from the size of the area, it was no problem to install tenrge stands inside.


    This was too spectacr. The Ministry of Magic, which had always paid attention to secrecy, had really made an unexpected grand scene.


    “A hundred thousand seats,” Mr. Weasley proudly exined to everyone, “The Ministry of Magic hired 500 staff members to work on it for a whole year, day and night, before the final construction waspleted.”


    This was absolutely a near miraculous feat indeed.


    Although there was no machinery, wizards could do many things that Muggles were doomed to fail to do if they wished.


    The only regret was that such scenes were too few in the wizarding world.


    “Look, there are Muggle Repelling Charms on every inch of it. During this year, every time Muggles have got anywhere near here, they’ve suddenly remembered urgent appointments, and had to dash away again. May God bless them.” said Mr. Weasley.


    He and Sirius led the way toward the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by a swarm of shouting witches and wizards.


    “Prime seats!” said the Ministry witch at the entrance when she checked their tickets. “Top Box! Straight upstairs, Arthur, and as high as you can go. It’s the best ce”


    The stairs into the stadium were carpeted in rich purple.


    They mbered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through doors into the stands on both sides.


    Evan looked down all the way and felt that his eyes were running short.


    There were so many wizards here, too many people were shouting,ughing, and writhing wildly.


    He did not see ine and Gabrielle, and did not know where the two girls were.


    Evan followed Harry up the stairs and climbed to the top of the magnificent building.


    Ten minutester, he found himself in a small box.


    This was the highest stand in the stadium, facing the golden goal posts.


    Inside the box, there were about twenty purple-and-gilt chairs divided into two rows.


    They sat in the front row and looked down upon a scene the likes of which they could never have imagined.


    A hundred thousand witches and wizards were taking their ces in the seats, which rose in levels around the long oval field.


    Everything here was suffused with a mysterious golden light, which seemed toe from the stadium itself.


    The field looked smooth as velvet from their lofty position.


    At either end of the field stood three goal hoops, fifty feet high.


    Evan had never seen such a goal before. It was particrly awe-inspiring!”