Chapter 257 People Watching the Game
Leah's seat was the three seats that Fudge had squeezed out in the first row. She sat down, with Quasi and Nayla on her right, the Weasley twins on her left, and the Malfoys diagonally behind her.
"How is Della?" As soon as Leah sat down, Draco grabbed the back of the purple chair and leaned over to ask anxiously.
"Are you trying to confirm whether you've been dumped, Malfoy?" the twins, with the Irish flag painted on their left and right cheeks, said in unison.
"Draco?" Leah looked closely at the boy with a pointy chin in front of her and accurately read his panic.
"You know my name?" Draco ignored his twins' mockery. His eyes lit up and hope rose in his heart. "Della must have mentioned me to you!"
"You are her boyfriend. Della has of course mentioned you to me. She misses you too." Leah changed the subject after catching a glimpse of Lucius Malfoy's secretly thankful gaze. "But Mr. Riddle doesn't like someone who falls in love with his underage sister too early."
"!" Lucius opened his eyes slightly, frowned and began to think.
"What—" Draco seemed not to understand this sentence. His whole face wrinkled and made a weird expression. "I am with Della. What does it have to do with that...brother?"
"Family opinions are very important," Leah guessed Maggie's attitude and secretly poured cold water on Draco. In view of Della's obvious hesitation, she didn't dare to pour too much cold water on him, so she added, "Of course, it mainly depends on Della. Mr. Riddle respects his sister's choice."
At least Della has never stopped giving him gifts.
Draco comforted himself and asked the woman in front of him hesitantly, "Well, did Della say when she could meet me?"
"Young sir," Leah raised her head and glanced down at Draco, "I'm not here to pass on a message to you."
As soon as these words came out, all the people who were secretly paying attention to this side, including Draco, were shocked by Leah's arrogant and unfriendly attitude. Not only were there no wizards in Country Y who took advantage of Riddle's popularity, but even Miss Riddle's boyfriend could not get any respect beyond three sentences. It was simply unimaginable how ruthlessly the descendant of the Dark Lord would treat her homeland.
"I...I..." Draco stuttered. His arrogance was only effective in front of weak people who would not hurt him. But now, facing a muscular woman full of murderous aura, he could not use it at all.
"Draco!" Narcissa hugged her trembling son into her arms with a distressed look. She looked into Leah's fierce brown eyes without fear, and raised her neck as usual. "Your attitude in delivering the message is not polite at all. This will ruin your image."
Leah stared at Narcissa and slowly smiled, "My bad, ma'am, please forgive me. You are such a good mother."
Narcissa frowned, she turned her head away, no longer paying attention to Leah, and focused on comforting her heartbroken son.
"So handsome, miss." Fred took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Leah, the paint on his left cheek lightening and darkening as his expression changed.
"Do you think there's something special about you that would make me give you a good face?" Leah looked past Fred, who had a clear outline and a straight nose beside him, and looked at the row of faces on his left that she had seen in the morning, all of which now had complicated expressions.
"Because I am a humorous person." Fred, who had been used to being lawless since childhood, was not afraid of Leah's oppressive gaze at all. He said confidently.
"Funny kid?" Leah asked back, suppressing George's words "We are the ones who are funny" in her throat.
"I'm an ambitious young man who is actively developing my career!" This was the first time Fred couldn't stand hearing the word "brat", even though he had used this word many times to other people.
"So," Leah stretched out her hand in front of Quasi, and Quasi took out a bottle of wine out of thin air and placed it in Leah's bony hand. She handed the bottle of wine to Fred, "Are you old enough that a good mother would ignore you if you drink?"
"Of course!" Fred took it. He just pulled out the cork and blew into the bottle when he heard Mrs. Weasley's high-pitched scream.
"Fred! How old are you and you want to be an alcoholic!" Molly came over aggressively, took the wine from Fred's hand and gave it back to Leah without resistance, and admonished her as she handed it to her, "Young people should not drink too much!"
Leah took the bottle, and took the cork from Fred, who was coughing from the spicy wine, sealed it, and put it back into Molly's hand. "This is for you, ma'am. You can add this to your tea."
"Besides, I'm 22, an adult who can legally drink, ma'am." Leah's eyes fell on Fred, whose face was already red, and she didn't say anything more, but the label of 'brat' seemed to be stuck on Fred. Anyway, his twin brother laughed at him without hesitation.
Hermione, who was on the further left, was much more perceptive than Harry, who was also from the Muggle world. She noticed that Leah used the term "legal drinking", which was not something that people who often stayed in the wizarding world would pay attention to.
"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"
Ludo Bagman, the big-bellied, flat-nosed director of the Sports Department, announced the start of the competition with a loud magic. Amid the thunderous sound, Hermione watched Leah take out another bottle of wine and drink it slowly. She thought about Leah's possible identity, Della's inclination after all the possibilities, and whether her former good friend could still be the same as before.
And at this event attended by 100,000 spectators, there were not only those who participated or intended to participate in the struggle over Riddle.
Zhou Yushi tore Tang Yun, who had already jumped over the wall of the box because of the veela, down and threw him to the ground of their second-class small box on the middle floor. He gave his good cousin a slap on the shoulder and said, "Don't you have this much self-control? Carry Tai Shang Qing Xin on your back!"
"I think beating is the most effective," said a woman lying on a red chair inlaid with gold behind the two men. She had a beautiful face and black hair tied up simply with a jade hairpin. A piece of white satin covered her left eye from the back. "When will Xiao Yun be able to recite Tai Shang Qing Xin?"
"Sister Xueji!" Tang Yu wailed, holding his head and sitting back in the chair with grievance. He really couldn't recite classical Chinese very well, but when he saw the silver-haired beauties outside, he was still excited. Fearing that he would be beaten again, he turned to recite the physics formulas.
"Sister, did you see it just now?" Zhou Yushi also sat down. He looked at his blood cousin and raised his neck upwards.
"Quidditch? Haven't we started yet?" Tang Xueji said with one eye half open, "But I think it won't be as interesting as Cuju."
"..." Zhou Yushi, who had played Quidditch for several years, was silent for a moment, "I mean Della Riddle above and her brother who just appeared."
"Oh, they are lucky, but they would be annihilated in China," Tang Xueji looked up at the field where gold coins were beginning to rain down, and grabbed a piece from the air to play with it. "The West is really crazy. They actually teamed up to support something that goes against the laws of nature."
"Because they are Fasis?" Zhou Yushi asked tentatively, but he felt that Tang Xueji meant more than that.
"Because they are the living dead." When Tang Xueji turned her head to look at Zhou Yu, the gold coins in her hand, which were supposed to disappear after two hours, instantly disappeared.