Chapter 314: Night falls, wizard feast
After wandering around the campsite for a while, it was already getting late.
They said goodbye to each other, went back to their respective tents, rearranged their clothes, and prepared to go watch the game.
After Amanta, Draco and Harry tidied themselves up, they set off with Lucius and Narcissa towards the World Cup venue.
As the sun sets, dusk shrouds the Quidditch World Cup camp. The World Cup final is about to begin, and the atmosphere around is becoming more and more heated.
At some point, the sky not far away lit up, and clusters of fireworks exploded in the air, transforming into giant thieves, Firebolt brooms, and even the shapes of the badges of the two teams in the game, flashing brilliantly in the sky.
Amanta walked in the crowded corridor, looking at the bustling wizards around her. Her ears were filled with conversations and cheers in different accents and languages, and a surge of blood rushed into her heart.
Flags, slogans, and banners of various colors were flying in the air, and everyone was talking excitedly about tonight's matchup.
"Ireland will definitely win!" a wizard waved a green flag excitedly, "Their Chasers are much faster than Bulgaria!"
"Don't be silly, Krum is a rare genius in a century!" Another Bulgarian supporter snorted, wearing a bright red cloak, "With Krum here, Bulgaria will win!"
Amanta smiled and caught a glimpse of Harry excitedly rummaging in his pocket for his Ireland team badge.
"How could I forget this! My precious team badge - Ireland must win!"
Draco walked aside with his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant.
"Aren't you going to wear it?" Amanta tilted her head to look at Draco, her eyes slightly teasing, "Didn't you also buy the Irish team badge?"
Draco was stunned, then he awkwardly but quickly took out the badge from his pocket and pinned it on his chest.
"Don't think too much about it, it's just because green suits me better." He said seriously.
"Oh? Then why is it the Irish team emblem, and not Slytherin or Malfoy?" Harry immediately responded with a sly smile.
"Shut up, Harry." Draco glared at him, but a suspicious red appeared on the tips of his ears.
As she passed the open-air auditorium, Amanta caught a glimpse of the Weasley family.
Mrs. Weasley was sorting out clothes for Fred and George, while Mr. Weasley was chatting with some of his colleagues at the Ministry.
Ron stood in the middle, looking at them with a strange expression.
"Hey, Malfoy." Ron glanced at Draco, Amanta, and Harry, then looked at the VIP channel they were about to enter, and said with a hint of sourness, "You really are enjoying the life of a rich man."
"Oh, yes." Harry noticed him only then and waved his hand in a pretentious manner. "The atmosphere of rich people's lives is really... well, great!"
Draco's eyebrows jumped, he glanced at Harry, then looked coldly at Ron.
"Harry, you're being too grandiose - but it's better than some of the poor bastards huddled down there who can only see the contestants' butts."
Ron's face flushed red: "You--!"
"Okay, Draco." Lucius frowned and patted Draco on the shoulder, "Mind your manners."
He glanced around with dignity but caution, and landed on his colleagues in the Ministry of Magic.
Seeing that they noticed this side, he nodded to them.
Draco curled his lips and finally said nothing, while Ron was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. For the sake of several members of the Ministry of Magic, he sat back.
Amanta did not comment on this boring argument and followed Lucius into the box.
Their seats were in the top box specially arranged by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge——
It overlooks the entire stadium from a high place, with an excellent view.
The luxury of the top floor box was beyond anyone's imagination.
The soft velvet seats were arranged in an orderly manner, the tables were filled with a variety of desserts and magic drinks, and there were even floating lighting balls overhead that slowly rotated, emitting a warm and soft light.
Fudge was in the box next to them. When he saw them coming, he immediately sent away the two staff members next to him and walked over with a glass of bright red drink.
"Lucius, it's great to see you! Why did you come so late? We met in such a rush yesterday. Oh, please forgive me. I have been so busy these past few days. Fortunately, it is finally over... By the way, Draco, how have you been recently?"
Draco nodded, "Nothing has ever happened before. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Fudge."
Fudge's eyes swept over Amanta and Harry with a subtle scrutiny.
"The Boy-Who-Lived, sole heir of Merlin - Lucius. Your son has a good eye for friends."
Amanta nodded politely, and Harry managed a stiff smile.
"Yes." Lucius's face was calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Fudge's words seemed to be very useful to him. "Harry and Amanta are both good children, and Draco's best friends."
"Ah, I've often heard Dumbledore mention them... Of course, of course. I heard that Miss Merlin always ranks first in her grade? She even wrote a spell paper that surpassed the level of other students?"
He looked at Amanta meaningfully, then smiled and waved his hand.
"However, tonight is the Quidditch World Cup. Let's not talk about these irrelevant topics and enjoy the game first! I wish you a happy day!"
He waved his hand and left.
Amanta narrowed her eyes slightly, secretly alert.
Fudge's attitude seemed casual, but she knew that in his eyes, she and Harry were still people to be observed.