HP Star Shining

"Too gloomy?" Ron rolled his eyes. "Who cares? He's amazing! And he's so young, only about eighteen. He's a genius. You'll see it tonight."

Su Xingchen chuckled inwardly, wondering if Ron would regret it in the future.

Wait! Tonight? So the Death Eaters are rioting today? I thought we could actually camp for the night.

The heaviness that Su Xingchen had just condensed was quickly dissipated, and the two men walked past the four people arguing fiercely.

One of them was quite old, wearing a long floral pajamas, while the other, who was clearly from the Ministry of Magic, was holding a pair of pinstripe trousers and looked like he was about to cry.

"Just be kind and wear it, Archie. You can't walk around in this, the Muggle gatekeeper is getting suspicious."

"My clothes are also for Muggles," the old wizard said stubbornly, "I bought them in a Muggle shop!"

"Muggle women wear it, Archie. Men don't wear it. Men wear this." The staff member waved the pants in his hand.

"I won't wear them!" said Archie in a huff. "I'd rather have a wholesome breeze on my bottom."

Hermione almost burst out laughing. She saw Xingchen was also pursing her lips tightly. She couldn't help it, so she pulled Su Xingchen and ran out. They didn't come back until a long time later.

On the way back, the four met more familiar faces, Oliver Wood, Ernie MacMillan and Qiu Zhang, who waved and smiled at Harry.

Why was he so sure he was greeting Harry? Because strictly speaking, the other three people didn't know Qiu Zhang.

The similar appearance and body shape always made Su Xingchen forget that Qiu was actually Ravenclaw's Seeker. She looked at Harry teasingly when he accidentally spilled the water he had just filled after seeing Qiu. Thinking of how Ginny later joined the Gryffindor team, it seemed that her eldest son liked girls like American cheerleaders.

As dusk fell, an emotion called excitement filled the entire camp like a visible cloud, and even the air seemed to be trembling with anticipation.

As night fell like dusk upon the thousands of eagerly waiting wizards, the last traces of disguise vanished.

The Ministry of Magic seemed to have given up, allowing obvious traces of magic to appear everywhere.

Every few steps, vendors would apparate from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts filled with all kinds of strange and bizarre gadgets.

Illuminated rosettes – green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria – screamed out the players' names.

Ireland's green tall hat, adorned with shamrocks, dances in the wind. Bulgaria's sash features a lion that roars. The flags of both countries wave to the sound of their respective national anthems. There are also miniature statues of players that move around.

This is such a lively event! It makes people forget their worries for a while.

Su Xingchen looked around happily and leisurely. From the perspective of a wizard, she was indeed a country bumpkin.

"I saved my pocket money all summer just for this," Ron said as he bought souvenirs. He bought a green Irish dancing hat, a green rose-shaped badge, and of course he also bought a small statue of Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

Su Xingchen picked up the little figure Ron bought with curiosity, and watched the little figure moving around in his hand with sparkling eyes. He also frowned and stared at the green badge on Ron's chest.

This was apparently the same Christmas present she had given Harry for the first time, except that it was a custom figure and had a stadium model as well.

If you look at it this way, then puppets can also...

The thought just came up and then was dismissed. After all, it is still different.

"Look at these!" Harry rushed over to a small cart piled high with what looked like binoculars, only with odd-looking rotating knobs and dials.

"Panopticon," the vendor enthusiastically offered. "You can replay footage, in slow motion, and it'll flash up match analysis. Eleven Galleons each."

Su Xingchen returned the figurine to Ron, then walked over to the cart with interest and picked up the telescope, which was clearly prepared for sports-weary people like her. Listening to the vendor's words, there was a sudden sense of cyber wizardry. What was going on?

Harry looked over, "Xingchen, this way you can see the game clearly."

That makes sense, but please don't say it in public, okay? She'd have to save face if people heard she didn't understand the game at the World Cup.

"I wish I hadn't bought this." Ron glanced at the trefoil hat on his head and looked at the panoramic telescope with envy.

"Four," Harry told the vendor without hesitation.

"No, don't bother." Ron blushed. He knew Harry had an inheritance and was much richer than him.

In fact, he is a little sensitive about this matter.

Su Xingchen accepted Harry's gift calmly and tried the telescope directly. She knew that if she had to pay for it herself, Ron would be even more sensitive.

"There are no presents for Christmas this year." Harry patted Ron's shoulder and stuffed the telescope into his and Hermione's arms. "There are no presents for the next ten years."

"Perfectly reasonable." Ron said, no longer awkward, but grinning.

They returned to the tent, where Charlie, Bill, and Percy also arrived.

At this moment, a low and deep gong sound came from somewhere in the distance of the woods. Almost immediately, thousands of red, green and yellow lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating a path leading to the stadium.

"It's time." Mr. Weasley said excitedly, "Hurry up, let's go!"

"First class," said the witch at the entrance. "Top box, straight up, Arthur."

Su Xingchen had already prepared herself mentally to climb the stairs, because she remembered that Mr. Malfoy had mocked the Weasley family, saying, "They are the first to know when it rains."

But I didn’t meet Draco and Mr. Malfoy on the way. Is that strange?

Mr. Weasley led them to the top of the stairs, where they found themselves in a small box with about twenty purple and gilded chairs arranged in two rows.

The box is at the highest point of the stadium and faces the golden goal.

This location is more than just good, it's excellent!

Su Xingchen looked down and saw 100,000 wizards entering the oval stadium one after another. She was a little skeptical. Could ordinary tickets have such a good view?

After they sat down, people came into the box one after another.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people. Those people were obviously wizards of high status, as could be seen from the fact that Percy hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully again and again.