Chapter 271 At the Quidditch World Cup

"Is that guy going to be okay? I mean, it's the third time he's been 'forgotten' today, isn't it?"

Penello asked worriedly as he held Mike's arm.

Dick hurriedly came over after hearing this. He had done this kind of job of receiving distinguished guests not once or twice, so he was very experienced in dealing with distinguished guests like Penello who were sympathetic to Muggles.

"Please rest assured that our staff are all professionals. They will never let that Muggle come to harm in the slightest."

Mike nodded noncommittally and continued moving forward with Penello.

In his opinion, the Dick in front of him was completely lying. Frequent use of the Oblivion Curse on the same object would cause memory confusion and even a significant decline in memory. Even the first-year students at Hogwarts knew this. He didn't think those Ministry of Magic staff had the ability to eliminate the aftereffects.

It would be possible to switch to Lockhart, a master of the Forgetting Curse.

But he wasn't going to bother with the Muggle either.

After all, the secrets of the supernatural world must not be revealed. If the staff are not allowed to erase the memory of the Muggle hunter, then the only option left is to kill and silence him.

Penello's thoughts were different from Mike's, perhaps because she was born a Muggle. She was obviously very concerned about the Muggle hunter just now.

But there was no way, Mike obviously had no intention of intervening in this matter, so as a 'sensible' girl she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

Under the leadership of Dick, Mike and Penello soon arrived at a camping area full of tents.

This area covers a large area, and although the ground looks like grass, it still has the texture of wooden boards when you step on it, and it must have been reinforced by the transformation technique.

Moreover, the tents here are very sparsely arranged, and the appearance of each tent is very exquisite. The snow-white silk is dotted with many golden patterns, and the door curtain is even embroidered with the logo of the Ministry of Magic with various colored silk threads.

The distance between the tents can be said to be just right. It will not make it too difficult for people in each tent to visit each other, and it will not make people feel that their privacy will be invaded.

The central location of the camp is also equipped with many items that guests may use, such as barbecue grills, wine barrels, deck chairs, parasols, etc. The service is perfect.

What surprised Mike and Penello the most was the structure inside the tent.

According to Dick's introduction, countless invisible expansion spells have been cast inside these tents in order to expand the space inside to the extreme.

The spaces opened up became the canvas for the top wizard architects in the UK.

This led to Mike being stunned by the luxurious decorations that appeared in front of him when he entered the tent that looked not much bigger than an ordinary tent. He almost thought he was in a European-style castle.

Dick looked at Mike, who was in a daze, and couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Of course, this was not a sarcastic smile. He did not mean to mock Mike as a country bumpkin who had just moved into the city. He knew very well that the guests who were qualified to stay here would not lack such luxurious accommodation. Even if there were looks of shock on their faces, it was just because the level of accommodation provided by the tournament far exceeded their expectations.

This is the best compliment to those who work hard.

But he also knew that it was best not to laugh at this moment. After all, the distinguished guests would most likely think that he was laughing at them.

It’s just that I really can’t help it!

Mike glanced strangely at Dick, who was holding back his laughter until his face was distorted, and said directly to Penello:

"It's still early before the game starts, why don't you go for a walk and visit our friends."

"OK."

Perhaps women are born to like shopping. When Mike proposed to take Penello shopping, Penello, who was still a little depressed because of the Muggle hunter before, immediately became excited. With a flick of the wand, Penelo moved her feet. The Gauguin shoes he wore turned into a pair of women's sandals that could also match his evening dress.

"let's go!"

Seeing Penello's impatient look, Dick wisely opened the tent door for the two of them. After they all went out, he informed them of the locations of other gathering places and the opening time of the competition.

After saying that, he silently stepped aside and lowered his head to send Mike and Penello off respectfully.

“The service here is really attentive.”

After walking a long way, Penello looked back and sighed when he saw Dick still standing there watching them.

Mike smiled coldly and said nothing.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of service. After all, it cost one hundred thousand gold galleons.

The two of them strolled slowly and soon arrived at the general-ticket camping area.

Different from the VIP area, the roads here are very ordinary mud and stone roads, and the distance between the tents is also very close, giving people a crowded feeling. Mike estimates that the interiors of the tents with different shapes are also very similar. It's very crude, at least not as good as theirs.

However, being crowded also has its advantages. At least this place is much more lively than the VIP area.

People came and went on the spacious stone road, and people of all skin colors and body shapes were communicating friendly with each other.

In addition, there are many people here pushing small carts selling Quidditch World Cup souvenirs. Although they sell the crude gadgets at a very high price, the carts are still surrounded by people. Got people.

The sharp-eyed Penello seemed to have discovered something and poked Mike with his elbow.

Mike, who was observing a beautiful purple tent, immediately followed her gaze and saw that the Weasley family, Harry and others were also crowding in front of a trolley to pick out souvenirs.

"Hey! Harry, what a coincidence!"

Suddenly hearing Mike's voice, Harry in the crowd suddenly raised his head and looked around for a long time before he saw Mike not far away.

"Mike..."

Harry stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and the smile on his face froze because he saw Penelo holding Mike's arm next to him.

Harry could swear that this was definitely the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Merlin's beard! Penello-senpai is pretty enough when she usually wears school uniform, but I didn’t expect that she would be so pretty after putting on an evening dress and getting dressed up!

Harry's abnormality immediately attracted the attention of others. Ron turned around in confusion and immediately showed a Piggy image like Harry.

Hermione pouted again when she saw this. She stamped her feet angrily and then seemed to think of something. She turned around suddenly, turned her back to Mike and began to smooth her hair with her hands, as if she wanted to make it messy. Smooth out your hair.

Compared with the two of them, Mr. Weasley, George, and Fred's reactions were much better. They were only stunned for a moment before recovering.

"Mike, Penello! Oh! We are so stupid, we should have thought that you would come too!"

"That's right!"

George and Fred excitedly rushed forward and gave Mike and Penello a hug.

They hugged Mike very hard, as if they wanted to squeeze Mike into his body, but they were cautious when hugging Penello. They only gave him a weak hug and then quickly separated.

Mike could tell that the two of them were still a little stressed when facing Penelo, who was so beautiful today.

Afterwards, Mike said hello to Mr. Weasley and Harry, and then came to the car.

At this time, Hermione could no longer pretend not to see Mike. She roughly brushed her hair twice at the end, then turned around and gave Mike an awkward smile.

It can be seen from Hermione's face as red as a peach that Hermione is desperate at this moment. Her hair like a lion's mane has not become neat because of the hurried combing she just did. Submissive, on the contrary, it seems a little more chaotic.

"Hello, Mike."

Hermione's voice could be described as light as a mosquito, and although she was speaking to the microphone, her eyes kept drifting towards Penello.

Obviously he cares a lot about Penello's existence.

Naturally, Hermione's little moves couldn't be hidden from Penello, and she also knew that the reason why Hermione was so abnormal today was entirely because she felt ashamed after seeing herself.

Then, out of a woman's instinctive competitiveness, Penello held Mike's arm tighter.

Hermione almost gritted her teeth when she saw this. Unfortunately, Mike didn't notice the silent war between the two women around him. His attention had long been attracted by the trolley.

The things on the trolley are actually nothing special. They are all low-cost magic gadgets, such as panoramic telescopes with video recording functions, various weird badges, and figures of some well-known football stars. some type of.

Of course it wasn't these things that attracted Mike's attention, but various objects with the Los Santos Company emblem printed on them, a miniature of the city.

There are all kinds of these things, from the basic Dolphin Magic Drink to the company's latest research and development of small fans that can spray airflow at different temperatures according to the user's wishes. Much better than other things.

"How are the sales of these things?" Mike asked, pointing to the pile of things with the big logo of the Los Santos Company.

"Pretty good."

The busy stall owner answered Mike's question concisely, and Mike nodded with satisfaction.

Mike has already delegated full authority over the sponsorship of the Quidditch World Cup to the promotion staff below, and these people have obviously copied the practices of the Muggle society. Judging from what Mike has seen so far, in doing so The effect seems to be pretty good.

"Children, the time is almost up, let's go."

Mr. Weasley said excitedly.

The little guys who had not seen each other for a long time finally stopped and followed Mr. Weasley closely like a duckling following its mother duck out for a walk, heading towards the arena.

Mike also withdrew his thoughts and set off chatting and laughing with Penelo.

Harry and others were carrying many things in their hands, which they had just bought from the stall owner.

Everyone mixed in with the large army and walked into the woods along a road illuminated by lanterns.

As they moved forward, the cheers, shouts, and intermittent singing from the other side of the stadium gradually began to penetrate their ears.

It seems that those who entered the market early are already very high.

Mike came to this conclusion.

This enthusiasm is contagious.

Let’s use an analogy.

Many sports competitions and activities that are not very popular will recruit people to make up for the number of people in order to prevent the event from being too deserted, and you have been roped in to make up the number of people for an inexplicable sports game.

Maybe you are not very interested in the competition in the audience, but as long as there are enough people around and the atmosphere is sufficient, you will easily become excited and cheer along with you.

The people around Mike are thinking about the situation above. The only difference between the two is that these people really love Quidditch, and in order to watch this game, they do not hesitate to spend a lot of money or even travel thousands of miles across the country to come here. .

Therefore, they enter the state faster, and their behavior after entering the state is more crazy.

Mike felt that everyone around him was blushing, and the crowd would even let out excited screams from time to time.

This fanatical emotion was so strong that it took Mike and the others only twenty minutes to walk the distance from the camping area to the competition venue, which usually took more than half an hour.

And as soon as they walked out of the woods, a spectacular stadium comparable to the Rose Bowl Stadium in the previous life appeared in front of everyone.

Most of the wizards present had never seen such a spectacular building in their lives. They all looked up at this huge building with their mouths wide open like country bumpkins.

To be honest, from the beginning, Mike felt that the wizards around him looked like beggars who had just returned from begging. This was largely because these people were wearing very weird and strange clothes. One of them even wore a colorful feather blanket. , which makes him look like a courting parrot.

But now, this sense of déjà vu among the army of beggars is even stronger.

Mike shook his head, pulled Penello and quickly left this strange team.

"VIP tickets! Merlin! Why did you come in through this entrance? You should have entered the stadium through the exclusive VIP passage on the east side!"

The person who checked Mike's tickets was a girl with many freckles on her face. When she repeatedly checked Mike and Penello's tickets and confirmed that they were not forged, she went crazy.

Ignoring the other spectators who were still waiting to check in, she left her job and personally guided Mike towards the arena.

This kind of irresponsible behavior naturally caused dissatisfaction among others.

Unfortunately, the Aurors standing nearby were not just decorations. When the wands they raised began to flash with a dazzling red light, the few who protested immediately fell silent.

Harry, Weasley and others were stunned as they stared at Mike who was gradually going away, somewhat at a loss.