Section 1

As the afternoon passed, an excitement spread across the camp like a cloud that could be touched. At dusk, even the silent summer air seemed to be trembling in anticipation. As the night shrouded hundreds of eagerly waiting wizards like a curtain, the last trace of disguise disappeared: the Ministry of Magic seemed to succumb to the inevitable trend, no longer opposed people, allowing obvious signs of magic to emerge everywhere.

Every few steps, phantom-appearing vendors descend from the sky, holding signs, pushing carts, filled with strange things. There are glowing rose-shaped badges - green representing Ireland, red representing Bulgaria - and can also scream out the names of the team members; there are green high hats decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; there are Bulgarian belts, lions decorated on them can really roar; there are national flags of two countries, waving them can play their respective national anthems; there are small models of fire crossbows that can really fly; there are statues of famous team members for collection, those small statues can walk around your palms, with a proud look.

But at this moment, the fun around him seemed to have nothing to do with Sauron - he stood alone at the door of the tent, closed his eyes, as if listening to something on his own. The black phoenix squatted on his shoulder, and the feathers shone with a faint cold light under the night. After a long time, Sauron spread his left hand, and strands of black fire gathered in his palms. A strange demon eye appeared in the flames, embedded with a pupil like a blade. Sauron stared at the demon eye in his hand for a while, stretched out his right hand and gently brushed over the black phoenix. A piece of black feather remained silently in his hand.

Sauron pinched the black phoenix feather on his fingertips and pointed it on the burning demonic eye. In an instant, the feathers burned violently, and the black flames swelled, turning into ferocious faces, making silent wails. Sauron murmured and recited an obscure spell, then blew the feathers in his hand, blowing it into dozens of balls, dancing in the air like ghost fire, and turning into black birds - a black body like a crow, but only a strange yellow one-eye on his head.

"It's up to you now, Fubertol." Sauron gently stroked the black phoenix's feathers and said quietly: "Go, old man, find those little mice."

Fobertol whistled softly and flew up from Sauron's shoulders, and the strange black birds disappeared into the deeper night with the black phoenix.

Sauron stood there, narrowing his eyes and looking at the direction where the black phoenix disappeared. He was thinking about something. At this time, Furong's voice came from the tent: "Dear, what are you doing? Come and help, bacon is about to be fried-"

"Oh, come." Sauron replied, he took a breath, opened the door of the tent and crawled in...

Because the game started at night and I don’t know how long it would last, in order not to watch the game hungry, Sauron and the girl scrambled for dinner in a hurry in the tent. When the two of them changed their clothes and got out of the tent, the atmosphere in the camp was so lively that it was beyond replenishment. The noise of the fans almost turned the camp to the bottom, and the words "Ireland", "Bulgaria" or "Krum" could be heard faintly.

Suddenly, a deep and thick gong sound came from somewhere far away from the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, brightening the road to the stadium. In an instant, a wave of cheers seemed to be set off on the camp, and the originally chaotic crowd began to slowly move towards the defense line of the stadium.

Sauron and the girl were wearing the couple outfits she had before, holding hands, walking among the bustling crowds. The Ministry of Magic was considering safety and prohibited the appearance of phantoms in the area outside the gymnasium. So all Sauron could do was to use magic to open a small piece of space around him, so that the two people would walk more calmly in the dense crowd. Feeling the fanaticism and excitement of the crowd around him, Sauron, who had always been not very interested in sports competitions, couldn't help but mutter: "A group of brain-dead."

"Dear, what did you say?" Furong asked loudly, all around, full of shouting and laughter, and the messy music, which made it very unpleasant to even face-to-face conversations.

"I'm talking." Sauron looked at the girl with a smile on his face and said sincerely: "You look so beautiful tonight, my dear."

Walking into the woods along the passage illuminated by the lanterns, and after about twenty minutes of the flow of people, the two came out from the other side of the woods. In front of them, they could see a part of the magnificent wall of the gymnasium, which was shining with countless huge projection light sources, showing a dazzling golden color.

Sauron and Furong walked towards the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by many yelling wizards.

"First-class ticket." The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Box No. 12! Go up the stairs No. 6 and walk to the top."

The staircase leading to the top of the gymnasium was covered with purple-red carpets. The two followed the crowd and slowly entered the stands on both sides of the left and right. The two walked up and finally reached the top of the stairs. They found themselves in a small private room, located at the highest point of the gymnasium, and facing the golden goal post. Looking across the court, you can see the VIP private room with an extended rostrum. After a while, Magic Minister Connelly Forge will announce the start of the game there.

Soren looked around and saw that there were about twenty purple and gold-plated seats in the box, divided into two rows. Soren and the girl entered the front row and looked down. Even he was a little shocked. One hundred thousand wizards were sitting one after another, and the seats were arranged upwards in a stepped shape around the elliptical gymnasium. Everything here was shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the gymnasium itself. From their condescending position

Looking at it, the field looked as smooth as velvet. There were three pitching rings on both sides of the field, fifty feet tall. To their right, almost parallel to Sauron's sight, was a huge blackboard with golden words flashing on it, just like an invisible giant hand writing on the blackboard, and then wiped them away. Sauron paid attention and found that the flashing words were advertisements for the audience.

"This place is amazing, my dear." The girl said excitedly, looking at Sauron and raised her eyebrows slightly, "It seems that you have many friends in the Ministry of Magic."

Soren shrugged. There were twelve private rooms on the top floor of the stadium, with roughly the same specifications, which means that less than 300 first-class tickets were sold in this World Cup. Compared with the total number of more than 100,000 spectators, these less than 300 private tickets were definitely not considered a large number. Except for celebrities and political figures, they were basically digested by the Ministry of Magic. If it weren't for Ibikos, Soren wouldn't have been easily obtained.

"Ahh, now all we have to do is wait for the game to begin." The girl said excitedly. She took out a small telescope and looked around in front of her eyes - this was what she bought on the road just now. It can be played back at normal speed or slow motion. If needed, it can quickly flash the analysis of the game.

"Dear, are you sure you won't buy one? This thing works great..." the girl said while looking at the telescope.

"Well, I probably don't need that thing." Sauron said indifferently, narrowing his eyes and scanning the field, then staying at the VIP Room No. 1 opposite the field. Hundreds of feet away, several familiar figures were clearly visible in his slightly narrow golden pupils...

Section 2

In the No. 1 private room behind the rostrum, Harry and Weasley's family had just sat down. Harry looked around to see who else was sitting in the private room with them. There was no one in the private room yet, but there was an unexpectedly small guy sitting in the penultimate seat in the row behind them. His short calves were surrounded by a tea towel wiping the tea set, like wearing a loose robe, burying his face in his hands, and a pair of long, bat-like big ears trembled slightly.

"Is that a house elf?" Hermione asked uncertainly along Harry's gaze.

Harry nodded, and after seeing Dobby and Bono, he naturally realized that it was a house-raising elf. Harry glanced around the elf and wanted to find the elf's owner, but his vision couldn't help but stop on the seat next to the elf - it was empty, but Harry vaguely felt something there.

Hearing someone talking or feeling Harry's gaze, the little guy looked up and let go of his fingers, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes and a nose that looked like a large tomato in shape and size.

"Miss, sir, good evening." The elf whispered from his fingers, his voice was sharp, at least even sharper than Dobi and Bono, a slightly trembling and harsh voice, so Harry suspected that - although it is difficult for the housewife to distinguish between the genders - this one was probably a woman.

"My name is Shanshan, sir - sir, you-" she glanced at Harry's eyes and said nervously, but when her eyes fell on the scars on Harry's forehead, her dark brown eyes suddenly opened, like two small dishes. "You must be Harry Potter!"

"Yes." Harry nodded, not surprisingly, the elf recognized him.

"Oh, Dubby is talking about you all day long, sir!" she said, putting her hands down a little, with a very awe on her face, "Do you remember Dubby?"

"How is he doing if you know Dobi?" Harry was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this little guy knew Dobi, so he turned his attention to her and asked curiously: "Does he be used to freedom in the future?"

"Ah, sir," said Shining shook his head, "Ah, sir, say something disrespectful to you, sir, you may not be of any benefit to him."

"Why?" Harry asked in surprise, "Is there anything wrong with him?"

"Dobby's mind was thinking about freedom all day long, sir," said Shining sadly, "all unrealistic ideas, sir. He couldn't find a job, sir."

"Why can't you find a job?" Harry asked.

Shining lowered the sound by half an octave and whispered: "He wants to get paid, sir."

"Reward?" Harry asked blankly, "why—don't he be paid?"

Shanshan seemed to be frightened by this idea, and closed her fingers so that her face was blocked halfway.

"There is no reward for domestic elves to work, sir!" she whispered from behind her fingers, "No, this is not possible, no. I told Dobi, I said, find yourself a decent family and settle down, Dobi. He knew that he had fun all day long, sir, this is not suitable for a domestic elves. I said, if you play around like this, I will hear that you were arrested and punished by the Magical Beast Management and Control Department like a lowly goblin."

"But he should have some fun, too," said Harry.

"There shouldn't be fun for domestic elves, Harry Potter," said Shining his face with his hands, "There are all obedient to the master's instructions. I'm afraid of acrophobia, Harry Potter-" She glanced at the edge of the box and took a breath of air conditioning, "But my master sent me to the top box and I came, sir."

"He clearly knows that you have acrophobia, why do he send you here?" Harry asked with dissatisfaction.

"Master-Master-Master wants me to have a seat for him, Harry Potter. He is too busy," Shin-Shirt turned his head and looked at the empty seat next to her. "Shirt really hoped she would return to the master's tent, Harry Potter, but Shin-Shirt obeyed the orders, Shin-Shirt was a very obedient house elf."

She looked at the edge of the box in fear again, and quickly covered her eyes completely. Harry turned around and looked at everyone.

"That's the house elves?" Ron asked in a low voice, "What a weird guy, aren't it?"

"Douba is even more weird." Harry said with emotion, adding another sentence in his heart: "It's the little guy named Bono from the Sorens family who looks the most normal."

Now, Harry didn't care much about the seat next to the elf. As she said, she wanted to take a seat for her master. Maybe she might even have any magic she cast on it. Everyone's attention was once again transferred to the arena. Ron debugged his panoramic telescope, while Hermione looked through her velvet cover game manual with tassels.
Chapter completed!