Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 273 Veena and Gold Coins

Over the next half hour, their private room gradually filled up with people.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who were clearly high-ranking wizards.

Percy, on the other hand, kept getting up in a hurry, looking as if he were sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in thorns.

When Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

Percy was extremely embarrassed. He fixed the lens with his wand and then sat there blankly.

When Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry and Tyrell like an old friend, Percy cast a jealous glance at them.

Fudge held Harry's hand kindly like an old father, asking him about his well-being and introducing him to the wizard sitting next to him.

“Harry Potter, you know him,” Cornelius Fudge loudly told the Bulgarian Minister of Magic—

The man was wearing a magnificent black velvet robe with gold trim, and he seemed unable to understand a word of English.

“Harry Potter… Oh, think about it, you should know who he is… the boy who escaped death from the clutches of the mysterious man… You must know who he is now—” The Bulgarian wizard suddenly noticed the scar on Harry’s forehead, and immediately pointed at it excitedly, muttering a string of words loudly.

“I knew he’d get it eventually,” Fudge said wearily to Harry. “I’m not very good with languages, so I need Barty Crouch for these kinds of things. Ah, I saw his house-elf save him a seat… How thoughtful of him, those Bulgarians always try to snag the best seats… Ah, here comes Lucius!”

Tyella, Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately turned around. Squeezing into the three still empty seats in the second row behind Mr. Weasley were Dobby's former owners: Lucius Malfoy, his son Draco, and a woman, presumably Draco's mother.

“Ah, Fudge.” Malfoy extended his hand as he walked past the Minister of Magic. “Hello, I suppose you haven’t met my wife Narcissa yet? And our son Decora.”

“Hello, hello,” Fudge said, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. “Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Obransk, Mr. Obransk, the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria. It doesn’t matter, he won’t understand what I’m saying anyway. Let me see who else is here. You know Arthur Weasley, don’t you?”

Lucius Malfoy first glanced contemptuously at Arthur Weasley, then his gaze swept over Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Tyella.

When Lucius Malfoy saw Tyrell, his gaze visibly trembled, and then—

"Heh." Lucius Malfoy chuckled dismissively. "When did even this kind of thing become so—ugh!"

Lucius Malfoy had barely finished speaking when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his arm and face.

"Watch your tongue, Lucius—"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice echoed in Lucius Malfoy's mind, followed by what felt as if a pair of withered, cold hands touched his neck.

Lucius Malfoy looked at Tyella in shock—

In his vision, Tiera's face changed, sometimes appearing as a normal child's face, and sometimes as a terrifying, snake-like face.

"Um... cough cough, hello, Arthur." Lucius said honestly, and then pulled Draco Malfoy, who was looking at Tiera with a provocative expression, to a seat.

"Why has this annoying guy suddenly become so well-behaved?" Ron muttered.

Harry glanced at Tierra, but Tierra ignored him and remained seated as if nothing had happened.

Immediately afterwards, Ludobagman rushed into the box.

"Is everyone ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a giant spherical cheese. "Mr. Minister, may we begin?"

“Let’s begin, Ludo,” Fudge said kindly.

Ludobagman drew his wand, pointed to his throat, and said, "Loud voice!"

Then his words resounded like thunder throughout the packed stadium.

His voice echoed above them, resounding loudly to every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

However, the audience's reaction was far less intense than he had anticipated.

Only a few scattered cheers first came from a few places before the cheers spread throughout the entire stadium.

The audience gradually erupted in cheers and applause.

Thousands of flags were waved simultaneously, accompanied by a jumbled mess of the national anthem—

But soon, the cheers became sparse again.

Every time a monocle appeared in an area, the cheers in that area ceased. Tierra's Dementor Eye, aided by the Inheritor, flew wildly across the entire arena.

Where the cheers are loudest and the joy is strongest, that's where the "Dementor's Eye" appears.

I thought the cheers would last at least ten minutes, but to my surprise, they only lasted for less than five minutes before they stopped.

So Ludobagman had no choice but to continue:

"Okay, enough chit-chat, allow me to introduce - the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stands was a neat bright red square, which at this moment erupted in loud cheers.

“I wonder what they brought,” said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward from his seat. “Ah!”

Mr. Weasley exclaimed, then abruptly removed his glasses and hastily wiped them on his robe. "Veep!"

What is allure?

One hundred Veelas had already glided onto the arena.

Veela are women—

Those were the most beautiful women Harry had ever seen in his life.

But they aren't... they can't be real people.

Harry was puzzled for a moment, unable to guess what they were: why did their skin glow with a soft, moonlit light, and why did their hair flow behind them even without wind...

Just then, the music started playing, and Harry stopped wondering if she was real or not—

To be precise, Harry's mind was a complete mess, filled with amazement and joy.

Harry blushed and secretly glanced at Tyella sitting next to him—

Tierra remained composed, sitting upright and clapping his hands intermittently, somewhat boredly.

And the others on this floor—

Most of them were male wizards, all of them with flushed faces and excited expressions; many were even gesturing wildly.

For example, Ron, Fred, George, and Draco.

As the music gradually stopped, Harry felt his mind clear up considerably and blinked somewhat blankly.

Ron stood by the railing of the box, making a gesture as if he were about to dive from the diving board, and remained motionless.

The stadium was filled with angry roars.

Clearly, people didn't want the Veela to leave.

"Now!" Ludobagman's voice boomed like a bell, "Raise your wands into the air! Welcome the Irish national team's mascot!"

Immediately afterwards, with a whoosh, a huge object, green and gold, flew into the stadium, like a giant comet.

It flew around the building once, then split into two smaller comets, each heading towards a set of goalposts.

Suddenly, an arched rainbow appeared across the stadium, connecting the two gleaming spheres.

A gasp of amazement erupted from the crowd, as if watching a fireworks display. Then, the rainbow vanished, and the shimmering spheres connected and merged, forming a giant, dazzling clover that soared high into the air, beginning to hover above the stands. Something began to fall from above with a crackling sound, like golden raindrops—

At this moment, Tiera began to move.

Harry noticed that Tyrell's face was flushed, her eyes wide open, and a look of madness flashed in them, and then—

In full view of everyone, in front of the Minister of Magic, the Minister of the Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic, the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, the Director and Deputy Director of the Department of Accidents and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic, the Director of the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, various officials of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, and other high-ranking nobles of the Ministry of Magic, he drew his wand—

Then Tiera waved—

All the gold coins in the room flew towards Tierra's box like golden meteors—

(End of this chapter)