"Is there any statistics on how many people this stadium can accommodate?"

Sherlock turned to ask Bill, who was walking side by side with him.

Bill was also amazed at the magnificent building in front of him. He shook his head and signaled that he didn't know it either.

Mr. Weasley, who was leading the way in front, answered his question.

"One hundred thousand people, in order to build this stadium, the Ministry of Magic has kept 500 employees busy for a whole year. During this year, the Muggle expulsion spells are everywhere. Whenever Muggles approach here, they will think of something urgent and leave immediately." (100,000 people and 500 employees are the statement in the original work, which is also the most buggy in the original work. The difference between the number of people here and the number of students in Hogwarts is too huge)

Sherlock was also very amazed at this.

The stadium of this size is indeed rare, and it will undoubtedly be even more troublesome to build without the sight of Muggles.

They passed the ticket with the ticket in their hands and then walked up the stairs.

The two tickets Kingsley gave to Sherlock and the Weasleys got themselves, were all luxury private rooms on the top floor. Sitting here to watch the game are all senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

After they entered the private room and sat down, there was a huge blackboard on the huge court facing each other with advertisements.

Obviously, this World Cup also has sponsors, which is very consistent with the characteristics of modern society, but most of the mainstream living habits of wizards are still a hundred or even two hundred years ago.

This makes the entire magic world present a very conflicting atmosphere.

At such a time, Sherlock certainly would not think about society and humanities in a vague way, and the whole stadium was very lively.

Even before the game started, the enthusiasm of the fans was already so hot that it seemed to illuminate the entire night sky.

The tide between green and red is clearly bounded, and these two colors represent the Irish team and the Bulgarian team respectively.

“Ireland is a huge victory!!!”

A tsunami sounded, and green waves were surging. Even Harry and the others in the private room couldn't help but be infected and stood up, shouting Wansheng.

On the other hand, the red wave is not to be outdone. Even though this is the home court of the UK and Ireland, as an extremely rare world event in the magic world, nearly one-fifth of the wizards from all over the world have poured in here, and the British wizards on the court have become a minority.

“Bulgaria will win!!!”

After the mountains on both sides were shouting, fans soon had a small-scale conflict at the junction of green and red crowds, but the Aurors who were always ready were most concerned about this time.

Before the conflict escalated to shooting each other with magic wands, they had already scattered several of the troublemakers and took them away.

Sherlock, who saw this scene through the panoramic telescope, also saw Kingsley among the Aurors.

He used to be a very good temper, but it was normal. If they did not stop the conflict just now, once the conflict escalated, there would be no need to hold the World Cup final.

When Sherlock retracted his attention, Harry and the others had already sat down. He didn't know when he found a house elf sitting in the row behind them, and mistakenly regarded her as Dobby. After asking, he realized that her name was Shanshan.

Shanshan was a little afraid of heights, but she still obediently helped her master take a free seat. When Harry was talking to her, she also revealed some of Duobi's recent situation.

It was not until the Minister of Magic Foggy, who led the Minister of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic and Lucius into the box that Harry and the others learned from their conversation that Shanshan was a house elf of the Crouch family.

When Lucius entered the box, he frowned obviously, and showed a look of disgust on his face. When he met Mr. Weasley, he still sneered and mocked him arrogantly, and put on the style of the pure blood family.

Silk, who was sitting next to Sherlock, frowned slightly with a beautiful brow, turned his head to approach Sherlock's ear and whispered.

“This person is a bit annoying.”

Sherlock didn't comment on this.

"He used to be one of the Death Eaters, and spent a lot of money to clean himself after Voldemort's fall."

Hearing Sherlock say this, Shilk's brows frowned even deeper.

No matter what perspective, she only has a disgust towards groups like Death Eaters.

Sherlock noticed the change in Hilk's mood, and he habitually touched her head.

"Don't care about such people. He is just a pitiful fence-bearing man. Those who are now locked in the Azkaban are the real damn group."

His voice was dull, like a statement of a fact that would happen soon.

Shilk obediently let out a "hmm" and then he broke his head away from Sherlock's hand with an unhappy face.

Sherlock shrugged, not caring about it.

Just as they were talking in a low voice, before the finals began, the mascot performance of the two teams' national affiliated teams began.

Bulgaria surprised everyone to send a team of tevas. Their natural beauty and their innate charming magic made a burst of exclamation sounded as soon as they appeared.

Most of the male witches were all fascinated by these natural beauties, and they were dazed forward, with the fascination on their faces visible.

The ones sitting in the private room where Sherlock is all old and steady male witches. There are basically few people who are controlled by Veva's charm magic. Only Ron and Lucius's son Draco are the most obvious.

Like Harry, who had seen Furong before, already possessed some immunity. Although he was still staring at those Vegas, he would not be obsessed with it at least.

Sherlock was not affected at all. He glanced at Veva in the center of the field, then turned around and looked at Shilk with a smile.

Shilk also noticed his gaze and turned his head to look at him in confusion.

"Not even look good as Amy in our family."

Shilk was slightly stunned, then a faint blush appeared on his face unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up.

It was obvious that she was very happy, but even so, she did not forget to put her face back on her face and correct her path seriously.

"It's Vera, we agreed."

"Yes, yes, we agreed, Vera. You see that your hat has fallen to the ground, I'll help you pick it up."

The dancing clover hat fell under the chair at some point.

It was inconvenient to take it out if he bent down and stretched out his hand, so Sherlock simply used the control magic directly.

And just as he had just opened the realm of controlling magic, Sherlock was suddenly stunned, and then suddenly turned to look at the house elf named Shanshan, who claimed to be the place for her master!

Please remember the first domain name of this book:._
Chapter completed!