"England will win!"
"Grindelwald is unbeatable!"
"Glory to England!"
The golden words hung in the air, stirring the hearts of every fan with their bold promises.
Draco was no exception.
He tugged on his parents' sleeves and laughed heartily.
"Mother, Father, look! That's talking about Klein.
"Ha-ha, Grindelwald is unbeatable!"
"Yes, yes, I see it."
Narcissa shook her head helplessly, a look of indulgence flashing in her eyes.
Lucius, as ever, remained composed—his life had been getting more comfortable by the day.
A few years ago, he'd worried about the Dark Mark. But now the Dark Lord was firmly under the "Demon Lord's" thumb. Of course, one Dark Mark didn't concern him anymore.
Lucius, his long hair flowing, lifted his chin haughtily and gave a slight nod.
"Klein? That boy is quite good."
"Quite good? Klein is the best!"
Draco always claimed to be Klein's best friend, wherever he went.
Even in front of his own father, he stood by what he believed.
Klein Will Grindelwald had outstanding talent.
Given time, he was sure to become a legend!
Slytherin's Klein Fan Leader launched into an enthusiastic pitch to his dear old father.
Lucius Malfoy was getting a headache from listening to him. Fortunately, it was time to enter the stadium. Staff responsible for security held up glowing signs and guided the enormous crowd of fans into the England Quidditch Stadium in an orderly fashion.
Seeing this, Lucius hurried to lead his wife and his chattering son—who was showing signs of turning into a talkative nuisance—inside.
Good grief, if he listened any longer, he'd be brainwashed too.
Elsewhere.
"Ah, they're letting us in!"
Daphne and Astoria shouted excitedly.
In this feverish atmosphere, the two girls could no longer maintain their ladylike composure.
And it wasn't just them.
With the legendary all-seeing