What did it mean for a hundred thousand wizards to gather and watch a Quidditch World Cup?
It was hard to describe precisely, but there were dense crowds everywhere, and it felt as though countless ducks were chattering beside one's ears, discussing tonight's match—which side would score first, which team would win the championship, who was the most handsome Seeker, and so on.
At a time like this, some people would be extremely excited, while others would remain calmly unsurprised. There were also those who became restless and frantic because of it.
Shouts, cheers, arguments, and even songs constantly lingered in the air, buzzing endlessly around them.
Katelyle felt somewhat helpless. He had no choice but to use magic to block out the noise several meters away, and only then did it become much quieter.
A venue capable of holding a hundred thousand people was enormous. The Ministry of Magic had spent an entire year preparing it.
The magnificent golden walls towered high, making the stadium seem boundlessly vast.
"Professor Katelyle, we have been waiting for you for quite some time. I hope that on this special occasion, you will join us in the best box and watch this match from the finest vantage point," Cornelius Fudge said as soon as he appeared at the ticket gate. He had arranged for someone to watch for Katelyle's arrival.
"Oh, and Mr. Weasley, you will be in the same large box as us," Cornelius Fudge added, turning to Mr. Weasley with a smile.
The Weasleys had originally held first-class tickets. Being able to enjoy an even better view now was an immense honor.
Katelyle did not refuse and followed Cornelius Fudge toward the largest box with the best view.
Quite a few important figures were already waiting there, such as the Bulgarian