Professor Snape's Awkward Moment

As the final match of the 1994 Quidditch World Cup, it was undoubtedly a carnival feast.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of wizards in the camp has reached an unprecedented 130,000!

It's fair to say that besides the 100,000 wizards who bought tickets to the finals, there are still 30,000 stranded in the camp...

Most of these people only bought tickets for the middle games, some even only for the opening match... and then stayed until the final.

This guy is clearly a die-hard, long-time fan.

According to international practice, tickets for the final match are not released all at once, but are sold in stages.

Even so, ordinary tickets on the black market are already being sold for two thousand Galleon each, and there's still no market for them. Not to mention the private rooms.

Minister for Magic Fudge, seeing this situation, could no longer sit idly by and immediately urged the Department of Magical Games and Sports to expand the stadium.

What? Too late? Then let's do what Muggle trains do... For a venue that can hold 100,000 people, add 10,000 standing tickets!

Isn't that a bit much?

If someone investigates carefully, they will find that... most of these 10,000 standing tickets were not sold through official channels, but rather flowed into the black market in batches.

When officials start acting as scalpers and making easy money... their methods may be a bit unsightly, but there's no way around it; they make a fortune.

Fudge couldn't stop grinning, and Umbridge, who had come up with the idea, was also overjoyed.

The two pigs are a perfect match, complementing each other beautifully.

With such a large increase in the number of people, the pressure on security work has also increased dramatically.

The Head of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour, has been placed on standby, and many retired Auror have also been temporarily recalled.

Almost everyone gathered near the Quidditch World Cup venue to ensure the match proceeded smoothly.

Anti-Apparition Charm were even installed near the venue to ensure that no one would dare to intrude during the match.

As night fell, William and his entourage arrived at the entrance of the stadium.

A witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance let them in without checking their tickets.

William and his group watched games all summer long, even booking out entire boxes.

He comes every time, and given his and Hermione's immense fame, they can rely entirely on their public image.

Harry and Ron were visiting for the first time and, assuming they didn't need to have their tickets checked, foolishly followed at the back.

The witch raised her eyebrows, her eyes sharp.

Wow, you've got some nerve! Don't you even know where you are? Trying to sneak in without a ticket?

Just now, a group of wizards, wands in hand, tried to storm the stadium... Here we go again?

Didn't you know I know kung fu?

Or is it...?

Are you guys always this brave?

The witch called out, but Harry continued walking inside.

Instead of drawing her wand, she rushed forward, stepped back with her right leg, spun around, and delivered a side kick that sent Harry sprawling to the ground.

Then he used his knee to pin his head to the ground.

Ron wasn't as impulsive as Harry. He only stood there for two seconds, but driven by human instinct, he didn't hesitate at all and immediately threw himself to the ground.

William didn't see what was happening behind him because the crowd was so large that they were swept along and moved forward.

But with Mr. Weasley around, there shouldn't be any major problems, right?

The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a crimson carpet. The crowd climbed the stairs together, and slowly the flow of people split into the stands on the left and right.

Several wizards were fighting fiercely, tearing at each other's clothes.

You bought a standing ticket and expect to sit? You wish!

Those who bought standing tickets also feel resentful; they were all snatched up on the black market, and my ticket even cost more... Why should I have to stand?

You know, the last final lasted five days and five nights, and one seat... that was priceless.

Many wizards also emerged from their sleeping bags under their seats.

They bought tickets to an obscure event and then hid here, playing guerrilla warfare with the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic.

This is what they mean by spending the least amount of money to watch the most expensive games.

Such freeloaders are a target of the Ministry of Magic's crackdown. If caught, they should be sent to Azkaban.

William and his group continued upwards until they reached the top of the stairs.

There are only a handful of private boxes here, making it the best viewing area.

Of course, the wizards who appear here are all either wealthy or powerful, or like Mr. Weasley, they have connections.

Given the Mr. Weasley family's wealth, they certainly couldn't afford a private box.

But he helped Ludo's brother settle some things and then got the tickets. Ludo is the director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports; getting these things done is a piece of cake for him.

Soon, William and his companions entered a room with a shield emblem above the door, bearing a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

This is a private box at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which Fudge allocated to Professor Dumbledore.

However, not many teachers came.

Hagrid... he's busy breeding, he has no interest in playing ball.

Professor Flitwick has gone to the matchmaking market again to look for new targets; he's only interested in Ravenclaw's matches.

Professor McGonagall is definitely coming; as a lifelong football fan, she can't possibly miss the final.

Madam Hooch teaches Quidditch, is also here. She's discussing the odds of winning the final with McGonagall and Professor Trelawney.

Professor McGonagall is undoubtedly a veteran in the world of sports betting, Trelawney is a newcomer who made a fortune this year and was led astray by McGonagall, becoming addicted to it.

Madam Hooch is a true expert on football, but she never gambles; she only analyzes the odds of winning for others and charges a fee for it.

However, the market is not doing well this year. Everyone is following William and his two companions in betting, which is a bad thing.

Surprisingly, William also saw Professor Snape. He had apparently come to watch the final match too, having nothing better to do.

It seems Quidditch is truly a form of mass entertainment.

Professor Snape's demeanor was perfectly portrayed; he had a depressed look on his face, sat in the corner, and ignored everyone.

Roy knew Professor Snape.

Because Snape was imprisoned in Azkaban several times during William's first year of school, Roy, having read the Daily Prophet, would naturally recognize him.

Seeing that Snape looked gloomy, he started chatting with him and the topic turned to protecting his teeth.

Hermione's father, Iris, did the same, even extending his hand to shake Snape 'Snape.

He offered him a cigarette and asked if he wanted one.

Facing this Muggle parent for the first time, Professor Snape was somewhat at a loss and shook hands with him blankly.

Iris, in particular, enthusiastically inquired about Hermione's usual behavior, urging him to criticize her when necessary.

How should Snape answer?

Your daughter is Miss Know-It-All, but I never ask her questions when she raises her hand to answer them in class, and she even likes to make sarcastic remarks... hehe.

Your son is a member of the Bad Guys League, and we have business dealings. But I always call him "Shidake" and like to be sarcastic and sarcastic towards him... hehe.

Could Professor Snape say that? Although that's exactly what he did.

He had never been so embarrassed.

Wait... why did he bring this up? He should have talked about something else. For example:

Your son and daughter break school rules every day and often go out at night, although I haven't caught them.

They're also involved in a puppy love relationship... You parents need to pay more attention to them, instead of always making us teachers worry.

Professor Snape gave William and Hermione a malicious glance.

Both of them were incredibly obedient. He gave them a threatening look for a while, but ultimately didn't say anything.

Seeing that Professor Snape wasn't talking nonsense, William breathed a sigh of relief.

What if they suddenly said, "They often stay out all night, and nobody knows what they're up to"?

Iris probably thinks she could just throw William off the roof.

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