Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 137 Little Gentleman

The wizard waiting at the door greeted Mr. Weasley and opened the partition door and curtain.

The first-class carriage faces the center of the stadium and is the only area in the auditorium that protrudes into the stadium.

This is a spacious semi-ellipsoidal space covered with crystal clear glass.

The foothold when entering the carriage is a platform for social gatherings.

Walking to the front of the platform is the viewing area, which is inclined at a 30-degree angle and extends downward to a height of about five stories.

The lights on the platform were dim, and the long bars on both sides, which served drinks and refreshments, extended towards the viewing area in a crescent shape.

In front of the arc is a rest area with at least fifty or sixty groups of three round chairs and low tables.

As we moved closer to the stadium, we discovered that the viewing area was right in the center of the stadium and was well lit.

The seats for watching the game are divided into independent glass egg-shaped spheres with double and triple sofas.

They were neatly and evenly spaced, floating at the front edge of the carriages in the viewing area.

"Isn't that great? This is Mr. Crouch's idea."

“Just stand by the platform and think about the area you want to sit in, and the seats will float over and take you to your seat.”

Percy explained like a tour guide.

"What if several people want to grab the same spot?"

Ron couldn't help but ask, and Percy tutted impatiently.

"Do you think everyone is as low-class as you?"

Ron and Harry looked at Fred and George, all four of them amused at Percy's affectation.

"Besides, each individual seat is carefully woven with invisible beast hair fibers when it is made."

"Once the audience sits on it, other audience members can hardly see them at all."

“While guests in the first-class carriages can maintain complete privacy, they will not be blocked by other spectators.”

Finding that no one was listening to him, Percy coughed a few times in obvious displeasure and spoke loudly.

“So, there is no trouble of fighting for seats.”

“Every position has the best view, allowing the audience to see every corner of the court without blind spots.”

"This kind of thoughtfulness is worthy of the attention to detail that only Mr. Crouch, who is of noble birth, can notice."

"We didn't know you had such a passion for watching football, Percy."

"Or are you more interested in being a stadium manager?"

Fred and George kept on talking and mocking Percy mercilessly, and finally some semblance of dignity appeared on Percy's deathly pale face.

"Please don't embarrass yourself in front of everyone. This is not a normal place to watch football!"

Percy reminded his brother reluctantly.

After he said this, Harry realized that there was indeed something different around him.

On the way to the carriage, the overwhelming majority were the noisy crowd obsessed with the game.

But here, there are many people who are dressed neatly and elegantly.

The excitement of cheering for Bulgaria and Ireland was limited to small accessories on clothes.

Fortunately, not all the people at the scene were elegant and noble.

Many Ministry of Magic employees were also entertained and attended the banquet with their families.

"I told you it's unusual to watch a game in first class..."

Percy complained to himself. In his eyes, the entire carriage was obviously filled with only the rich and powerful.

"It seems that in terms of wealth disparity, there is no difference between wizards and Muggles."

Hermione leaned over, somewhat disapprovingly.

Harry remembered watching sports events as a child, such as Wimbledon or the boxing that Dudley had been obsessed with in recent years.

The clothing of people in the first-class seats is indeed quite different from that of the general audience.

"Yeah. Who in their right mind would dress like that to watch Quidditch?"

Ron also came over and waved disapprovingly at the figure surrounded by the crowd.

Harry looked over and was clearly aware that his heart had skipped a few beats.

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Draco was wearing a light blue evening gown and was chatting with several wizards and witches who were dressed formally.

Daphne and Pansy, wearing silver-gray and emerald green dresses respectively, accompanied her.

They were both stunningly beautiful ladies, but all Harry could see was Draco's attire.

The dress was lined with tulle at the neck and shoulders, revealing her delicate shoulders and collarbones.

The chest-length satin fabric was cut into streamlined lines, making Draco look even more slender and graceful.

Through the gauze, one could faintly see a hint of tenderness and depth where Draco's skin overlapped on his chest.

Harry found himself unable to take his eyes off the area where the tulle and satin met on Draco's dress.

I had to convince myself that it must be her Snitch-shaped necklace, which was just long enough to reach where my eyes were fixed.

He shook his head and let go of his reverie.

Next to Draco was a gorgeous woman with flowing black hair and white bangs.

She has a similar temperament to Draco, but compared to Draco's youthful vitality, the woman is more calm and charming.

I remembered the sentence in Draco's reply that specifically mentioned "mother agrees".

I guess the person in front of me is Mrs. Malfoy.

Glancing around, Mr. Weasley was chatting animatedly with his colleagues from the Ministry of Magic.

Harry was pleased to find that Mr. Weasley was still so gentle and confident in such an occasion.

To be honest, it was Percy who seemed a little out of place because he kept trying to highlight the differences between himself and his family.

He let out a long breath, turned to Ron, showed a tragic farewell expression, and walked towards Draco and Mrs. Malfoy.

Harry had only taken a few steps when Draco apparently noticed him and his face turned red.

Daphne and Pansy seemed to understand Draco's expression and glanced in Harry's direction intentionally or unintentionally.

The two of them smiled and held hands, leading the crowd surrounding Malfoy and her daughter away.

Draco and Narcissa were left at a round table.

Harry was deeply thankful that Lucius Malfoy didn't seem to be around.

"Mrs. Malfoy, Miss Malfoy, good night."

Harry began to greet, a little surprised that he didn't stutter from the trembling.

"Good night, my dear little gentleman."

Narcissa responded lazily, her voice somewhat seductively, and held out her hand.

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