Stumbling violently backward several steps, Fudge felt a layer of cold sweat break out across his back.
Staring at Amanda with shock and uncertainty, he now believed that the one who had 'lifted' him with magic in his office was neither Professor McGonagall nor Headmaster Dumbledore, but this terrifying little girl.
The magical power she had just unleashed was completely worthy of the word 'terrifying.'
Lucius, who had once faced Voldemort directly, was slightly better off; at least he could still force a small smile.
"Of course we will make the correct choice, but Miss Amanda, you must also understand what the correct choice is."
To make an enemy of all Pure-blood families—he didn't know if this Amanda was truly strong to the point of being unmatched, or if she was just arrogant due to her young age.
But judging solely by the Magical Pressure she released just now, it certainly wasn't inferior to Voldemort's.
However, based only on that, it wasn't enough to make all the Pure-blood families back down.
"I believe all my choices are correct," Amanda's expression didn't change in the slightest. "History will confirm my words. Now, please sit down and prepare to watch the match, Mr. Malfoy."
After speaking, she slightly raised her hand and gently pressed downwards. Lucius, along with his son and wife, was steadily pressed down into their seats.
"When watching a match, you should sit down immediately, or you'll block the view for the audience behind you."
Amanda said indifferently, withdrawing her hand.
This was basic etiquette; why didn't the Malfoys understand it, standing there the whole time?
After saying this, Amanda turned her head to look at Fudge and the Minister for Magic of BJLY, the only two people still standing in the box. "Aren't the two of you going to sit down?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the Minister for Magic of BJLY immediately plopped down, placing his hands on his knees and looking straight ahead.
He was utterly well-behaved. He had come to Country Y to watch the match and conduct international exchanges. He never expected to meet a little girl here comparable to the figure who swept across half of the European Wizarding World back then.
Yes, although he hadn't met Voldemort, having witnessed the other Grindelwald, he was already starting to equate Amanda with Grindelwald.
Fudge raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and sat down, his legs feeling weak. At the same time, he nodded to Ludo Bagman, who had just walked up, signaling him to start quickly.
Withdrawing her gaze, Amanda gently squeezed Hermione's hand back. "Don't worry, Hermione."
Hermione chuckled softly and leaned her head on her shoulder. "I'm not worried."
Receiving the Minister's instructions, Ludo Bagman raised his wand and cast a Sonorus Charm on himself.
"Ahem, welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Quidditch World Cup Final."
Listening to the string of commercial advertisements he read out, the people responsible for contacting Amanda regarding these brands flashed instinctively through her mind.
When he finished the advertisement and signaled for the two team mascots to enter, Amanda shifted her gaze to the beautiful "women" flying high above the Quidditch Pitch one by one.
"Veela."
The cold, indifferent voice sounded. Amanda blinked mechanically. Clearly, the Veela's enchantment had no effect on her.
Turning her head to glance at Hermione, Amanda nodded with an extremely subtle movement.
"What is it?"
Sensing Amanda's gaze, Hermione turned her head to look at her curiously.
Wasn't this the mascot performance? Why had Amanda turned to look at her instead?
"Veela." Amanda looked at Hermione, pointing without turning her head toward the Veela who had already begun dancing in mid-air.
"Mhm, I know what they are."
"Not as pretty as Hermione."
When Amanda said this, her face was completely serious, and her tone was decisive and unwavering.
"Oh, this, this..."
Hermione seemed to have lost her ability to speak for a moment, and a deep blush gradually appeared on her face.
Coughing lightly and lowering her head, she mumbled shyly, "I'm not nearly as pretty as you say. You have such a sweet mouth."
Amanda shook her head stiffly, subconsciously rubbing the hand she held with Hermione's. "I only speak the truth."
"Huu..." Hermione let out a long breath, adjusted herself, looked up again, and pinched Amanda's cheek.
"I know you think I'm prettier. Now, watch the performance properly."
Hermione felt shy outwardly, but inwardly she was overjoyed. To be honest, when the Veela first appeared, she had felt a little nervous and uneasy.
Although the Veela's effect on girls was much smaller, what if? What if Amanda was affected? What if Amanda fell for a Veela? Then she... But thankfully, thankfully, this person, from beginning to end, only saw her as the most beautiful.
With a slightly smug curl of her lips, Hermione turned back, preparing to continue watching the Veela performance, only to see Harry and Ron—one astride his seat, the other perched on the edge of the box, looking ready to dive down.
"Merlin! Harry, Ron, you two are unbelievable."
Her words carried a hint of irrepressible laughter, and she quickly reached out to pull her two best friends back.
Amanda also stretched out both hands and gently pinched the back of Harry's and Ron's necks.
"Hiss..." x2
Two gasps sounded. Harry and Ron simultaneously rubbed the backs of their necks, regaining their senses from the Veela's enchantment.
"It's a good thing neither of you has a girlfriend, or I'd definitely have to tell them all about this."
Hermione smiled sweetly at the two boys. Now she finally had some serious "dirt" on them.
When they eventually got girlfriends, this incident would definitely be enough for them to get a good telling-off.
"Everyone appreciates beauty, Hermione."
Ron's face flushed, and he offered a weak rebuttal.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at your father, Mr. Weasley," Hermione whispered, gesturing toward Mr. Weasley next to them.
Ron turned his head and saw that his father was putting down his binoculars and discussing the Veela with his mother, appearing completely unaffected—it was clearly just simple appreciation.
Amanda glanced sideways at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, then looked back at Harry and Ron, saying in a cold but comforting voice, "Veela do have a huge effect on boys without sweethearts, especially boys your age."
"It's normal to be affected. However, if you get a sweetheart or a girlfriend later, and you are still affected by Veela, then I think your girlfriends would indeed need to thoroughly scold you."
"Merlin's beard," Ron and Harry simultaneously shrank their necks. Clearly, having been "lectured" by Hermione for three years, they were extremely wary of being lectured by future girlfriends. "We will definitely stay far away from Veela from now on."
"But Sirius, why weren't you affected?"
Harry nudged Sirius, who was sitting next to him, slightly confused as to why he was completely fine.
Wasn't he single and without a sweetheart too?
Sirius shrugged indifferently, looking down at Harry and speaking earnestly, "I passed the age where I'd be easily smitten a long time ago, Harry."
"Now, the only thing that matters to me is you."
"Ensuring you are safe and happy in the future is my greatest wish. Other desires are optional."
"Oh."
With Sirius rubbing his head, Harry quickly turned his face back to look at the sky above the Quidditch Pitch, blinking hard to make the tears dissipate quickly.
Crying because of Sirius's words—that was too embarrassing.
Amanda watched the Veela slowly retreating from the Quidditch Pitch, her eyes like deep pools. Parents... perhaps only elders like Sirius, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley could truly be called parents.
They truly understood responsibility and commitment, whereas her former parents had only given her a physical body.
And she had long since returned that physical body to them, hadn't she, when they personally sent her down the path of destruction.
Therefore, she had no parents now, and she would have no parents in the future. Amanda thought this in her mind. Although this should be a point that would make most people unhappy, she couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile.
To be rid of parents like that, and to never have parents like that again—how could that not be a good thing?
The Veela had all completed their exit. The next moment, a group of Leprechaunss instantly soared into the sky, rapidly forming various shapes while continuously showering gold coins down below.
"Wow! They're all Galleons!"
Ron bent down and scooped up a handful of Galleons from the ground, exclaiming in admiration. Harry also enthusiastically grabbed two handfuls toward the sky.
Hermione reached out and picked up a gold coin from her lap, examining it closely. "Is this real?"
If Irish Leprechaunss could really produce gold coin showers like this, the world's financial system would definitely suffer a huge shock.
After all, this kind of wealth production was too irrational and unrestricted.
The only similar wealth production she had seen was the money pouch and the pure black card given to Amanda by the world consciousness she controlled.
Listening to Hermione's question, Amanda shook her head with an indifferent expression. "They are not real Galleons."
"There isn't much written about Irish Leprechaunss in books, but scattered records exist in rare texts. Their Transfiguration magic is very peculiar."
"They can simulate different currencies from various eras, realistic enough to deceive, but they generally only last for about two days."
"So that's how it is." Hermione understood, casually tossing the coin onto the floor.
She thought so; no creature should be able to produce wealth so limitlessly.
This absolutely violated balance. Of course, Amanda didn't count, since she wouldn't misuse the two items she held.
"They're not real Galleons, huh?" Ron wrinkled his nose, but still stuffed the Galleons in his hand into his pocket. "But it still feels good to have my pockets full of Galleons."
"Trust me, you'll definitely be able to fill your pockets with real Galleons someday."
Harry patted his brother's shoulder. Fred and George also chuckled and reached out to ruffle their brother's hair.
"Even if you don't earn any later, it's fine."
"We definitely can."
"When the time comes, we can lend you Galleons to fill your pockets!" x2
Ron couldn't help but laugh, turning to look at his two older brothers and complaining jokingly.
"Hey! You're my brothers, and you're still going to lend me money?!"
"Good accounts make good brothers, little Ron." Fred shook his head solemnly.
The next moment, everyone in the Weasley family burst into laughter.
The top box instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Amanda also raised the corners of her mouth high, even letting out a few light, melodious laughs like silver bells.
Hermione reached out and pulled Amanda into her arms, looking down at her dazzling smile, struggling greatly to restrain the urge to kiss her immediately.
The mascot performance ended, and the official Quidditch World Cup Final began.
Both teams simultaneously took to the air, and Ludo began commentating on the match.
The players on both teams truly lived up to their professional status. Ludo could keep up with their movements for commentary at first, but later he only had time to shout their names.
Amanda's gaze constantly darted among the players. In her mind, every player was represented by a name accompanied by several lines of constantly changing data.
Simultaneously, Harry's and Cho Chang's various statistics flashed together in her mind.
In comparison, Cho Chang's statistics showed a relatively large gap compared to these professional and top-tier players.
Although Harry's statistics showed some disparity, the gap was not very large. In Amanda's analysis, this difference was merely the result of professional training.
As long as Harry underwent professional training, he could easily catch up to these people.
Senior Cho Chang was right; Harry was indeed an absolute genius when it came to Quidditch.
She just didn't know if he intended to continue developing in Quidditch and treat it as a career.
By the fifteenth minute of the match, the score gap between the two sides widened further, and the players' emotions were fully roused.
Various feints and gambits emerged continuously. At the same time, the Leprechaunss and Veela also began flying into the sky to celebrate when their respective teams scored, while simultaneously mocking the opposition.
"Oh, this is definitely going to make the match more volatile."
Hermione put down her Omnioculars and said this sincerely.
Sure enough, just a few minutes later, the increasingly agitated Veela and Leprechaunss started having a "great battle" in mid-air.
The Veela no longer looked as beautiful and ethereal as they did initially, but instead displayed their other form.
"They're not pretty now." Ron looked up at the Veela in mid-air who were throwing torch-like objects at the Leprechaunss.
"This teaches us never to judge a person only by their external beauty, but to focus more on their inner self."
Mr. Weasley took the opportunity to lecture his children on life lessons.
"But this is going to be tough on the staff..."
Harry looked at the staff who were also in mid-air, trying to make the Veela and Leprechaunss stop, but were too afraid of being accidentally injured to approach them.
Amanda's gaze had also long been locked onto the staff. She spotted her own security personnel among them. Her Wandless and Non-verbal Spells were already poised, ready to strike if the fight between the Veela and Leprechaunss affected them.
She would immediately take action, forcing all the Veela and Leprechaunss to land, as their current behavior was interfering with the match and completely against regulations.
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