Under Sirius's forceful intervention, not only did the five young wizards present—Sherlock, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny—each receive an Omniocular with recording, playback, and analysis functions.
Even Bill, Charlie, Percy, and the Weasley twins who weren't present weren't left out—Sirius had Ron and Ginny get one for each of them too.
The vendor wizard was nearly beside himself with joy.
He clutched the money bag of Galleons tightly with both hands, his mouth nearly splitting to his ears.
This single transaction put a full three figures of Galleons securely in his pocket, equivalent to half a month's income.
As for Sirius's somewhat impatient and unpleasant attitude when speaking earlier?
Please—in front of this heavy pile of Galleons, what did a bad attitude matter?
No, a customer who could produce over a hundred Galleons without blinking—that attitude was clearly perfect!
The vendor wizard nimbly packaged the Omnioculars while constantly saying "Take care" and "Come again next time," his fawning manner was completely different from when he had served ordinary customers.
However, among those present, only Harry and Hermione quietly understood Sirius's thinking.
They exchanged glances, both seeing understanding in each other's eyes.
Sirius's uncharacteristic behavior, putting on this almost nouveau riche lavish posture, wasn't to show off at all, but to consider Ron and Ginny's feelings.
Although these Omnioculars were silver-white throughout, with fine magical patterns carved on the tubes.
When gently turning the focus knob, they even made a subtle "click" sound—clearly well-made goods, worth the price, but...
You had to know, ten Galleons wasn't cheap even for ordinary wizard families.
For the Weasley family with seven children, it was an even more significant expense.
If he directly said he'd buy one as a gift for them, the two might hesitate whether to accept. But after that commotion just now, the situation was completely different.
Sirius's bossy nouveau riche manner left the two stunned on the spot.
In the end, they could only obediently accept this gift, without even a chance to refuse.
But even so, after the vendor wizard left in high spirits, Ron and Ginny were still somewhat embarrassed.
"Sirius, wasn't that too much of an expense?"
Their parents were really too prolific.
Seven children, one each—that was a full seventy Galleons!
"What are you saying!"
Sirius waved his hand domineeringly.
"Don't forget, I'm your elder!
An elder buying things the younger generation likes—isn't that natural?
Unless..."
He deliberately paused, squinting at Ron and Ginny with interest, the corner of his mouth curving into a mischievous smile as he meaningfully added.
"Unless you want to calculate seniority from Molly's side?
That way, Ron, you'd be my cousin, and Ginny would be my cousin.
Hmm... that way, Harry would have to call you uncle and little aunt..."
"I don't want to be Harry's little aunt!"
Ginny said with a red face.
Ron also flushed red.
The color was as red as his hair—also a Weasley family trait.
However, the two blushed for different reasons.
Ginny simply didn't want the generational gap between her and Harry widened.
Distant cousin was no problem—from a certain perspective, it could even add a bit of interest.
But distant little aunt? A generation apart, that little hope would be completely gone.
As for Ron, he was purely sensitive.
He knew Harry had inherited a small fortune from his parents and was much wealthier than him—a fact he was always sensitive about.
If Harry paid to give him an Omniocular, he absolutely couldn't accept it.
But with Sirius, it was different.
As Sirius said, he was an elder, and elders giving gifts to juniors was both reasonable and proper, and wouldn't make him feel awkward.
Thinking of this, Ron grinned and said, "You're right, that's reasonable enough."
As he spoke, he couldn't help picking up the Omnioculars and trying them out on the distant tents.
The clear image in the tubes made his eyes light up, and that bit of embarrassment completely dissipated.
Compared to the Weasley siblings who were particularly sensitive about money, Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione were much more composed.
They didn't care much about the number of Galleons to begin with, valuing more the sentiment behind this gift.
"Well, thank you, Sirius."
Sherlock accepted the Omnioculars, and Harry also smiled and nodded. After Hermione thanked Sirius, she added.
"Let me buy everyone a match program—look, over there—"
When they finished all this and returned to the tent, they found everyone else had also bought green sports badges.
Mr. Weasley was even holding an Irish flag.
Obviously, the entire Weasley family were Irish supporters.
Only Percy had no souvenirs—he seemed unwilling to spend money on such things.
When the Weasley children received Sirius's gifts, each one beamed with joy.
Empty-handed Percy was stunned for a moment, but eventually thanked Sirius and Harry with a red face.
Regarding those souvenirs, he truly wasn't interested, but for practical items like Omnioculars, he felt they were necessary.
"Sirius, you really spent too much!"
Mr. Weasley looked at his seven children each holding an Omniocular, also somewhat embarrassed.
"You buying for the other children is one thing, but Bill, Charlie, and Percy are all adults..."
"What are you saying, Arthur!"
Sirius heavily slapped his shoulder.
"Adults? Even if they're older, they're still children for me!
Me as an uncle buying gifts for my nephews—do I need to consider their age?"
With words reaching this point, Mr. Weasley smiled and said no more.
Just as everyone was excitedly testing their Omnioculars, a deep, booming gong suddenly sounded from somewhere distant in the woods.
This sound seemed to be a signal—in the next moment.
Thousands of lanterns emitting red or green light blossomed on the trees, instantly illuminating the path to the stadium.
"It's time!"
Mr. Weasley said excitedly, "Quick, let's go!"
"Yeah!"
The young wizards all cheered happily.
The Quidditch World Cup final was finally beginning!
Next, Mr. Weasley led the way, with Sirius standing beside him with hands in pockets, walking shoulder to shoulder.
Besides Sherlock, Harry, and Hermione, he was also the most Muggle-like wizard among everyone present.
Everyone clutched their purchases and walked briskly into the woods along the lantern-lit path.
They could see thousands of people moving around them, with shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing coming from all directions.
This feverish excitement was very contagious, and almost everyone soon found themselves unable to help smiling widely.
However, when Harry looked at Sherlock beside him, he was surprised to find only a faint smile on his face, seemingly not affected by this emotion at all.
"Never let emotions influence your judgment, my dear Harry."
Sherlock unsurprisingly saw through Harry's thoughts, and when he looked over, explained.
"That would be a very dangerous thing."
"Sherlock, I now think you're a bit like that Moody fellow."
Sirius turned his head back, smiling. "He always thinks he's in danger at all times."
"These are two different concepts."
Facing Sirius's teasing, Sherlock said seriously.
"The danger in his perception comes from outside, the danger in my perception comes from within."
The group continued talking and joking loudly like this, walking for about twenty minutes before finally emerging from the other side of the woods.
Once out of the woods, they suddenly found themselves standing in the shadow of a massive stadium.
However, from this position, everyone could only see part of the magnificent golden walls surrounding the field.
Even so, everyone could see this could hold ten cathedrals without problem.
"This can accommodate a full one hundred thousand spectators."
As a member of the Ministry of Magic who participated in this construction, Mr. Weasley explained somewhat proudly to others.
"Five hundred Ministry workers were busy with this for a whole year.
You might not believe it, but every inch of this place has been cast with Muggle-Repelling Charms.
Whenever Muggles approach here, they suddenly remember extremely urgent matters and hurriedly leave...
God bless them."
He said somewhat guiltily, as if embarrassed that the wizarding world's grand event affected Muggles' normal lives.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
The advantage of individual wizards compared to Muggles was truly too great—this was undoubtedly the case.
Even a well-trained, fully armed soldier facing a wizard wouldn't be a match.
Of course, the prerequisite was that the wizard couldn't be approached by the soldier.
Otherwise, it would be white blade in, red blade out.
However, in most cases, before Muggles could get close, they would often be controlled or knocked down by the wizard's ranged spells.
But... from what he now saw, the gap between these two groups was also significant.
After all, being able to directly change the other party's cognition—this ability was really too OP.
Sherlock tried imagining what he would do if he had no magical talent and encountered magical world crime problems.
Facing the Killing Curse that left no trace, even exhausting all reasoning methods, he probably couldn't analyze it, right?
"Sherlock, what's wrong with you?"
Hermione, who had been watching Sherlock, saw him suddenly fall into deep thought and couldn't help asking.
"I suddenly thought about some connections between the magical world and Muggle world, nothing major."
Sherlock shook his head and pointed ahead. "We've arrived."
At this point, Mr. Weasley had already led everyone to the nearest entrance, which was surrounded by many dancing, shouting wizards—clearly, they were a bit over-excited.
"Premium tickets!"
A Ministry witch at the entrance clearly recognized Arthur Weasley. She looked at the tickets in Sirius and Mr. Weasley's hands and said to Mr. Weasley.
"Top Box! Straight upstairs—Arthur, just lead them all the way to the very top."
Purple carpet had already been laid on the stairs leading to the stadium, looking quite high-end, grand, and classy.
Following the witch's directions, they went up with the crowd without obstruction to the very top.
Mr. Weasley really hadn't been wrong—Ludo Bagman had indeed gotten them the best tickets.
The small box they were now in was located at the highest point of the stadium, directly facing the golden goal posts.
This position was impressive, allowing a complete view of the entire playing field.
Though called a small box, there were still about twenty purple and gilt chairs arranged in two rows.
Sherlock, Harry, Hermione, Sirius, and the Weasley family lined up and sat in the front row.
From here they could clearly see the hundred thousand wizards Mr. Weasley mentioned gradually taking their seats.
Those seats surrounded the oval stadium, arranged in tiers rising upward.
The field appeared as smooth as velvet, with three goal hoops on each side, fifty feet high.
To their right was a huge blackboard constantly flashing golden text.
[Comet. The family broomstick—safe, reliable, with built-in anti-theft buzzer]
[Mrs. Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover—easily removes stains]
[Gladrags Wizardwear—London, Paris, Hogsmeade]
Obviously, these were advertisements from the match sponsors.
This was no different from the Muggle world, except the advertising method was more advanced and direct.
By the time Harry withdrew his gaze from the billboard, Sherlock had long finished observing the field and the box itself.
Because it was quite early, besides their group, this box currently only had one magical creature.
In the second-to-last seat of the row behind them sat an extraordinarily small being.
Its legs were so short they could only extend onto the chair in front.
It was wrapped in a tea towel for polishing tea sets, like wearing a loose robe.
Its movements were also strange, with its face buried deeply in its two hands.
When noticing those long, bat-like large ears, Harry said almost incredulously.
"Do—Dobby?"
"No, dear Harry, this isn't the house-elf you know."
With Sherlock's voice, that small being also raised its head and released its fingers.
When seeing those huge brown eyes and a nose shaped and sized like a large tomato, Harry also understood Sherlock's words.
This indeed wasn't Dobby.
Of course, this was undoubtedly also a house-elf.
Actually, up to now, Harry only knew two house-elves.
Dobby, the elf from Lucius Malfoy's household who had once come to warn him, and Kreacher, who took pride in serving the Black family for generations.
From a human perspective, unless the differences were too obvious, other creatures all looked the same.
Kreacher was really too old, so it was understandable that Harry would mistake this elf for Dobby.
As for why Sherlock could distinguish individual differences even when the other was covering its face, of course it was because he was Sherlock Holmes.
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