Harry and the Malfoys found themselves in front of a gigantic stadium. Though Harry could see only a fraction of the immense gold walls surrounding the field, he could tell that ten cathedrals would fit comfortably inside it.
"Prime seats!" Said the Ministry witch at the entrance when she checked their tickets. "Top box! Straight upstairs, Mr. Malfoy, and as high as you can go."
The stairs were carpeted in rich purple. They clambered upward with the rest of the crowd, which slowly filtered away through the doors into the stands to their left and right. They kept climbing and at last, they reached the top of a staircase and found themselves in a small box, set at the highest point of the stadium and situated exactly halfway between golden goalposts. About twenty purple and gilt chairs stood in two rows here.
"Ah Fudge," said Mr. Malfoy, holding out his hand as he reached the Minister of Magic. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa, our son Draco? Or our guest Hadrian Peverell who you may know as Harry Potter?"
"How do you do, How do you do?" Said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk —— Obalonsk ——Mr. —— well, he's the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. And let's see who else —— you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"
"Good lord, Arthur," Mr. Malfoy said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"
Fudge, who wasn't listening, said "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest.
"How —— how nice," said Mr. Weasley, with a very strained smile.
The next Moment, Ludo Bagman charged into the box.
"Everyone Ready?" He said, his round face gleaming like a great excited Edam. "Minister —— ready to go?"
"Ready when you are, Ludo," said Fudge comfortably.
Ludo whipped out his wand, directed it at his own throat, said "Sonorus!" and then spoke over the roar of sound that was now filling the packed stadium; his voice echoed over them, booming into every corner of the stands
Right, So I looked it up Apparently. Edam is a semi-hard cheese that originated in the Netherlands and is named after the town of Edam in the province of North Holland. Edam is traditionally sold in flat-ended spheres with a pale yellow interior and a coat, or rind, of red paraffin wax. Edam ages and travels well, and does not spoil; it only hardens.
