Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 250 The Bulgarian Minister of Magic who can't figure it out

"Hmph!" Ron snorted coldly, and then he excitedly stuffed a handful of gold coins into Harry's hand, "Here, return your panoramic binoculars!"

Well, it looks like he really didn't know that the leprechauns' magic gold coins were going to disappear, and Harry obviously didn't know that either, because he picked up tons and tons of gold coins.

The huge clover disappeared, and the leprechauns slowly landed opposite the veela on the field, and sat cross-legged, ready to watch the game.

It was followed by a nutritious introduction. Bagman introduced the players of each team at a time. To be honest, Hera got up too early and was a little sleepy now. Penello was similar, but slightly better than Hera because she had a break at noon.

After about a few minutes, the game officially started, and Hera lifted his spirits. He had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch game, even the previous semi-finals were far behind.

The speed of the players was unbelievably fast, and Hera thought he might not be able to achieve such a speed in his life.

After just a few moments of stupefaction, Troy of the Irish team scored a goal. The audience cheered and applauded, shaking the stadium.

"10:0, the Irish team leads!"

The Irish team's Chasers were absolutely top-notch, and they cooperated seamlessly, which even made Hera fantasize about the squandered fifty gold galleons-maybe it could be more.

Just hope the Irish can score enough points - even if Krum takes the Snitch, he will still lose the game.

Even though the probability of this is very low, correspondingly, its odds have come directly to an exaggerated [-] to [-], that is to say, if everything develops according to the results predicted by Hera and Penello, their fifty gold Galleons will become one thousand gold Galleons.

In just 10 minutes, Ireland scored two more goals, rewriting the score to 30:0, which caused overwhelming cheers and cheers from Green Ireland supporters.

The competition became more intense and cruel, and at the same time, Hera's calm heart became more and more excited.

"A thousand gold Galleons, that's a thousand!" Hera said excitedly in a low voice, "Penello, you are definitely half of the credit for this thousand gold Galleons."

"Hmph, shouldn't it be [-]%? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have pressured the Irish team to win!" Penello said with a pouted mouth.

Hera nodded lightly on it, "Yes, yes, it's all thanks to our most beautiful and lovely Penello."

"Okay, don't disturb me watching the game, I can't miss such a wonderful game." Penello pushed Hera away in disgust, she obviously cared more about the game in front of her.

The Bulgarian batsman, probably named Volkov or something, tried their best and finally scored their first goal for the Bulgarian team.

Veela was about to start dancing to celebrate again, and Hera directly covered Penello's ears.Fortunately, after only a few seconds, the veela had stopped dancing, but the Quaffle somehow fell into the hands of the Bulgarian team.

Bagman shouted the players' names in a loud and loud voice, exclaiming from time to time, but his admiration affected many people's viewing experience.

A hundred thousand wizards all suddenly held their breath, watching the two Seekers - Krum and Lynch - that was the Irish Seekers - and they were going down among the Chasers, really fast, as if they had jumped out of a plane without a parachute -

No, much faster than that—

"They'll fall to the ground—" Penello exclaimed in a low voice.

"No, Krum won't." Hera squinted his eyes. He had observed Krum in previous games. This level of diving seemed dangerous, but for Krum, it was just a slightly challenging operation.

It was Lynch, who seemed to have been tricked by Krum. He dived straight down and fell to the ground defenselessly. With a bang, the entire stadium could hear, and Krum stopped the dive, rose again, and flew away in a circle.

There was a groan from the Irish audience seats.

"Krum is making a fake move!" Penello pointed at the red figure hovering in the arena with his mouth full of dissatisfaction.

"Fool!" Hera gloated, "It looks like we got our one thousand gold Galleons, didn't we?"

"But I would prefer Ireland to win the game."

Hera scratched her hair, not knowing how to persuade this prodigal Penello. That's what I worked so hard to exploit from Professor Luke.

"The game is on hold," Bagman yelled. "The well-trained infield slammed into the field to check Lynch's injury."

The doctor on the field gave Lynch some potion, Lynch slowly regained his strength, sat up from the ground, and Krum was circling on top of Lynch's head.

"Nice job!" Hera clenched her fists. Krum is definitely his lucky star. If he can win a thousand gold Galleons, Hera is even willing to give him half of it. No, one fifth
"Do you think so too?" Hera heard a heavy voice beside him. He turned his head and saw that it was the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria.

"You speak English?" said Fudge, in a very irritated tone, "but you make me gesticulate all day long!"

"Hey, that's fun!" said the Bulgarian minister, loosening his shoulders.

Finally, Lynch stood up. He got on his broom, kicked his feet, and jumped into the sky again. His recovery seemed to give the Irish team new confidence. When the referee blew his whistle again, the Chasers quickly organized an offensive. Their superb skills were never seen by a hundred thousand spectators.

After a tense and intense 15 minutes, the Irish team scored ten goals in a row. They chose to lead 130:10, and the game began to become unscrupulous.

As the Irish Seeker sprinted toward the goalposts again with the Quaffle under his arm, the Bulgarian keeper flew out to meet her—yes, the Irish Seeker was a girl.

It all happened so quickly that Hera didn't even see it clearly, but there was an angry yell from the Irish crowd and the referee blew a long, harsh whistle before he realized he had just fouled.

Hera waved her fist and said angrily, "Free throw! Free throw!"

He didn't notice at all that the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was not far away from him, had a face as black as coal—it was obvious that Hera was still cheering for Krum before, why did she stand on Ireland's side now?

He couldn't understand.

If he knew the result of Hera's betting, maybe he would understand it a little bit.

But with such nonsense gambling, he didn't believe that Hera would be a brainless idiot who likes to watch Jin Gallon play for nothing!
(End of this chapter)