Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 188 The Game Begins

Jemini was whistling, and the faces of Harry, Ron and Draco beside him were full of surprise.

The skin of the veela is like the moon, glowing with a bright and soft light, the long and smooth hair flows behind it without wind, and the delicate face is not like a real person, just like elves who have come out of a story.

The music suddenly sounded, and the boys beside Jemini fell into a daze.

Fred and George's eyes were a little red, and the two of them suddenly stood still, their faces struggling, as if they were engaged in some difficult struggle.

And the three of Harry—they seemed to be thinking of something beautiful.

A bewitching magic came quietly towards Jemini, and Jemini snorted softly, sweeping over with a touch of coercion, crushing the magic directly.

Harry beside him didn't have such good luck. He moved slowly, with one leg straddling the railing, and Ron simply stood directly on the railing, as if to dive into the water.

Draco was a gentleman, and he looked like he was going to take off his clothes before jumping off.

"What are they doing?" Hermione frowned suspiciously.

"Being fascinated by veela, you know, veela is born with charm magic, if you are not prepared, you will be caught directly." Jemini took out his camera, clicked on the three of them, and took a picture of their heroic.

The organizers obviously also realized that the veela were indiscriminately discharging electricity, they stopped the music of the dancers directly, and the three of Harry woke up.

The stadium was full of angry roars, and people were unwilling to leave the veela. At the same time, most wizards who supported the Irish team suddenly turned to the Bulgarian team, and some impatient ones even began to tear off the Irish team's clover logo.

Ron had already torn it apart, but was stopped by Mr. Weasley who rushed over.

He looked at Ron and Harry gently: "I guessed that you would be affected, but I think you will need this thing later."

The two finally came back to their senses...

"The performance just now was wonderful, wasn't it? For example, Harry was excited to jump off the railing, Ron was about to dive, and Draco was undressing—"

With a gentle smile on his face, Jemini took out a few photos: "Come and see, Harry's mouth is still drooling, tsk tsk, so cute~"

"How much I bought it, thank you..." Harry rushed over in embarrassment.

It was easy for Jemini to receive twenty Galleons.

The time was short, and he only took two or three pictures, otherwise he would have sold fifty Galleons anyway. Beside him, Hermione reluctantly pulled Harry back to his seat to prevent him from jumping out again.

"Now, raise your wand in the air and welcome the Mascot of the Irish National Team!"

Ludo's voice rang out over the stadium, and then, whoosh, a huge, green and gold thing flew into the stadium like a giant comet.

The thing flew around the stadium, split into two smaller comets, and rushed towards a set of goalposts. Suddenly, an arching rainbow appeared across the field, connecting the two large, shining balls. .

It was like watching a firework show as the crowd erupted in deafening cheers.

At the same time, the rainbow disappeared, and the shining balls connected and blended together, forming a huge, dazzling clover.

The clover flew high and began to hover in the sky. Thousands of golden lights scattered from the clover to the auditorium, like golden raindrops.

Jemini could see clearly that the golden raindrops were made of gold coins.

"Great!" Ron yelled loudly, frantically snatching the gold coins that fell in the box.

Jamie looked unmoved.

"Here! I'll pay you back! Haha!" Ron grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed them into Harry's arms, probably to pay back the money Harry bought him for the telescope and the money for the photo just now.

"Why don't you snatch it?" Hermione caught a few fallen gold coins, looked at Jemini and laughed, "I thought you would control everyone at this time, and then possess all the gold coins by yourself."

"The things conjured by magic are just for your enjoyment." Jemini whispered, "It will disappear in two days."

Hermione understood, no wonder the guy looked so calm.

After a long time, the huge clover in the sky finally disappeared, and the Irish leprechauns that made up the clover also slowly landed on the field, and sat down cross-legged opposite the veela, ready to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team! Let me introduce you - Dimitrov!"

Bulgarian fans cheered wildly from the stands as a red figure flew from the stadium entrance onto the field on a broomstick.

"Ivanova!"

"Zoglav! Fletsky! Volkanov! Volkov! Next - Krum!"

"It's him! It's him—"

Ron uttered a heart-piercing and fanatical roar, and his panoramic binoculars desperately chased Krum's figure.

Jemini just opened the Sangouyu Sharingan, and he clearly saw the situation in the arena.

Viktor Krum is dark and thin, with sallow skin, a big aquiline nose, and two thick black eyebrows. He looks completely different from the one in the movie, and his overly mature face makes him It's hard for Jemini to believe he only has one now.

Jamie frowned, these guys were riding Firebolts...

In the original book, they didn't ride the Firebolt, but now that the Firebolt has spread in Europe, many national teams have ridden the Firebolt. Obviously, the Bulgarian team is not stupid.

This made Jemini a little bit uncertain, maybe they might not lose this time.

"Now, please welcome—the Irish Quidditch National Team!" Bagman shouted loudly: "It is—Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And — Lynch!"

"And our referee today, the well-respected president of the International Quidditch Federation, Hassan Mustafa, flew all the way from Egypt!"

A small, lean wizard, dressed in golden robes, was bald on the top of his head, but had a bushy beard.

A silver whistle protruded from under his beard, and he carried a large wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other.

Then he got on his broomstick, kicked the wooden box open, and the four balls flew into the air at once, and then Mustas blew his whistle and followed the balls into the air.

The game is on!

The Irish players snatched the Quaffle almost immediately, and then, pass, pass, pass.

The Quaffle was passed by the players of the Irish team, and Ludo Bagman, the commentator, only had time to call out their names.

"Eagle head offensive formation..." Jemini raised his eyebrows.

Among the people present, he was probably the only one who could clearly follow the progress of the game with his gaze.

Sudden--

"Troy scored!" Bagman shouted loudly, and the audience immediately cheered.

"10:0, the Irish team leads!"

　Today's first more humming~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)