Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 189 Unlucky Fudge

As it turns out, for those good teams, the broom isn't the deciding factor, at least not entirely.

After seeing the World Cup with his own eyes, Jemini realized that his previous thinking was still too simple.

For a Quidditch team, the Seeker is certainly important, but definitely not the most important.

Among the two teams competing for the championship, the average strength of the Irish team is much higher than that of the Bulgarian team.

Whether it is personal ability, style of play, or the intensity of the confrontation, the two sides are not on the same level. If it weren't for the Bulgarian team and Klum, then the end of this game would have been the same as before. It was doomed from the beginning.

The Irish team at this time is like the NBA in the previous life, exuding a brutal and domineering energy. Whether it is a strong charge or cooperation, their movements are very coordinated, as if they have a tacit understanding with each other.

Soon, the Irish team scored two more goals and the score reached 30:0.

The rivalry in the field became fiercer and more brutal, and the Bulgarian batsmen Volkov and Volkanov tried their best to hit the Bludgers on the Irish Chasers and try to stop them. They employ some of the best offensives.

Although the Irish team was forced to disperse twice, the offensive did not slow down.

Gathering is a mass of fire, scattered is a sky full of stars.

Probably due to the pressure brought by Krum, they just resisted the Bulgarian team's offensive impact and blocked the Quaffle again.

whoosh-

40: 0.

This is different from the original book. The Bulgarian team was obviously riding the Firebolt, but was suppressed even more tragically by the Irish team.

The Irish leprechauns danced cheerfully and laughed triumphantly, while the veela at the other end of the arena wrung out water with gloomy faces.

Bang!
At the other end of the arena, Lin Qi, the Irish team's seeker, was knocked to the ground by Krum's fake move, and the stands were immediately booed.

"Lonsky Fake - You can be fooled by such an obvious fake! You can't see the ball and you can't see the ground? Are you a fucking pig?!"

Less than 10 minutes into the game, he was tricked and smashed to the ground. The World Cup final?That's it?

Jemini already suspects that Lin Qi is an undercover agent sent by the other party.

His roar was clearly heard in the arena, and everyone heard it. Several members of the Irish team nodded apologetically in the direction of Jemini, but Lin Qi didn't hear it. He was so angry that he was thrown.

Jemini wasn't the angriest one. Behind him, Gwenog lifted a chair and tried to throw it on Lynch's head, but was stopped by the other girls in the Harpies - there were no substitutes in Quidditch As the saying goes, either admit defeat or fight to the death.

There was a pause in the game, doctors rushed to the field to treat Lynch, Krum flew into the air, and began to search for the Snitch undisturbed.

Although Lin Qi fell to the ground, the Irish players were not disturbed too much. They looked like they were bloody, and desperately prevented the Bulgarian team from scoring. Of course, it is not ruled out that they were forced by Jemini's pressure possibility.

Finally, when Lin Qi stood up again, the Irish team scored two more goals, but unfortunately, the Bulgarian team also ushered in a good start.

The veela on the other side of the field danced, but the dance soon stopped and Ireland scored again.

After 15 minutes, the Irish team scored nine goals in a row, leading by 150:10, and the game began to become unscrupulous.

Soon, the Bulgarian Chaser fouled, the Irish team made a free throw, and the Irish team scored.

The leprechauns composed various subtitles proudly, and the veela shook their hair angrily and began to dance.

"Oh... that's not okay." Ludo Bagman laughed: "The referee is fascinated, who will go up and slap the referee?"

In the arena, Hassan Mustafa has landed in front of the Veevas, flexing and stretching his limbs, showing off his muscles, and stroking his beard excitedly. An in-field doctor rushed into the arena with his ears plugged, His calf kicked hard.

The referee finally woke up. He looked very embarrassed and started yelling at the veela. The veela stopped dancing and looked very unconvinced.

"Maybe I made a mistake, Mustafa actually wanted to send the mascot of the Bulgarian team home!" Bagman said with a smile: "Oh, we have never seen such a situation, the game may become uncivilized gone."

On the field, the batters Volkov and Volkanov of the Bulgarian team fell to Mustafa twice, one left and one right. Immediately afterwards, a conflict broke out between the Bulgarian team and the referee. Unmoved by the protests, the referee blew his whistle by pointing his finger at the sky to signal them to take off again.

"Two free throws for Ireland!"

The leprechauns on the opposite side gloated: Hey!Hey!Hey!The words look cheap.

Inside the arena, the Bulgarian audience roared angrily.

"Volkov and Volkanov better get on the broomsticks... that's it...they get on it and Troy gets the Quaffle."

The process of the game became more and more fierce. The two batsmen of the Bulgarian team were crazy. They waved their sticks, regardless of whether they were hit by people or balls.

Dimitrov bumped directly into Moran.

"Foul!" the Irish fans shouted in unison.

The people in Jamie's box were already crazy. Harry was waving the Irish flag with a hoarse voice. Jamie didn't care about the image anymore. A few strands of his meticulously waxed hair were scattered in a mess. He held Shirley in one hand. Shoulder, bottle in one hand, yelling foul.

"Foul!" Ludo Bagman's sonorous voice sounded.

Inside the arena, the referee blew his whistle.

The leprechauns all rose into the air, and this time they turned into a giant hand, and made a very rude gesture towards the veela on the other side of the field: a middle finger.

The scene finally got out of control——

The veela stopped dancing and flew across the field and started throwing handfuls of magic fire at the leprechauns.

As Jemini watched, their faces began to elongate into pointed, beaked bird heads, and scaled wings were emerging from their shoulders.

The mascots of the two parties started fighting on the spot.

May [-]th officials from the Ministry poured into the arena one after another, trying to separate the veela from the leprechauns, but with little success.

But the mascots of both sides are very restrained-they only play below, and the game above the head is still going on!

Harry was holding the binoculars, looking up and down for a while.

"Molan scored again!"

Nobody bothered to cheer, the arena was filled with screams of veela, the crackling of wands of ministry officials, and the roar of angry Bulgarians.

Ireland are already on 180 points, while Bulgaria are just ten...

"I think...Jamini...I need your help." Fudge moved to Jamie's side in embarrassment: "The game has become a mess..."

Before Jemini could turn his head, Ireland's batsman Quigley smacked a bludger into Krum's face with all his might.

"yeah!!!"

There was a deafening groan from the audience, Jamie and Gwenog pumped their fists, and Fudge was knocked to the ground by Jamie's arm.

Then Jemini turned his head and looked around: "Who called me just now?"

　The second one today is more beeping~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)