Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 397 Is the End and the Beginning

The mascot of the Bulgarian team is good, and the Yishui Veela is quite eye-catching.

If the aspirations of all the men among the [-] wizards can be realized, then the game time will probably be postponed for a long time, because they are all reluctant to leave Veela.

Ireland's mascot is less lovable than Bulgaria's mascot.

Leprechauns are far inferior to Veela in terms of appearance and charm.

But obviously they also knew their shortcomings, so they scattered a lot of gold coins to try to lure them.

Although these fake gold Galleons that had been cast with magic could not fool adult wizards, they were still lovable and attracted many young wizards to snatch them up.

And when the mascots of the two teams played one after another, it was the turn of the players of the two teams.

When they played, there was a wave of shouts, and most people were very excited, even Abramovich couldn't help applauding.

Only Voldemort sat there dragging his cheeks, his eyes full of boredom.

Fortunately, there was Dumbledore. This old guy kept yelling like a child, which made Voldemort look a little more.

The game started not long after, and many wizards took out their panoramic binoculars to watch.

Voldemort also took one for fun, just to experience the operation of watching slow motion on it-he has considered adding this magic to the monocle, but he hasn't fully figured it out yet.

"Eagle head attacking formation, Ireland did a good job."

There were cheers not far away, and Voldemort turned his head to look, and found that it was an excited Draco.

He didn't know much about Quidditch, so he naturally didn't understand what Draco meant, but he could understand the general idea based on the literal understanding.

It should be something similar to the wild goose formation, but with a different name.

While thinking, Bagman's voice sounded again: "Troy scored! 10:0, the Irish team leads!"

"Lucius, are you interested in taking a gamble?" Abu beside him shouted excitedly to his son, "I think Ireland will win, the final victory."

Voldemort laughed when he heard that. Of course England would support Ireland, and he didn't think Lucius would have chosen differently.

Sure enough, Lucius quickly refused, because he was also more optimistic about Ireland.

"What do you think?" Abu hopefully asked Voldemort.

"Is there any bet?" Voldemort asked.

"How about a lone magic book?" Abu's eyes shone with a cunning light.

This guy, still doesn't want to donate more books to the Riddle Library.

"Yes, I bet on Ireland." Voldemort said without hesitation.

Abu, who just smiled when he heard "yes", suddenly froze in place.

"Well, I'm betting on Ireland too." Abu said with a bitter face.

"You choose the bet, I choose the team, it's fair, Senior Abramovich, you won't play tricks, right?" Voldemort looked at Abramovich playfully and asked.

Little Crouch, who was wearing a mask and witnessed the whole process, laughed. This guy felt that the betting between the two was more exciting than the football game.

"Uh... okay, okay."

Abramovich reluctantly agreed, and then began to cheer for Bulgaria secretly in his heart.

But what's the use of that, Voldemort already knew the answer.

After 10 minutes, Ireland scored two more goals to rewrite the score to 30:0.

Abu's complexion became more and more ugly, maybe his intestines were green with regret.

As time passed, the competition became more intense and cruel.

The Bulgarian batsmen, who were behind, began to hit the Bludger vigorously. Looking at the posture, they wished that the Bludger would hit the opponent's chaser directly.

With their unremitting efforts, the Bulgarian team finally ushered in their first goal.

"Close your eyes, Draco, close your eyes." Lucius called to Draco amid the cheers of the crowd.

Draco, who was still depressed, obviously didn't notice, so he was soon seduced by the dancing veela.

Voldemort looked at Draco curiously, wishing he could have a Legilimency to see who the child's imaginary face belonged to.

While he was studying Draco, the famous Bulgarian Chaser Krum used a fake move, and the tricked Irish Chaser Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground.

"madness."

Voldemort spat out two words, and commented on Lin Qi who was weak in strength and weak in mental attributes.

If he were to compete—of course that's impossible—he would hit or pull the opponent the moment he was about to hit the ground, at least he wouldn't bear all the pain alone.

That might be called a foul, but certainly not an ejection.

Moreover, it can also let the other party know that he is not easy to mess with.

Sports competition, especially this kind of competition with a strong team and a large enough venue, is an indispensable means to properly show strength.

There are many such dirty coins on the football field. They are the devil of the enemy and the angel of one's own people.

Lin Qi was not injured, he returned to the game soon, and the game continued.

After the episode just now, Ireland played even more aggressively.

Their Chasers aren't great, but they're pretty good elsewhere.

Soon, they led by 130:10, and the game began from this time, becoming unscrupulous.

Watching the frantic collision of these people in rapid flight, Voldemort began to feel a little interesting.

The audience began to curse and abuse because of their different positions.

Just like a football game, before the final victory comes, everyone is a devil in the eyes of the other side.

The stadium with 10 people boiled like an oven, which made the players on the field more and more irrational.

And the person who is least willing to face this kind of situation is probably the referee who is also flying on the court but does not belong to any team.

It is estimated that he will be driven crazy.

And soon everyone saw that he seemed to be really crazy.

This guy named Hassan Musta actually landed on the ground, ran to dance in front of Veela, showed off his muscles, and stroked his beard excitedly.

This caused a lot of laughter at the scene, until the doctor in the field ran up and kicked him, and the farce ended.

Not long after this incident, Lin Qi discovered the Golden Snitch, and he rushed up quickly, but Krum of Bulgaria was obviously more capable.

He surpassed Lin Qi with superb skills, and under the interference of the other party, he picked up the Golden Snitch at the cost of bloody nose.

At this point, the game is officially over.

"Who would have thought that Krum won, but Bulgaria lost, haha." Abramovich said gloatingly.

At the same time, the Irish national anthem was played from all directions, and the leprechauns excitedly began to throw gold coins again.

"Now, the Irish players circle the field in the company of their mascots, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the VIP seats!" said Bagman's bell-like voice.

Dazzling glare suddenly appeared in the VIP seats, causing all the audience to look here.

At this moment, Voldemort slowly got up, took off the extremely childish toy on his face and threw it aside.

"It's time, it's my turn to play."

He whispered, and tapped his foot lightly.

(End of this chapter)