Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 54 World Cup Events

Hilbert and the others boarded the carriage and were cast with the Infinite Stretching Curse. Many people had excited expressions on their faces. Only Mrs. Shafik did not go because her health did not allow her to move around, so She decides to have a boudoir exchange with her young friend Lolita Longbottom (Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom).

Driven by the six flying horses, the carriage drove into the air, but the inside of the carriage was extremely stable, as if the carriage had never moved. Taoist Lingxu put on his favorite robe and communicated with Brian about this year's security Work.Taoist Lingxu had a premonition that this year would not be peaceful, and his unicorn was extremely irritable these days, and refused to eat feed.

An hour later, the carriage finally arrived at the destination. As soon as we got off the carriage, many Muggles poured out from all directions, vying to ask if we want to rent a tent... Brian took his wife's hand and beckoned the children to follow him .They trudged across the misty camp, between two long rows of tents.Most of the tents don't look special, obviously their owners took pains to make them as similar as possible to Muggle tents, but some accidentally overdid it, adding chimneys and bells. Rope or weather vane, make neither fish nor fowl.However, occasionally there are a few tents, which can be seen to be enchanted at a glance, "Here are poor wizards who can't afford to rent Muggle tents. It's too cheap to talk to these people." Brian Walking and talking.Passing through the people camping at the site, the Shafiq family and his party came to the luxury tent specially prepared for them.It is equipped with all kinds of furniture and facilities.

"Father, can I invite the Weasleys to come over and Harry Potter!" Aleena trotted to her father and said.

"And Daphne and the others!"

"Okay, buy them breakfast. Their tent is 500 meters southeast. Hurry up!"

"Thank you dad."

At this time, the sun had just risen, and the mist gradually dispersed. They saw tents in all directions, and they could not see the end at a glance.They walked slowly among the tents, looking around with interest.Only then did Taoist Lingxu realize that there were so many male and female wizards in the world, and he had never seriously thought about wizards from other countries before.

Allen Lina took Hilbert's hand and walked towards the southeast quickly.Many of them came with their families and children.I saw a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand in his hand, happily stabbing a slug on the grass, and the slug slowly swelled to the size of a sausage.As they approached him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin? You mustn't - touch - your dad's - wand again - ouch!"

She stepped on the giant slug, which exploded with a loud pop.They had gone a long way, and they heard her cry in the still air, mingled with the cry of the little boy—"You stomped the worm! You stomped the worm!"

From time to time, adult wizards could be seen emerging from their tents and starting to make breakfast.Some peeked furtively, lighting fires with wands;Three African male wizards, all in long white robes, were sitting solemnly talking about something that looked like a hare roasting over a blazing purple fire.Another group of middle-aged American male wizards sat talking and laughing, a shiny banner hung high between their tents: Salem School of Wizardry.Hilbert heard fragments of conversation from the tents they passed, in a strange language he couldn't understand a word of, but everyone's voices were excited.

When they arrived at the tent of the Weasley family, Hilbert finally brought the big family over with all his talk.

"Hello, Director!"

"Oh, don't say that, my brother has more experience than me. The little girl is impatient and likes to be lively, so she brought him here, and I'm causing you trouble."

Mrs. Weasley was sitting at breakfast with Hilbert Alaina's mother, Mrs. Shafik.Mrs. Shafik also consulted Mrs. Weasley from time to time.

After a while, Daphne and Astoria's family of four came.Here, there is only discussion of the Quidditch World Cup and some housework.Percy wasn't here to accompany Barty Crouch on business, but it was just right for him.

The three ladies were discussing cooking skills and some matters that women only discussed, and the three gentlemen were discussing the item-by-item matters of this year's Ministry of Magic.Eleven children were playing like crazy.Lunch was eaten in the Weasleys' tent, after which everyone went to sleep in preparation for the Quidditch World Cup in the evening.

In the evening, in the auditorium, Ludo Bagman, Director of Sports of the Ministry of Magic, made bets in various places.Bet on which country will score the first goal?
"Arthur, old chap," he said, panting, coming to the fire, "what a fine day, isn't it? What a fine day! Where can I find such weather! There must be no clouds at night. . . . The whole preparation Well organized... I don't have much to do!" Percy stepped forward hastily, holding out his hand.Apparently he didn't like the way Ludo Bagman was running his department, but that didn't stop him from wanting to make a good impression.

"Ah - yes," said Mr. Weasley, laughing, "this is my son Percy. Just started working at the Ministry - this is Fred - no, it's George, sorry - that's Fred Red - Bill, Charlie, Ron - my daughter Ginny - this is Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

Hearing Harry's name, Bagman showed a slightly surprised look, and his eyes immediately flicked to the scar on Harry's forehead, which Harry was used to.

"Let me introduce you," continued Mr. Weasley, "this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is. The Director of Sports

"Want to bet on the match, Arthur?" he asked eagerly, jingling the pockets of his yellow and black robe, which seemed to contain a good deal of gold coins. "I've persuaded Roddy Pontene and I bet he said Bulgaria would score the first goal - I put him at good odds considering Ireland's number three striker is the best I've seen in years - Agatha Jr Timms bet half her eel farm stock that the race would last a week."

"Oh... well then," said Mr. Weasley, "let me see... I'll bet a Galleon on Ireland, okay?"

"A Garen?" Ludo Bagman seemed a little disappointed, but quickly regained his interest. "Very good, very good...Is there anyone else who wants to bet?"

"They're too young to gamble," said Mr. Weasley. "Molly wouldn't want to—"

"We're betting thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, and three Knuts," said Fred, as he and George quickly pulled out their money, "to bet on Ireland—but Victor Crew Tom will catch the Snitch. Oh, and we'll add a fake wand."

"I'll offer [-] Galleons for me and Ron Harry, [-] Galleons each. I'll bet Krum wins!" Hilbert said running from above to below. "My child," said Mr. Weasley in a low voice, "I don't want you to gamble... it's all your savings... your mother—"

"Don't spoil the fun, Arthur!" said Ludo Bagman gruffly, jingling the money in his pockets excitedly. "They're old enough to know what they want! You think Ireland will Win, but Krum catches the Snitch? No way, boys, no way... I'm giving you good odds... Add the five Galleons you got for that funny wand, so , are we..."

"I also bet on Krum's win!" Taoist Lingxu walked over and offered fifty Galleons.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, are you the Chinese professor?"

"It's my lord. It's a pleasure to meet Mr. Director."

"Any news from Pertha Jorkins, Ludo?" Mr. Weasley asked after Bagman sat down on the grass beside them.

"Not even a shadow," Bagman said carelessly, "but don't worry, she'll show up. Poor old Bertha . Believe it or not, one day in October, she’d wander back to the office thinking it was still July.”

"You don't need to look for her. She is already dead!" Taoist Lingxu said

"What?" Weasley stood up with a thud.

"She was killed by Voldemort. I did a divination before I came. This year is not safe."

"Looks like I'll have to ask the Minister to step up security." Ludo Bagman ran towards Cornelius Fudge's tent.As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.At dusk, even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.As night fell like a curtain over hundreds of eagerly awaiting wizards, the last vestiges of camouflage disappeared: the Ministry seemed to bow to the inevitable and stop fighting people and let those who were clearly using magic Signs are popping up here and there.

Every few steps, phantom peddlers descended from the sky, holding trays and signing carts, and pushing carts full of strange things.There were glowing rosettes—green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria—that screeched the names of the players; green tall hats decorated with shamrocks dancing in the wind; Bulgarian sash, The lion on it can really roar; there are the national flags of the two countries, which will play their respective national anthems when they are waved; there are also small models of Firebolts that can really fly; Walking up and down on the palm of his hand, a smug air.

"I've saved my pocket money all summer for this," Ron said to Harry while shopping for souvenirs as the three walked leisurely through the hawkers.Ron bought a dancing shamrock hat and a big green rose badge, but he also bought a small statuette of Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.The tiny Krum walked up and down in Ron's hand, frowning at the green badge above him.

"Ron, listen to Harry, you want an autographed photo of Krum?"

"I want it even in my dreams. Krum's autograph has been sold for a hundred Galleons. Merlin's beard."

"Wow, look at these!" said Harry, rushing to a cart with what looked like binoculars piled high, but covered with all sorts of weird knobs and dials .

"Panoramic binoculars," the wizard peddler enthusiastically promoted, "you can replay the picture...in slow motion...if necessary, it can also quickly flash out the analysis of the game situation. Let's make a deal—ten Galleons a piece. "

"I wish I didn't buy this." Ron glanced at his dancing clover hat, and stared at the panoramic telescope.

"Buy three." Harry said to the wizard without hesitation. "Hey! And me and Daphne. Harry!"

"If you have money, you can buy it yourself."

"Don't - don't bother," said Ron, flushing.He knew that Harry had inherited a small fortune from his parents and was much richer than he was, and he was always sensitive to that fact.

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone clutched their purchases and walked quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.They could hear hundreds of people moving about, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.The feverish excitement was contagious, and Harry couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.They walked for 10 minutes through the woods, talking and joking loudly, and finally emerged on the other side of the woods when they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium.Harry could only see part of the magnificent golden wall that surrounded the arena, but he could see that ten cathedrals could fit within it.

"It can accommodate one hundred thousand spectators." Mr. Weasley said seeing the astonished expression on Harry's face. "The [-] staff of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. Every inch of the place has been cursed to expel Muggles. During this year, whenever Muggles approached here, they would suddenly think of urgent matters and hurriedly Go away...God bless them," he said lovingly, leading the way to the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by screaming wizards.

Hilbert parted with them and went to his VIP seat. The Weasleys refunded the previous three-level tickets and sat on the middle-level tickets.

"Hey, there's still ice cream and soda!" Ginny said, taking it out of the back freezer.

"Are you all ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister—can we begin?"

"Get started, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Ludo drew his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "Loud!" Then his words echoed like thunder through the packed arena.His voice echoed above their heads, resounding to every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause.Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, the scene was really lively.On the blackboard across from them, the last line of advertising (Bibi's Beans - every bite is an adventure!) has been erased and now reads: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stand was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

"I don't know what they brought." Mr. Shafiq said, leaning out from his seat. "Ah!" He took off his glasses abruptly, and hurriedly wiped them on his robe, "Vela!"

"Oh my god, it's Veela, brother, look quickly."

Hilbert tried not to look at those veela.He has already experienced the charm of the mixed-race Veela Furong, and he is afraid that he will really be tricked this time.

All the men started dancing involuntarily.Even Taoist Lingxu is no exception.

Hilbert turned his head and drank iced grape juice.An icy cold sensation filled the body.Hilbert suddenly groaned comfortably.

The music stopped.

The stadium was filled with angry howls.People don't want Veela to leave.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I introduce - Dimitrov!"

A figure in red on a broomstick flew into the arena through a portal below, so fast it was impossible to see.He won rapturous applause from the Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

A second figure in a bright red robe flew out.

"Zograf! Levsky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next - Krum!"

"Look, it's Krum, Viktor Krum!" Aleena, Daphne, and Astoria screamed excitedly.

"And now, please welcome—the Irish National Quidditch Team!" cried Bagman loudly, "and here comes—Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And—yet — and — Lynch!”

Seven fuzzy green figures flew towards the arena, "And our referee today, the president of the International Quidditch Federation who flew all the way from Egypt, Hassan Mustafa!"

A short, lean wizard in robes of solid gold to match the color of the gymnasium strode across the field.Mustafa mounted his broomstick and kicked the box away—four balls shot into the air at once: a bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and a very small A small, winged golden snitch (Taoist Lingxu just caught a glimpse of it and it flew away without a trace).Musta whistled and followed the balls into the air.

"Eaglehead formation," he read, and at the same time saw the three Irish Chasers galloping close together, Troy in the middle and Mallett and Moran a little ahead, all three closing in on the Bulgarians.Then, the words "Boskov Tactics" flashed on the camera, and Troy took the Quaffle and pretended to charge upwards, diverted the Bulgarian Chaser Ivanova, and then threw the ball to Moran.Volkov, one of the Bulgarian batsmen, smacked the incoming Bludger hard with the stub in his hand and sent it toward Moran; The Quaffle, caught by Levsky hovering below—

"Troy scored!" Bagman roared loudly, and the audience cheered and cheered, making the stadium tremble, "10-0, Ireland leads!"

One hundred thousand wizards held their breath as they watched the two Seekers - Krum and Lynch - descend amidst the Chasers so fast, it was as if they had jumped out of a plane without a parachute .All followed their fall through the panorama, squinting for the Snitch—

After another tense and intense 15 minutes, the Irish team scored another ten goals in succession.They are now leading 130:10, and the game is starting to get unscrupulous.

As Mallette sprinted toward the goalposts again with the Quaffle under her arm, Bulgarian goalkeeper Zograf flew out to meet her.It all happened too quickly for anyone to see clearly, but there was an angry yell from the Irish audience and Mustafa let out a long, piercing whistle before he realized that there had been a foul.

"Where is the golden snitch, where is the golden snitch?" Astoria, who was sitting over there, shouted.

"He caught—Krum caught—game over!" Daphne yelled.

Krum's bright red robes were speckled with nosebleeds.He lightly rose into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170 flashed on the scoreboard, and the audience didn't seem to realize what was going on.Then, slowly, like a jumbo jet accelerating, the Irish supporters grew louder and louder, culminating in countless shouts of joy.

"Ireland won!" exclaimed Bagman, who liked Ireland, and seemed dazed by the sudden end of the game, "Krum caught the Snitch - but Ireland won - God, I think No one expected it to end like this!"

"My Galleon! Hilbert, you idiot, give me back 50 Galleons!" Daphne thumped Hilbert's chest angrily.

(End of this chapter)