Hogwarts Shippuden

As Ludo's voice spread throughout the venue, 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.

Hermione was holding a fringed velvet-covered game manual in her hand, and Hermione looked at the field in front of her expectantly.

"The book says there will be a performance of the team mascot before the game."

Xiao Nan covered his mouth and chuckled, looking past Kyle to Hermione, "Do you know what the mascot of the Bulgarian national team is?"

Hermione gave her a puzzled look.

"Quietly tell you," Xiao Nan said to Hermione, but she stared at Kyle with a smile, "The mascot of their team is Veela."

Hearing Xiao Nan's words, Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief, and then she stared at Kyle with an expression similar to Xiao Nan's, as if she wanted to see something strange on his face.

"What is a veela?" Harry's curious voice drifted from behind.

Sensing that there was a death gaze staring at him on the left and right, Kyle's face turned straight.

"It's just an ordinary magical animal. I gave one to Mr. Newt before."

After a pause, Kyle added, "As a Christmas present."

His eyes avoided Hermione and Xiao Nan, and floated to Harry in the back seat, "If you want, I can give you one, even ten or twenty."

"No, no," Harry quickly refused, "thank you for your kindness."

Harry knew the little devil's urination, and knew that he had absolutely no good intentions when he said this, so he wouldn't be fooled.

Because Kyle didn't hide his voice in the slightest when he spoke, even if the venue was noisy, Ron and Mr. Weasley next to him clearly took Kyle's words into their ears.

Remembering the beauty of Veela, Ron swallowed quietly.

He wanted to tell Harry that if you didn't want it, you could just pass it on to me.

If he could sit on twenty veelas...

Uh, then he probably won't last until the sun rises the next day, and he's already dead, the kind that doesn't have a drop of bodily fluids.

Mr. Weasley also swallowed furtively, and although his movements were very secretive, the sharp-eyed Mrs. Weasley was caught.

A black hand immediately climbed onto the soft flesh around his waist, and Mr. Weasley's face froze.

He turned his head stiffly, looking at Mrs. Weasley with three-part confusion, three-part doubt and four-part pitiful look in his eyes.

"Molly?"

Feeling that the black hand around his waist was slowly withdrawn, Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, stop gossip," Ludo's voice echoed above the stadium, "Please 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.

Harry's eyes widened as a hundred veelas slid down the field.

You tm tell me this is a magical beast?

Their skin was as soft as the moon, and their hair like a waterfall fluttered at the back of their heads...

Taking off his eyes and rubbing them on his clothes, the old man told Harry to put them back on impatiently.

But then, he remembered that he still has a pair of telescopes.

Ignoring the gaffe, Harry picked up the binoculars, revealing the old man's appearance.

However, no one noticed Harry's gaffe, because the people next to him also focused all their attention on the group of veelas.

The few who weren't fascinated by Veela didn't even bother to care about him.

Kyle was covered by Hermione and Xiao Nan alone, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were not interested in Veela at all.

As for Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Diggory, they were busy staring at their husbands with death eyes.

As the music played, the veela began to dance.

Harry's mind went blank in an instant, and he felt nothing but an overwhelming joy.

Some wild, formless thoughts began to swirl in Harry's dizzy mind.

He suddenly wanted to do some crazy things to get the attention of those veelas, like jumping from the box into the gym would be nice.

Before he could put his thoughts into action, a light cough sounded in the box.

Grindelwald's voice was soft, but it sounded like a bell to Harry.

In an instant, all the crazy thoughts in Harry's mind were expelled, and he blinked blankly, wondering what he was about to do.

Thinking back on those crazy thoughts just now, Harry blushed instantly, but he recovered quickly.

After all, those thoughts just stayed in his mind, but Ron was different. At this time, Ron had rushed to the front of the box and put one leg on the fence in front of the box and was about to jump down.

Of the twenty or so people in the box, Ron was the one who responded the most.

Everyone else stayed safe and sound in their seats, not moving.

In an instant, the Quidditch World Cup became the scene of Ron's death.

Covering his face, he returned to his seat sullenly, and Ron could not wait to hit a blasting spell to smash a hole in the floor of the box and get in.

He really would have done it if he hadn't been able to afford the floor money.

"Ron," said George's malicious voice drifting from the side, "you really should get a girlfriend."

Fred took George's words and stabbed a knife in Ron's weak heart, "Having a girlfriend doesn't have such a big reaction just by seeing Veela dancing."

Since the audience in the entire venue was still immersed in the Veela dance at this time, the venue seemed very quiet except for the music that accompanied the Veela dancing.

The words of George and Fred can basically be heard from the whole box

There are too many bamboo shoots~www.NovelMTL.com~ The bamboo shoots on the mountain are all taken by these two people.

"Pfft..." Ginny stopped in Bengbu immediately. She was so worried about maintaining the image of a lady in front of Harry that she tried hard to hold back her smile, but in the end she failed, "Hahahahaha..."

Ginny's laughter was contagious, and Percy, who was always serious and stereotyped, also failed.

Then came Kyle, Charlie, Bill... Finally, even Grindelwald and Dumbledore couldn't help laughing softly.

Ron's face flushed red, and the blue veins burst out on his forehead.

He wanted to stand up and refute the twin brothers' words, but after holding it back for a long time, he couldn't figure out what words he should use to fight back.

In the end, Mrs. Weasley, who was sitting directly behind the twin brothers, stood up and gave the two of them a head-scratcher, which was considered a relief for Ron...

It doesn't seem to be a relief.

After all, Ron was still in embarrassment and couldn't extricate himself.