HP Magic Biography

Tro scored! Bagmon yelled, and the stadium erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Ten to zero, Ireland lead!

What? shouted Harry, looking through the binoculars, but Lyons just caught the Quaffle!

Harry, if you don't watch at normal speed, you'll miss a lot of the highlights!

Fan Lin said that he was a little helpless, he was not interested in Quidditch, just like what Hermione said, Fan Lin would rather put himself in the pile of spells...at least in Hermione's eyes.

However, for mischief or something, Fred and George are also a good choice.

As for Hermione, she was dancing with glee, flailing her arms vigorously as Tello scored.

Harry looked over the binoculars quickly and saw that the watching elf had risen into the air again, forming a huge glowing shamrock.

On the other side of the field, Veela was watching sullenly.

When the game started again, Harry angrily adjusted the speed of the telescope back to normal.

Harry discovered through the telescope that the Irish Chasers were really good. The cooperation between their teams is perfect, seeing each other's position, you can think of what he wants to do.

The rosette on Harry's chest squeaked their names: Tro! Mollette! Moran!

The surrounding atmosphere began to fall into frenzy, and Fan Lin... well, he could understand it, but that was all.

He didn't mind joining in the party, though, and it was great atmosphere.

There were bursts of cheers, and then, within ten minutes, the Irish team scored two more points, rewriting their score to thirty to zero, leading by thirty points! And their supporters continued to send out wave after wave of deafening cheers and applause.

The races are getting faster and more violent. The Bulgarian batsmen, Folkov and Vilconu, hit the Bludgers hard at the Irish chasers, hoping to knock down a man or two, and they also began to impede the movement of the Irish group.

Twice Ireland were forced to scatter and in the end it was Evanu who finally broke through their formation, avoiding goalkeeper Ryan to score Bulgaria's first point.

Harry closed his eyes too.

He wants to focus on the game. After a few seconds, he glanced at the square to see that the veela had stopped dancing and that the Bulgarians were once again holding Quaffles.

Dimitri! Lesky! Dimitri! Dimitri, oh, I say...

Bagmon yelled loudly.

Bagmon yelled loudly.

Nearly a hundred thousand witches and wizards stopped breathing as the two Seekers Krum and Linko plummeted among the Chasers, looking as if they had jumped out of a plane without landing.

Harry watched them fall through the binoculars, and Harry wanted to see where the Snitch was.

They're about to fall to the ground! Fan Lin said calmly.

Hermione screamed beside Fan Lin.

How? Harry asked in disbelief.

This is a trap. Fan Lin nodded and said.

Harry held his breath.

In the last second, Viktor Krum spun around from the fall and controlled himself, and Lin Ke hit the ground hard, and the sound could be heard throughout the stadium.

There was a loud groan from the Irishman's seat.

Fool! lamented Mr. Weasley. Krum cheating!

Intermission! Bagman yelled, and a trained Wushang doctor rushed into the square to examine Aidan. Lin Ke!

How do you know? Harry swallowed.

Eagle Eye plus magic capture, Fan Lin said, there is no golden snitch fluctuation at all. It's just that Lin Ke is too nervous, and all his attention is on Krum.

Harry noticed that Fan Lin's eyes had turned completely blue.

Perhaps it was some strange magic.

He'll be fine! Just a broken back! Charlie assured Ginny, who was rushing to the front of the box, watching nervously, terrified.

Of course this is the result Klum wants!

Fan Lin said.

Harry hastily pressed the Replay button on the telescope, rotated the dial to control the speed, and then put the telescope in front of his eyes.

He watched the whereabouts of Krum and Linko in slow motion.

A line of purple words Cheat! A very dangerous searcher's decision! was displayed on the camera.

He saw Linko hit all the attention as Krum started to fall, and eyes were on Krum.

And Krum looked as if he didn't use a broom, it seemed that he had no support, no weight at all.

Harry adjusted his telescope back to normal, and aimed it at Krum. He was circling above Lin Ke, and the witch doctor was feeding Lin Ke a cup of potion.

Harry was watching his face carefully and saw that his dark eyes were cast to the ground a hundred feet below. He was using the time Lin Ke was in therapy to find the Snitch, undisturbed at all.

Lin Ke finally stood up again, mounted his broom, and went back into the air again. Supporters dressed in green cheered loudly. His recovery has added confidence to the Irish team. When Mostov blew his whistle again, the Chasers were racing through the air at a speed Harry had never seen before.

The competition continued, and it was impossible for a world-class competition to stop because of this, even Hogwarts.

Broken bones aren't a big deal in the wizarding world, it's just a little more painful.

In fifteen minutes of super-speedy action, Ireland scored ten more times to extend the gap. They are now 130 to 10 ahead. The competition started to get more intense.

Bulgaria's goalkeeper Chow Greif clamped his arms tightly on the Kovre ball flying towards her as Mourit threw the ball into the net again.

It all happened so fast that Harry hadn't even seen it clearly. But the Irishmen screamed angrily, and Mr. Mostoff's long whistle told him it was a foul.

Mostov fouled the Bulgarian goalkeeper, she used her elbow! Mr Bagmon yelled to the audience. By the way, the Irish team takes a penalty kick!

Seeing Morritte being fouled, the elves rose angrily into the air like a swarm of glowing bumblebees, forming the words HA! HA! HA!

The veela on the other side of the square also jumped up, shaking their hair angrily, and they started dancing again, accompanied by veela singing, gifted magic.

What a bunch of restless creatures, these veela.

Fan Lin had some headaches, he could be completely undisturbed, but this did not mean that all the wizards present were like this.

At Van Lin's reminder, all the Weasley boys and Harry stuffed their fingers into their ears.

But Hermione didn't need to do that, she tugged at Varin's hand. He turned to look at her, and she straightened Fan Lin's head impatiently.

Look at that referee! she whispered.

Following Hermione's guidance, Fan Lin looked towards the square. And Harry never left.

Hessen Mostov landed in front of the dancing veela, his movements were very strange. He flexed his arms, showing his muscles, and stroked his beard with great excitement.

This referee has been charmed, it's a Veela method. Fan Lin said, this is the innate skill of all beautiful creatures, as long as you have a girly heart that can be moved... the old man?

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It can't be like this now! Luther Bagmon said, although he sounded very excited, but...

Can someone hit the referee hard?

The witch doctor crossed the square, and he also stuck his fingers in his ears. He kicked Mostov hard.

Mostev seemed much more awake, and he was yelling at the veela who had stopped dancing and looked angry.

If I'm not mistaken, Mostov is trying to expel the mascot of the Bulgarian team! Mr. Bagmon's voice sounded, What is happening now is something we have never met before, oh, it will become Very bad.

As expected, the Bulgarian Chasers Folkov and Vilconu fell on either side of Mostov and began to argue with him very angrily, pointing at the happy formation of Hee! Hee! Hee! Lettering dwarf.

Mostev ignored the Bulgarians' arguments.

He pointed to the sky and told them to go back into the sky again. When they refused, he gave two short whistles.

Trust me, this is going to get messy.

Fan Lin said, These Bulgarians lost, even though their hunters were excellent, but it was only one hundred and fifty points. Fan Lin said, this is no different from the passage in memory.

Hermione nodded, and Harry... he was still plugging his ears, looking a little scared.

Two penalties for Ireland! Bagman yelled, as the Bulgarian crowd roared angrily.

Now Volkoff and Vilconu better get back on the broom. Well, they're gone, and now Tro with the Quaffle...

The game is now entering a state of extreme brutality. Chasers and hitters on both teams attacked each other without mercy: Folkov and Vilconu, in particular, didn't seem to care at all whether their sticks hit Bludgers or people. Dimitri fell straight into Moran holding the Quaffle, causing her to nearly fall off her broom.

Foul! When an Irish supporter yelled out, all the Irish supporters stood up, forming a green wave.

Foul! Luther's emphatic voice sounded back to Bagmon. Dimitri brushed past Moran and slammed into her recklessly, that should have been another penalty! Yes, the whistle blew!

The gnomes rose into the air again, and this time they formed a giant hand, a sign of rudeness to the Veela on the opposite side. At this point, the veela lost control, and they crossed the square, throwing what looked like fireballs at the elves.

Harry saw all this through his binoculars, and now he didn't think Meera was beautiful at all. Instead, their lids elongated into pointed beaks, and their scaly wings burst from their shoulders.

Son, that's why you can't watch alone, said Mr. Weasley, looking down at the commotional crowd below.

Wizarding officials flocked to the venue to separate the veela from the elves, but were unsuccessful. Meanwhile, the fighting below did not affect those above.

Harry hastened to use his binoculars again to watch the aerial game. The Quaffle passed like a bullet into another person's hand.

Leski-Dimitri-Molan-Tro-Morrite-Avenu pass to Moran, Moran, Moran score!

But it was almost impossible to hear the cheers of the Irish supporters because of the screams of the veela, the sound of the wands of the cabinet members, and the angry roar of the Bulgarians.

Immediately the game resumed, and now Leski had the Quaffle.

Irish attacker Carey slams the flying Bludger hard at Krum.

Krum didn't have time to lower his head when the Bludger hit him hard in the face.

There were loud groans from the crowd. Krum's nose seemed to be broken and was bleeding, but Heisen Mostov didn't whistle. He was distracted just now.

Irish supporters thought he couldn't be blamed because a veela had just thrown a fireball at him and the end of his broom caught fire.

Still, Harry hoped someone would realize that Krum was hurt. Although he was pro-Ireland, Krum was the best player on the pitch. Apparently, Ron thought so too.

Time out! Ah, quick! He can't continue playing like this! Look at him!

Look at Link! Harry yelled.

Because the Irish Seeker swooped in suddenly, Harry was pretty sure it wasn't a scam, it was real this time...

He saw the Snitch! cried Harry. He saw it! Look where he's going!

Nearly half the crowd seemed to realize what was going on, and the Irish audience stood up again and started doing the green wave as they screamed at their Stalkers...but Krum followed him.

How could he see where he was going?

Harry couldn't understand that. There were red blobs flying through the air behind him, but he had caught up to Lin Ke now, and the two of them leaped to the ground again.

They're going to fall to the ground! Hermione screamed, and because of her nervousness, Hermione pulled Fan Lin's sleeve vigorously.

They won't, growled Ron.

Harry exclaimed, Lin Ke will!

Harry was right, because the next second, Linko fell hard to the ground again, and he was immediately attacked by hordes of angry veela.

The Snitch? Where did the Snitch go? Charlie asked loudly with the crowd.

He got it, Krum got it, it's all over. Fan Lin said a little speechlessly.

This game is really savage, with no mercy at all. He noticed the Snitch very early on, and the fixed-line vision magic like a cheating device allowed him to find the Snitch before these hunters.

The Golden Snitch has been wandering around in that area since very early on. In Fan Lin's view, this thing is much easier to capture than the space node, and it is not at the same level at all.

However, magic cannot be used in the match, otherwise Fan Lin is sure to resolve the battle within three minutes of the start.

Krum rose slowly into the air, his fist raised high, gold glowing inside, his red robe gleaming, his nose still bleeding.

The scoreboard shows: Bulgaria: 160 points; Ireland: 170 points.

Everyone in the crowd seemed unaware of what had happened. Then, slowly, as if a gigantic jet had been launched, the chants of the Irish supporters grew louder and eventually screamed with excitement.

Ireland has won! cried Bagmon, who, like the Irishman, was stunned by the abrupt end of the game.

Crum got the Snitch but Ireland won. My God! Nobody expected that.

Why did he get the Snitch? It's not doing any good, asked Ron, even as he was bouncing up and down, raising his hands above his head and clapping vigorously. He let the game end with Ireland leading, an idiot!

He knows they can't catch the score, Harry said loudly, trying to drown out the other voices, applauding equally, the Irish chasers are so good, he just wants him to finish, that's all.

This is not a game of the same level at all. Fan Lin said, If Lin Ke had a better brain and quicker reaction, the Irish team would be able to win by crushing all positions.

I don't doubt that, said Harry. That's our national team, and winning is...

But I think it's great, said Hermione, at least people who want to prove themselves have proved themselves.

You mean Krum? Fan Lin frowned slightly, and then he turned his eyes back to the arena. That idiot Krum, he actually...

How about sneaking a jinx?

No, it's too dark.

The Irish began to cheer, as if they wanted to overturn the venue, Sina layer after layer.

Harry picked up his binoculars again. It was hard to see what was going on down below, for the dwarves were now dancing happily all over the square, but he found Krum, surrounded by witch doctors. He looked more pussy than before, refusing to be lifted by them.

Krum shook his head in frustration as his teammates surrounded him.

Not far away, the Irish team danced happily in the golden rain sprinkled by their mascot. Flags were flown throughout the stadium and the Irish national anthem was played all around.

The veela is back to her old self and is now very beautiful, but very discouraged and disappointed.

They played very bravely, said a depressed voice behind Harry. He looked around and saw that it was the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria.

You speak English! asked Fudge, a little angrily, but you made me a clown for a day!

Well, just kidding, said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging. Now the Quidditch World Cup is at its climax! Bagmon said excitedly.

Harry's eyes were suddenly dazzled by a white light, and the upper class cabin was suddenly decorated with dazzling lights, and everyone could see what was going on inside. Glancing at the entrance, he saw two wizards enter with a box containing a golden cup.

They gave it to Cornelius Fudge, but he still looked upset because he'd been sign language for a day saying nothing.

Let's applaud the failed Bulgaria! Bagmon shouted.

Seven of the defeated Bulian players headed up the stairs. The audience below applauded gratefully.

Harry could see countless cameras flashing this way. One by one, the Bulgarian team stood between the chairs of the box, Bagmon called out their names, and one by one they shook hands with their ministers and the rule of law.

Krum at the end looked really bad. The two black eyes were particularly conspicuous in the bloody face. He also holds the ball Snitch. Harry noticed that he had duck-like feet and round shoulders.

The entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers and applause when Klum's name was announced.

Then it was the Irish team's turn, with Aidan Linko supported by Moran and Kenonri. The second fall to the ground nearly knocked him out, his eyes looking bleary.

But he smiled happily as Tello and Dingley lifted the trophy into the air. The audience burst into loud cheers.

Harry's hands were numb from the clapping.

Finally, the Irish team left the box, rode their broomsticks, and once again received congratulations from the audience. Aidan Linko sat on Kernon's back and hugged him tightly, but he was still smiling. Bagmon pointed his wand at his throat and whispered, Quietus!

They'll be talking about this game for years to come, Bagmon said hoarsely, looking ugly.

A pair of unimaginable twins, too bad it didn't last much longer. Oh yes, yes, how much do I owe you guys?

Because Fred and George had just crawled over from their seats and stood in front of Mr. Luther Bagmond with their arms outstretched and big smiles on their faces.

Five times, sir...let me do the math... Fred said, his mind almost overwhelmed by the enormous wealth.

Five times. Luther Bagmon's mouth trembled, approaching two hundred Galleons.

There is also Fan Lin's share. George said, It's a good deal, one thousand Galleons. I really envy Fan Lin for having so much capital.

Oh, of course, yes... Bagmon said, But I can't take out that much now, I need to go to Gringotts to get it, you believe me, there will always be some time for huge wealth to turn around.

Oh, of course... Fred said.

As the seniors of the Ministry of Magic, naturally, we wouldn't deceive us with such a little Galleon. Fan Lin walked over, It's a fluke, I won the bet, and I think Mr. Bagmon won't let it go.

Bagmon looked into Fan Lin's eyes, his thoughts seemed to be seen through by Fan Lin, which made him feel bad.

I just need some time, Bagmon said. You should trust me.

Of course, Mr. Bagmon. Fan Lin nodded.

The cheers outside became louder and louder, but it was soon mixed with some discordant voices.

Fan Lin looked at Malfoy fiercely, Lucius and Narcissa were still in the box, but Winky...

The house-elf was gone.