I, Hogwarts Second Week

The leprechauns rose into the air one by one.

They spat rudely at Dimitrov and his team members.

There are also people who hit people with gold coins.

Others set their sights on Veela. They picked up the mud on the ground and threw it towards the Veela.

Mud splattered on their beautiful faces, adding a shadow to the perfection.

Then the Veela lost control.

Instead of dancing this time, they flew across the arena and began throwing handfuls of flaming objects at the leprechauns.

The entire playing field turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the lawn below was burning.

Now, the Veela looked anything but beautiful.

Instead, their faces elongate into spiky, beaked bird heads.

A pair of long, scale-covered wings sprouted from their shoulders.

This is another aspect of Veela, they are a fickle race (literally).

"Understood, kids!" Mr. Weasley's voice rose above the noise of the crowd below, "Remember, you can never just pursue appearances!"

On the field, the officials of the ministry not only started to extinguish the flames, but also allocated manpower to deal with the veela and leprechauns.

From time to time, shameful sneak attacks by the Bulgarians would pass overhead, and the curse would pass them by.

The two teams high in the sky also became brutal.

To take revenge on the Bulgarians.

Quigley, the Irish team's batter, used all his strength to hit a flying Bludger at Crum. Crum was unable to dodge and was hit head-on by the Bludger.

There was a deafening roar of complaints from the audience.

Krum's nose seemed to be broken and blood was everywhere, but Hassan Mustafa did not blow the whistle.

He may have done it on purpose.

But it could also be that the Veela were throwing flames at him, distracting him from the game.

It turned out to be the world's top Quidditch match.

It is a confrontation between technology and sweat, a duel between tactical wisdom and on-the-spot thinking.

Now it seems that the duel is a real duel.

But it has been changed to physical combat.

Looking around the stadium, it was filled with the screams of Veela, the popping sound of Ministry officials' wands, the angry roars of the Bulgarians, and the inaudible cheers of the Irish supporters.

This was simply the most chaotic game Harry had ever seen. It was completely devoid of any skill or enjoyment.

Almost comparable to the Gryffindor-Slytherin scuffle at Hogwarts.

"Why not time out!" Ron shouted.

"Didn't you see that Krum was injured?"

"I don't think Hassan Mosta saw it!" Harry stared at the field, and then suddenly shouted: "Look at Lynch!"

Ron looked quickly.

On the field, Lynch, who fell to the ground, suddenly stood up again.

His right hand was obviously deformed and probably broken.

But instead of seeking treatment, he mounted a broomstick and soared into the sky.

"He saw the Snitch." Harry screamed, "He can only see the Snitch!"

In a Quidditch game, each position can only do what it needs to do.

For example, the Golden Snitch can only be caught by the Seeker, and anyone else who catches it will be considered a foul.

What made Lynch work so hard could only be that he discovered the traces of the Golden Snitch.

Otherwise, he took off so rashly - if he was injured again, the Irish team, which had lost its Seeker, would have no choice but to hand over the Golden Snitch to the Bulgarians.

Half the audience realized what was going on.

The Irish supporters rose to their feet again, sending another green wave screaming to cheer on their Seekers.

The Bulgarian team also reacted.

Krum followed closely behind.

He didn't care about his bloody nose.

Accelerate with all your strength and let the blood splash behind him!

He must not let Lynch catch the Golden Snitch!

At this moment, Krum fully exposed his flying talent. He could always find the most tricky angles and the fastest way to keep up with the Golden Snitch. Soon he was parallel to Lynch.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed before my eyes, and the light shot straight to the ground!

The two seekers didn't care about anything else at this time, so they directly thrust their brooms into the ground at a 90-degree angle.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione said in a deep voice, her eyes widening.

"No!" Ron shouted enthusiastically.

"Lin Qi will do it!" Harry shouted.

As an excellent seeker, Harry understood the process of rapidly falling and raising a broom very well.

You must pull the broom as high as possible at the extreme position close to the ground. Once you exceed the close distance, you will only be greeted by falling directly to the ground.

And now that the flying broom is getting faster and faster, it is becoming more and more difficult to control this extreme distance.

He has yet to find the most suitable position.

As for Lynch and Krum, Harry could only say that if Lynch's arm was not injured, he might still be able to pull up the broom at the last moment, but he only had one hand now.

Falling to the ground is almost inevitable.

He - was desperate.

——————

Harry's prediction was correct!

With a "bang", Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground for the second time, and a group of angry Veela immediately surrounded him like swarms of swarms.

If it weren't for the magic protective suit he was wearing, he would definitely smash someone into a pulp.

"Where is the Golden Snitch? Where is the Golden Snitch?" George and Fred sitting over there shouted.

"He's got it - Krum has got it - game over!" Harry responded.

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

The scores flashed on the scoreboard. Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience seemed not to realize what was going on.

Then, slowly, like a jumbo jet accelerating, the chatter from Ireland's supporters grew louder and louder, ending in countless shouts of joy.

"The Irish team won!" Ludo from the Sports Department shouted, seemingly confused by the sudden end of the game. "Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but the Irish team won. Oh my God, I don't think anyone has." I expected it to end like this!”

"Lynch is a hero!" Harry exclaimed: "Although Klute caught the Golden Snitch!"

"That's right." Ron nodded in approval, "He clearly had a chance to pull it up just now. He had 10,000 chances, but he didn't. He chose to give it a try!

This is Quidditch!

This is the game!

Haha - this is the most exciting, bravest and most dramatic game I have ever seen! "

Ron smiled happily, this was the best ending.

"Hoo ho ho!!!"

There were roars of celebration everywhere.

Although the game is over, the chaos is not.

Taking advantage of the break in celebrations, a large number of wizards poured into the stadium from the stands, including leprechauns, Veela, and ministry officials who struggled to maintain order, oh! And our dear referee Hassan Mustafa, he was knocked down by a crowd of Bulgarians, and then started beating him with his fists - they were obviously a group of wizards, but now they started to show real martial arts.

"Oh my God!"

Amid Harry's exclamations, Hassan Mustafa was knocked down with a fist.

However, the Egyptian wizard did not spin around on the ground with his teeth bared. Although he was over fifty years old, his body was extremely strong. When he got up from the ground, he jumped directly towards the Bulgarian wizard who was at least a head taller than him. Elbow strike.

Then he drew out the magic spell, and the two magic spells "swish" hit the guy who was clutching his stomach and squeezing tears from his eyes accurately.

"What a shame!"

In the stands, Owen, Hermione, and Harry couldn't bear to watch anymore.

This kind of hand-to-hand combat is no longer seen in the first-year fight scenes at Hogwarts.

At Hogwarts, in a first-year fight, you would be embarrassed to admit that you were a wizard unless you threw a magic spell.

But at the World Cup, the adult wizard told us.

Wizard - you really have to punch your fucking flesh to feel good!

On the viewing platform, Mr. Ludo from the Department of Magical Sports shouted anxiously. He kept ordering the wizards from the Ministry of Magic beside him to go down and stop the crazy guys from continuing to fight.

But there are fewer and fewer people around him, and there are more and more wizards below.

But the riot showed no sign of stopping, and instead intensified.

As for Minister Barty Crouch, he sat in his chair without saying a word.

Although his face was a little ugly, he was not as panicked as Mr. Ludo.

"A bunch of Quidditch hooligans." As the Minister of Magic, he had his own reserve.

Besides, there was nothing he could do about the current situation.

The Ministry is already short of manpower, and the Aurors have suffered heavy losses this year.

And even if the ministry has enough manpower, there are 100,000 wizards in front of them, not 100,000 pigs - even if it is 100,000 pigs, they won't be able to catch them all in a while.

The reason why he was calm and unfazed was because of the wizard sitting next to him.

The chaos at the scene is getting worse and worse, and there is a strong tendency that they will finish the fight that was not finished this morning.

Finally, Whitebeard - Gandalf - Dumbledore stood up.

He wore a luxurious dark purple wizard robe covered with silver stars, a tall purple wizard hat on his head, and a pair of elegant black red dragon leather boots.

Bang bang, leather boots made a dull sound on the metal stands.

The surrounding wizards, pure-blood wizards and other spectators noticed this scene.

Everyone turned to look this way.

The old principal walked toward the fence.

Behind the half-moon-shaped eyes is a pair of deep blue eyes.

He looked at the fighting taking place under the stadium.

To be honest, it gave him a strong sense of déjà vu. Scenes like this seem to have happened countless times at Hogwarts.

He even doubted that he could spot the familiar figure among the crowd below.

"Alas!" Dumbledore sighed secretly.

How could these wizards be inferior to children?

——You still use your fists when fighting.

Then he raised his arm slightly.

"Separate left and right!!!"

It is obviously the most common spell among the third grade standard spells.

But at this moment, it was—white light like a rainbow, aura that crowned the sky.

Silver silk like a patronus charm poured down from the viewing platform.

It was like a heavy rain pouring down.

Then, the silver threads turned into invisible high walls.

In the venue, there were chaotic wizards, as well as the leprechauns and Veela.

It was as if a high wall suddenly appeared between them.

Invisible resistance directly pulled them all apart.

"what happened?"

"how do I--"

"Look!"

Countless believers looked up to the sky.

You can't see the moon when you raise your eyes.

I heard that on the viewing platform, the old man with a white beard lowered his eyes, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes as silent as the moon.

Seeing this - everyone stopped unconsciously.

They stared blankly at Dumbledore on the fence.

Either fear, enthusiasm, or shame.

At that moment, it seemed as if they were all guilty.

Repent to God.

"Oh - gentlemen and ladies - I think it's time for us to present the awards." Dumbledore said flatly.

But the sound floated into the ears of everyone present like the spring breeze and drizzle.

At this time, Ludo Bagman from the Sports Department finally reacted.

He tightened his sleeves and came to Dumbledore's side nervously as if he were walking into Hogwarts for the first time.

Quietly - he kept a certain distance from the legendary wizard, and he wanted to stay further back.

"Now, please ask the members of the Irish team to circle the field accompanied by their mascots, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the viewing stand!" Bagman said in a bell-like voice.

Many wizards were suddenly blinded by a dazzling light, and the viewing platform was miraculously illuminated, allowing all spectators in the viewing platform to see what was going on inside.

Harry squinted his eyes and looked at the entrance, and saw two panting wizards carrying a large gold cup into the box, and handed it to - well - the two wizards were a little confused.

Normally, the award ceremony would be hosted by the Minister of Magic, Barty Cratchit, but now——

Dumbledore smiled slightly, waved his hand, and returned to his seat, indicating that he had no intention of awarding the award.

Ludo breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know how he was going to deal with Dumbledore and Barty Crouch.

"Let us applaud warmly and welcome the Bulgarian players to the stage who are proud of their defeat!"

Then several members of the defeated Bulgarian team went upstairs to the auditorium.

The audience below also clapped, perhaps to express their appreciation, but Owen felt that they were more because they should applaud at this time, and Dumbledore wanted them to applaud at this time, so they had to applaud.

It's that simple--

"Oh! Look! That's Ginny!" Suddenly, sharp-eyed Ron spotted a familiar figure in the corner of the auditorium, sitting small on the chair at the end of the room that belonged to the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

“Next to him is Percy!

Oh my God! Percy actually secretly took Ginny to the auditorium! Ron yelled, and then said in amusement: "He didn't even tell me that we can still go up!" ! !

He never thinks of me like this! "

"It's easy!" Owen stretched out from the chair, and then started to do it slowly, "Wig, white silk, small skirt, cut off the roots of troubles, and become a strong girl from now on. I guarantee that Percy can do anything. think of you!"

"Fuck you Owen!" Ron yelled, then looked away sullenly.

He has the lowest status in this family.

In the large Weasley family, the person with the highest family status is naturally Mrs. Molly, their mother.

Next came Ginny, followed by the other children and Mr. Arthur.

There is no way, who wants a family of seven children to only have one little daughter.

If you put this in any family, your daughter will be pampered to heaven.

over time.

The scene finally became lively again.

The game is over.

It's Ireland that wins!

For the British, today is definitely a day worth celebrating.

When he walked out of the stadium box, Irving took the photo pocket watch with him. When he returned, he made sure to edit the video to remove the scene of the group fighting.

It's too bloody and violent. How can a child watch this kind of thing?

Of course I would leave it alone to watch secretly at night.

On the way back to the camp, the flow of people was like a tide.

As they walked back along the passage illuminated by the lanterns, rough singing came from the night sky, and the little leprechauns kept flying in and out of their heads, waving the lanterns in their hands, and laughing.

Finally, we arrived at the tent, but no one wanted to sleep.

Everyone sat around the sofa, talking and laughing.

Owen enthusiastically took out his photo pocket watch.

And show this magical prop to Harry and Ron.

He gently moved the thimble button to the left, and then the date on the pocket watch began to slowly rewind. When it returned to the time he recorded, he pressed the button, and then the pocket watch suddenly emitted a very soft light blue light.

The light connected into threads, and then weaved a huge small stadium like a 3D projection.

"Oh my God!" Ron's eyes widened, "This - this is the game just now!"

"It's more than that!" At this time, Owen transformed into Iron Man Tony Shit. He held the magic spell high and chanted the spell. As the most exquisite alchemical product, the operating instructions of the pocket watch are controlled by ancient runes. Many delicate All operations require the use of magic spells.

The phoenix wand drew out a ray of red light. Owen held it up and cast a spell back and forth on the pocket watch.

Then the virtual image that was originally just blue and white was gradually filled with color.

"It can still be like this." He waved the wand gently, and the image suddenly became huge, almost filling the entire tent. He mobilized other magic patterns, and the image quickly shrank, and finally it was only the size of a palm. Staying on his left hand.

"Amplification, reduction, color grading, sound. You name it, it can do it."

"I'm planning to hold a movie viewing event at Hogwarts after school starts. There must be many young wizards who are not watching the game!" Owen huddled on the sofa, his body so soft that it merged with the fluffy pillow behind him. "It's not expensive for me to charge ten silver coins for a movie ticket!"

"There are probably more than a thousand people in Hogwarts. If each person watches it once, it is ten thousand silver Sickles, which is about fifty-eight gold Galleons. If I play it a few more times, I can turn it into a hundred Galleons. !

Hmm--although it's not much, mosquito legs are also meat! "