days at Hogwarts

The stadium, which had been noisy all night, was silent at the moment. In the huge venue, it was as if you could hear a pin drop. The 150 spectators present stared blankly at the golden stream of light representing points, speechless for a moment.

Klum flew lightly in the air, and spots of blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth, fell on Bulgaria's bright red robe, and disappeared quietly. It was hit by an Irish batsman during the sprint.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and raised it high, a faint but shocking golden light flowing out from between his fingers.

The scoreboard floating in mid-air is painful to the eyes——

Bulgaria: 160

Ireland: 170

Loren raised the camera and focused for a moment. "The blood-stained Seeker holding up the golden light", "the silent auditorium" and "the scoreboard occupying half the sky" merged together, and the picture was frozen.

Click.

The sound of the camera seemed to trigger some kind of switch, and the silence was broken. Thunderous cheers swept from the auditorium to the entire stadium, getting louder and louder, deafening. Everyone in the stadium could feel the space shaking with countless joys. The shouts almost overturned the stadium.

Bagman shouted at the top of his lungs: "Ladies and gentlemen, let us congratulate tonight's champion! The Irish National Team!"

"Ireland!"

"Ireland!"

……

"He's got it! Krum's got it! Game over!"

Harry's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and Krum's wonderful performance made his blood boil.

"The Irish team won..." Ron looked sad. "Krum ended the game because he knew they would never catch up."

Not far away, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic heard their words and sighed heavily: "I must say, we fought bravely."

"Yes -" Fudge nodded in agreement, his expression stagnant, and he turned to look at him in disbelief, "You, can you speak English?"

"Oh, yes." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic smiled.

Fudge was so angry that he gritted his teeth and shouted louder: "But you made me keep gesticulating here all day long!"

The Bulgarian minister shrugged: "I thought you liked to communicate in sign language. That's interesting, isn't it?"

"you--"

"Minister, the trophy has been brought up. It's time for you to go up to the stage to award the award."

A Ministry of Magic employee whispered next to Fudge.

Fudge and anger were tumbling in his heart. He gasped and glared at the Bulgarian minister. He reluctantly put on a kind smile and walked towards the stage under the lights.

The face-changing speed was so fast that Loren exclaimed: "Minister Fudge is a decent man."

Arthur nodded in agreement.

Molly:…

She probably knows why her husband has not been promoted for decades.

Molly stood up and greeted the family: "Let's go, dear children, it's time for us to go back to the camp."

"Oh, can't you stay a little longer..." Ron looked at the handful of gold coins dropped by the Irish leprechaun reluctantly. Although he knew they were fake, it still made him feel happy to look at them a few more times.

"Yes, yes, it's not over yet, mom!"

Ginny hugged one of Harry's arms tightly, her eyes shining brightly.

Harry reluctantly looked at Klum in the Bulgaria rest area, still immersed in the frustration of losing.

Loren glanced at the scene outside the stands. Fudge was very kind and said a long and decent speech, but no one cared. The players of the Irish team took the trophy and rose into the sky. They were flying around the field on broomsticks, enjoying the fans. Their cheers...

It seems that it is still early for the discrete field.

Molly smiled and nodded Ginny's forehead: "It will be too late after the show ends. Look at how many people are here. You don't have to think about how chaotic it will be later."

"I know, Mom..." Ginny sighed melancholy.

After packing up their things and following Molly, everyone slowly walked out of the box and walked downstairs on the purple-red carpeted stairs. Before walking out of the door, Loren looked back and saw that the house elf Winky was still burying her head in her hands. Sarah Jorkins hummed a tune easily, and the wizard hidden under the invisibility cloak looked intently at the scoreboard with a smile on his lips.

……

"Oh, it's really exciting...I'm extremely sure that this game will be talked about for several years." Arthur muttered.

"Yeah..." Bagman said hoarsely. His expression was confused and he looked very tired. He was not as energetic as he was during the day. "What an unexpected turn..."

George and Fred crowded around Charlie, who supported Bulgaria, winking, waving their hands and cheering:

"Krum! Krum!"

"Krum! Krum!"

"..."

Charlie couldn't help but stay away from his two younger brothers.

"That Wonsky fake move just now will definitely be selected into the top ten of the year!" Ron kept talking, "Krum is not just an athlete, he is an artist..."

Ginny pulled Harry and whispered, "I think he's in love with Krum."

Harry was lowering his head and playing with the telescope to play back Wronsky's fake move. He couldn't help laughing when he heard this, completely unaware that Ginny had been tugging on his arm.

As they walked out of the gymnasium, they could still faintly hear the roar of cheers behind them. The forest was already foggy in the middle of the night, gray and cool... They walked on the soft soil towards the camp, their footsteps making a deep and shallow sound.

This Quidditch World Cup doesn't seem to have ended successfully, but the game is over, what else can go wrong...

Loren unconsciously fiddled with the camera hanging around her neck, rubbing her thumbs on the few photos, feeling the marks left by the developing solution after it dried on the photos.

"..."

Hermione pursed her lips and watched silently as the man caressed her silly face in the photo, and continued to touch her all the way.

I have to find a way to get the photos.

No, I have to find a way to get the camera.

……

Irish green ribbons floated throughout the stadium. Compared to the lively and joyful scene of the winning team, the scene of the losing Bulgarian team was much cooler. Viktor Krum, who had a gloomy face and said nothing, made this kind of scene The atmosphere is more solemn.

The several therapists surrounding him did not dare to speak, and left after hurriedly checking the injuries.

His teammates and coaches looked at his face. They wanted to say something but didn't dare. Shame and self-blame slowly filled their hearts, so they had no choice but to remain silent.

After all, they were the ones holding Krum back. If the score hadn't been too far behind, Krum alone would have won the game.

Looking at his teammates with twinkling eyes, Krum sighed inwardly. This is how the rumors of being moody and bad-tempered developed.

In fact, he doesn't blame these people. Bulgaria is just a small country with a small number of wizards, and wizards who love and are good at Quidditch are even rarer. It is already very rare to be able to assemble a team and defeat many countries to reach the finals.

Moreover, their training time was not sufficient, especially when he was still in school at Durmstrang... He was still young, and he was sure that he would win the Quidditch World Cup before he died. This was just an ordinary failure. That’s all.