[HP] So you are such Anita

The veela flew up and rushed into the arena, throwing flaming things at the leprechauns.The leprechauns scattered in a rush, like fireflies flying all over the sky, and disappeared into the auditorium after a while.

Veela's flames smashed into the auditorium like a meteor shower, and a fireball got closer and closer to her.

"Great Guardian!" Anita didn't have time to take out her wand, but stood still and recited the spell. Merlin blessed her with the wandless spell to block the fireball.

A blue magic barrier appeared in front of the fireball. The fireball hit the barrier and gradually melted into smoke.

Did she succeed?

No, she doesn't have such a powerful strength.

Anita turned her head, and sure enough, she saw Wollrich pointing his wand straight at the sky, and blue light emerged from the tip of his wand, permeating all the barriers that blocked the fireball.

Anita looked away from Uncle Wollrich and whispered to Draco, "See? I'm going to be that good in the future."

"Yes, yes." Draco pulled Anita nervously at the fireball in the sky, clenched his wand tightly in his hand.

The battle below the arena was no less than the battle above. The veela was screaming, and the leprechauns were stimulated to fly wildly, giving Anita the illusion that the sky was full of golden snitches.

Wizarding officials from the Ministry of Magic flooded the arena, trying to clear the veela and leprechauns from the arena, but with little success.Supporters of the Bulgarian team were angrily protesting against the Ministry of Magic, while the Irish team kept their eyes on the game and continued to make green waves.

Anita covered her ears and showed a painful expression, no matter who it is, please hurry up and catch the golden snitch.

Anita's prayers seem to have worked, as Lynch, the Irish Seeker, dashes down and appears to have spotted the Snitch.

Irish supporters rose to their feet, screaming to cheer their Seekers on, while Krum followed, quickly catching up to Lynch, both of them diving towards the ground.

Even Anita, who didn't like Quidditch, held her breath at this moment, waiting for the final result.

"Krum! Krum caught the Snitch!" Draco exclaimed excitedly.

Lynch fell heavily to the ground, surrounded by a group of angry veela.But Krum made a roundabout when he was about to approach the ground. He lightly rose into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

How perfect it would have been if that moment of brilliance meant victory for Bulgaria, but now the score is 160 for Bulgaria and 170 for Ireland.

Although Krum caught the Snitch, the Bulgarian team lost the game.

The Irish supporters froze for a moment, and finally erupted into shouts of joy as the Irish players danced and danced with joy as leprechauns threw gold coins at them and the spotlights shone on them.

The national anthem of Ireland was played from all directions, and Irish flags were waving everywhere in the stadium.

The members of the Bulgarian team surrounded Krum with their heads downcast. The veela returned to their original beautiful appearance, and now they all looked sad and pitiful.

"Unfortunately, we also bought the advertising space after Bulgaria's victory." Claudio didn't know when he sat next to Anita, "Are you going to patrol tonight? I feel that tonight will be a month ago Craziest night ever."

"It's the last day of the Quidditch World Cup. If it were me, I would think about doing something, but don't worry, Uncle Romiji told me that I don't need to patrol tonight, let me and Draco stay with the family and enjoy the good time family time." Anita stared at the Quidditch Cup that the Irish team had to lift together, her eyes sparkling.

"There's no family time tonight. The grown-ups are going to meet up with old friends. Why don't we play by ourselves. The Asperger's tent is empty tonight. Aunt Stuka will be visiting old friends with Mommy, Vivi. Ann has already gone back to decorate the tent." Claudio gathered an ice crystal in the palm of his hand, "Ice Witch's tent, don't you want to cool off in midsummer?"

"Of course no problem." Anita was very interested in Claudio's proposal.

Anita and Draco walked down the fuchsia-carpeted Quidditch marquee together, while Claudio went on to invite other friends.

The road under the red lanterns was full of crowds leaving the stadium, singing in various languages ​​came from the night sky, and leprechauns flew above their heads with lanterns, rattling and laughing.

The woolen tent of the Asperger family has disappeared. In the place of the original Asperger family tent, there is now a gleaming white tent covered with ice crystals. Vivienne is standing there waving to them.

"You're finally here." Vivian smiled shyly at them.

Vivienne is actually one year older than Anita, but she is only about the size of an eight or nine-year-old girl, with white hair, white skin and blue eyes, she looks like a young version of Aunt Stuka, standing there like an angel sculpture.

Vivian took Anita's hand and led her into the tent, and the inside of the tent was different from what Anita had seen before.The Muggle-style interior was replaced with shining silver ice sculptures. Drinks and food were frozen and placed on suspended ice crystals. Some white sofas were placed on the edge of the hall, covered with silver tassels. , two spiral staircases lead directly to the terrace at the highest point of the tent, where you can see the stars.

"It's beautiful, Vivienne," Anita said, feeling the white mist in the tent up to her calf.

"The last night of the Quidditch World Cup, I want to leave a good memory for everyone," Vivienne's eyes flickered, "Our place is not as lively as here."

While Anita was talking to Vivienne, Claudio came in with the guests he had invited.

Isn't that the Bulgarian team player I just met on the field?

"Hey, look who I invited, Krum! It took him a lot of parties to agree to my coming. With them, we have a lot of fun." Claudio looked very happy.

The Bulgarian players cheered and rushed into the ice dance hall and danced to the rhythm of the music. Within five seconds after they entered, a large group of Bulgarian fans also crowded into the tent. They seemed to have completely forgotten about Ireland's victory and carnivaled the World Quidditch The last night of the Odd Cup.

Not only was it exciting, it was a disaster, Anita thought it was not too late for her to find an excuse to slip away now.

The tent of Asperger's house was occupied by Bulgaria Red, Draco excitedly leaned in front of Krum and tried to talk to him, while Anita pulled Vivienne onto the terrace.

"It's great, isn't it?" Vivienne looked at the people on the dance floor with sparkling eyes, "They are so happy."

"It's quite lively, but a little noisy." Anita took a glass of grape soda from the ice crystals floating around.

"Noisy? That seems good too," Vivienne blinked her silver eyelashes again, "I like it very much."

"Why don't you go to the magic school, you'll love it there."

"Well, I like magic schools very much, but magic schools don't teach ice magic..." Vivian looked a little sad.

Anita knew this. The purer Asperger's blood was, the more talented he was in ice magic. As Stuka's daughter, Vivienne had to stay in Iceland to study ice magic wholeheartedly.

"Although I'm a bit lonely, it's worthwhile to learn beautiful and practical ice magic. I don't even have the talent for ice magic..." Anita tried to comfort Vivian.

"I hate ice magic, it's not my own power at all," Vivian said even more melancholy.

This topic seems to be a bit wrong. Although Anita didn't understand it very well, Anita felt that Claudio should know this, and there was no need to go deeper to make Vivian feel uncomfortable.

"Maybe next summer vacation I can invite you to play at Auerbach Manor, I think Aunt Stuka will definitely not refuse." Anita extended the invitation to Vivian.

"Well, I will try my best to convince Mom, try my best." Vivian was not very confident about Anita's proposal.

Is your life a bit too miserable...

Anita sincerely sympathizes with Vivienne's life.

Boom, there was the sound of fireworks exploding behind Anita. It must be the celebratory fireworks released by the Irish fans. On such a night, it's strange that they don't set off fireworks.

Anita turned around to enjoy the dazzling fireworks.

However, behind her was a huge, ugly green skull, which floated above the black screen like an aurora, a large python emerged from the skull's mouth, and screams rang out immediately around the camp.

"This is the ugliest aurora I've ever seen. The Irish team has really weird taste." Vivienne closed her eyes sadly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's not Aurora, Vivienne," Anita led Vivienne down the terrace, "That's the Dark Mark, something happened."

The people on the dance floor also seemed to have noticed something was wrong. When they opened the tent, they found that there was already chaos outside the tent.

People running around with terrified expressions, panic, anxiety, fear, collapse, this scene looks like the end of the world.

In the distance a group of hooded and masked wizards huddled together, each pointing their wands upwards, pushing forward together, moving slowly forward.

Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into weird shapes like marionettes.

The group of people was still growing, and Anita saw many wearing hoods and masks quietly joining them in the dark. They smashed down the tents on the road and set them on fire.

"Maybe we should get out of here too, Krum." A Bulgarian player seemed frightened by the scene, his voice trembling.

"Yes, we should leave as soon as possible, it's too dangerous here." A brown-haired girl with the Bulgarian team flag painted on her face also echoed.

Claudio looked at Vivienne, Vivian pursed her lips, waved her hand in the tent, and the entire wall of the tent turned into transparent glass, and they could clearly see all the scenes outside the tent inside .

"Stay here, it's safe here, they can't see here," Vivian said calmly, "We often use this method to avoid the giants in Iceland, and it's very useful."

"But those people are not giants, they are the Dark Mark, they are all pure-blood wizards, and they are Death Eaters!" The Bulgarian girl broke down.

"Stay here," Krum finally spoke. He looked at the group of people outside the tent. "Hold on to your wand. We won't be the ones who are unlucky."