[HP] Guardian

When night fell, the excitement could not be suppressed, and the crowd was full of people, and they went to the arena in a group.Arthur led the way, and Sirius followed at the end, protecting these energetic children in the middle, in case they were scattered and difficult to find.

Coming out from the other side of the forest, they walked into the huge shadow of the stadium.

"It can accommodate [-] spectators, and five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. Every inch of this place has cast a spell to expel Muggles. During this year, whenever Muggles approached here, they would suddenly Thinking of urgent matters, hurrying away... God bless them" he explained to the crowd, leading them to the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by screaming wizards.

The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance of the "First Class Tickets" looked at their tickets and said, "Top box! Go straight upstairs, Arthur, go to the top"

The stairs to the gymnasium were covered with fuchsia carpet.They climbed up the stairs together with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people entered the stands on the left and right sides.Arthur led the group all the way up, and finally reached the top of the stairs.They found themselves in a small box at the top of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts.Here are some twenty purple and gilt chairs, arranged in two rows.From their vantage point, they can watch the entire golden venue.

There was no one else in the box except Winky the house elf.Harry didn't ask much this time.Little Crouch should still be sitting there, but it's not time to expose him. He needs Little Crouch to sneak into Hogwarts to change the portkey.

Ron was fiddling with the omnidirectional binoculars Harry had given him, and Hermione was eagerly leafing through her velvet-bound, fringed competition booklet.

"There will be a mascot performance before the game," she read aloud.

"Oh, that's always worth seeing," said Arthur. "You know, the national teams bring some exotic animals from their own countries to put on a show here."

In the next half hour, the box they were in gradually filled with people.Arthur kept shaking hands, mostly Ministry of Magic officials and established wizards.Percy stood up hastily again and again, looking like he was sitting on the back of a porcupine covered in spines.When the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, himself arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell and shattered.Embarrassed, he repaired the lens with his wand, and then sat dumbfounded in his seat.Percy shot Harry a jealous look when Cornelius Fudge greeted Harry like an old friend.Harry knew Fudge's true colors, he was not as friendly and easy-going as he appeared, he was a stupid fool who deluded himself.

"Harry Potter, you know," he called out to the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, who was clad in gorgeous black velvet robes trimmed with gold and who couldn't seem to understand a word of English "Harry Potter... oh, think Come to think of it, you should know who he is... the boy who escaped from death in the hands of the mysterious man... you must know who he is, right?"

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you" Harry greeted him in fluent Bulgarian.

"Oh! I know, that scar, the Boy Who Lived, I'm so glad you can speak Bulgarian." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic immediately pointed to his forehead excitedly.

"Brilliant! I've had to explain to him for a long time," Fudge said to Harry pleasantly. The elf got him a seat...so thoughtful, these guys in Bulgaria are always trying to get the best seats...ah, here comes Lucius!"

Harry turned his head and smiled.It was the three members of the Malfoy family who squeezed into the three still empty seats in the second row behind Arthur.

"Ah, Fudge" Malfoy held out his hand as he passed the Minister of Magic. "Hi. I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? And our son, Dracora."

"Hello, hello," said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Mrs. Malfoy. "Permit me to introduce you to Mr. Obalonsk. Mr. Obalonsk. He's the Minister of Magic in Bulgaria. It's all right. He doesn't understand what I'm saying anyway. Let me see who else, you know Arthur Weasley? Oh! Mr. Sirius Black, of course."

It was a tense moment.Arthur and Lucius looked at each other, Narcissa looked at Sirius, Lucius' cold gray eyes looked past Arthur and back at Sirius.

"Oh! I'm so glad that Mr. Black was cleared of his crimes. I was very surprised when I heard that Mr. Potter helped a lot." Lucius' inquiring eyes swept back and forth between the two, and Sirius just casually nodded.

"Yeah, I'm not as easy as someone to exonerate myself, oh! Maybe it's not easy..." Lucius' face darkened, and he still didn't dare to say too much under Fudge's eyes.

"My godfather meant to say, thank you very much for Mr. Malfoy's concern." Harry nodded to Draco who was sneaking at him, and the platinum bird glanced away cowardly again.

Normally, Lucius would take the opportunity to test Harry's situation, especially after knowing some little secrets, but recently, something on his arm has made his nerves too tense. close.Lucius nodded stiffly, then led his family towards their seats.

"Nasty guy" Ron muttered, and they sat down again and turned their eyes to the field.Then Ludo Bagman burst into the box.

"Is everyone ready? Minister, can we start?" He asked Fudge.

"Just start as you said, Ludo," Fudge said kindly.

Ludo drew his wand, pointed at his throat and said "Loud!" and his words echoed like thunder through the packed stadium.His voice echoed above their heads, resounding to every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to watch the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

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.On the blackboard opposite them, it now shows: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, 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.

"Wonder what they brought?" said Mr. Weasley, leaning out of his seat. "Ah!" He snapped off his glasses and wiped "Vela!" on his robes hurriedly.

One hundred veela had already slid to the arena and began to dance. The allure of veela was too great for men, but Harry was used to these scenes, he just blushed slightly, which didn't affect much.When the music stopped, Ron made a gesture as if he was going to dive off the diving board, and stayed there motionless.

The gymnasium was full of angry yelling, and people didn't want the veela to leave.Hermione was calling to Ron, who was tearing the shamrock off his hat in a daze.Arthur leaned forward, smiling, and snatched the hat from Ron.

"Wait till the Irish show is over" said Arthur "you'll need it"

"Huh?" Ron snorted, staring dumbfounded at the veela, who were already lined up on the side of the field.

"Why isn't Harry like you?" Hermione smacked her mouth unhappily.

"Now" Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "please raise your wand in the air...welcome the mascot of the national team of Ireland!"

Then, with a whoosh, something huge, green and gold, flew into the stadium like a giant comet.It circled the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each heading towards a set of goalposts.Suddenly an arching rainbow appeared across the field, connecting the two large, shining balls.The crowd erupted in exclamations of "whoops, whoops," as if they were watching a fireworks display.At this time, the rainbow disappeared, and the shining balls connected and blended with each other to form a huge, shining clover, which rose high into the air and began to hover over the stands.Something crackled and fell from above like golden raindrops.

"Brilliant!" Ron exclaimed, as the shamrock circled over their heads, dropping huge gold coins on their heads and seats.

"Irish leprechauns!" said Arthur, amidst a roar of applause that was still scrambling, or ducking under the seats to pick up coins.

"Here you are," Ron yelled happily, shoving a handful of gold coins into Harry's hands. "Give back your binoculars! Now you'll have to buy me a Christmas present, haha!"

"The leprechaun's gold coin will disappear in a while." Harry tossed down the gold coin in his hand, watching the golden light fall slowly.

"What! It's going to disappear" Ron yelled in disbelief, Harry covered his mouth and pushed him down on the seat.

The giant clover vanished, and the leprechauns slowly landed opposite the veelas on the field, sitting cross-legged, ready to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce you - Dimitrov!" A figure in red on a broomstick, from one of the entrances below Flying into the arena, he flew so fast that he couldn't see clearly.He won rapturous applause from the Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!" A second figure in a bright red robe whizzed out.

"Zoglav! Levsky! Volkanov! Volkov! Next up - Krum!"

"It's him, it's him!" cried Ron, following Krum through his panoculars.Krum is an excellent seeker. Harry has met him on the court, and he is an admirable opponent. Unfortunately, he is the only top professional player in Bulgaria. It is a pity that he has repeatedly missed trophies.

Then came the Irish national team. Their team is relatively balanced and they are good at playing team ball.After introducing the team, the International Quidditch Co-Chairman was invited to serve as the referee for this event.

Mustafa mounted his broomstick and kicked the box away, sending four balls flying into the air: a bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and a tiny , a golden snitch with wings.Musta whistled and followed the balls into the air.

Game start.Harry looked at their formation carefully with the panoramic binoculars. The Irish national team is very good at suppressing formations. They cooperate with each other tacitly and coordinate their movements. Only Seeker Lynch is inferior to Krum's flying skills, and Krum's trick flying , is a milestone in the history of Quidditch.Harry played back Krum's Ronsky feint in slow motion, and sighed for a good technique, but it was a pity that Krum couldn't save the score.

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

The scoreboard flashed, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience didn't seem to realize what was going on.Then, slowly, like a jumbo jet speeding up, the chatter from the Ireland supporters grew louder, culminating in a myriad of shouts of joy.

"Ireland won!" exclaimed Bagman, who liked Ireland, and seemed dazed by the sudden end of the match. I never expected it to end like this!"

"Why is he trying to catch the Snitch at this hour?" Ron yelled in bewilderment, despite throwing his hands up and jumping up and down in cheers. "What a fool of him to finish the game with Ireland leading by 160! "

"He knows they'll never catch up!" Harry yelled at Ron over the other voices. "Ireland's Chaser is fantastic... Krum just wants to end the game on his own terms, that's all..."

"He's really brave, isn't he?" Hermione leaned forward, watching Krum descend to the field, and a swarm of field doctors whistled away the grappling leprechauns and veela, telling them to help Krum. Mu flashed a passage, "He looks really messed up..."

The leprechauns were ecstatically flying across the field, surrounded by doctors, Krum's face was even more gloomy, and he refused to let the doctors clean his wounds and wipe away the blood.His teammates gathered around him too, shaking their heads in dejection.Not far away, the Irish players danced with joy as their mascot showered them with gold coins.Flags were waving all over the stadium and the Irish national anthem was played from all directions.The veela returned to their original beautiful appearance, but each of them looked downcast and frowning.

"I say, we fought bravely," said the Bulgarian minister in a heavy voice.

"You can speak English!" said Fudge, very annoyed. "And you make me gesticulate all day long!"

"Hey, that's fun." The Bulgarian minister shrugged.

"Now, with the Irish players walking around the field in the company of their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the top box!" Bagman said in a bell-like voice.

Harry was blinded by a blinding bright light, and the top box was magically illuminated so that all the spectators in the stands could see what was going on in the box.Harry squinted at the entrance, where two panting wizards carried a large golden cup into the box and handed it to Cornelius Fudge.Fudge was still looking unhappy because he had been gesticulating all day trying to get the Bulgarians to understand him.

"Let us applaud warmly and welcome the defeated Bulgarian players to the stage!" Bagman shouted.

The seven defeated Bulgarians went upstairs to the box.The audience below applauded and cheered to show their appreciation.

One by one, the Bulgarians entered between the two rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out everyone's name as they took turns shaking hands with their minister and Fudge.Krum was last in line, looking very embarrassed, with two dark circles under his eyes standing out on his blood-stained face.He still had the Snitch in his hand.Harry noticed that once he hit the ground, his movements looked less coordinated.His legs were slightly splayed, and his shoulders were noticeably bowed forward.But when Bagman called Krum's name, the entire stadium gave him an extremely warm, deafening cheer.

Then came the Irish team.Aidan Lynch was supported by Moran and Connelly. He seemed to be knocked out by the second fall, and his eyes were scattered and dazed.But as Troy and Quigley hoisted the trophy aloft and the crowd burst into thunderous applause, Lynch grinned too.

Finally, the Irish team left the box and rode a broom around the field.Then Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and whispered, "Whisper"

"This match, which will be talked about for years," he said hoarsely, "is such an unexpected twist... It's a pity that the game didn't go on longer... Ah, yes... Yes, how much should I give you... How much ?”

The twins had rolled over the backs of their chairs and stood in front of Bagman.They smiled happily and held out their outstretched palms.

"Mr. Bagman can see clearly, don't give the Leprechaun's gold coins as Galleons." Bagman was about to hand the money bag containing the gold coins to the twins, when he heard Harry's words, his hands trembled.

"It's too dazzling here, my old eyes are dim, my old eyes are dim." He gritted his teeth and took out the gold Gallon to pay the twins, then slid into the crowd like a burnt ass.

"Oh! Thank you Harry, lucky to have you." The twins patted him on the shoulder gratefully.

"Don't tell your mothers about your gambling money," Arthur pleaded with the twins as they walked slowly down the fuchsia-carpeted stairs.

"Don't worry, Dad." Fred said happily, "We have many grand plans for this money. We don't want it to be confiscated." Arthur hesitated for a moment, probably to ask what their grand plans were, but After thinking about it, he seemed to decide it was better not to ask.

Soon, they were surrounded by the deluge of people leaving the gymnasium and returning to camp.As they walked back down the lantern-lit passage, there was a rough song in the night air, and leprechauns flew above them, waving their lanterns, and rattling.At last, at last, the tent was reached, but no one wanted to sleep.Considering that the surroundings were too noisy, Arthur agreed to let everyone drink a glass of cocoa milk before entering the tent.Immediately, everyone was arguing about the game just now.Arthur and Charlie were at loggerheads over the charge.Harry sat next to Sirius and smiled.Ginny finally fell asleep at the little table, spilling a cup of hot chocolate on the floor, and Arthur ordered everyone to stop arguing about the game and go to bed.Hermione and Ginny got into the next tent, and Harry and Sirius went back to their own tent.At this moment, they could still hear singing and strange crashing sounds from the other side of the camp, echoing long in the night sky.