harleyscars Chapter 259 The Quidditch World Cup! (13.6K super large chapter))
Chapter 259 The Quidditch World Cup! (13.6K super large chapter))
Chapter 259 The Quidditch World Cup! (13.6K super large chapter))
[The devil who rules the sky is coming!The Quidditch World Cup is ushering in the darkest hour ever! 】
[Sorrow played on the field!A free soul is flying high in the sky, but a broken body is falling! 】
[The International Quidditch Association is about to issue new regulations, solemnly declaring that Quidditch is not a legal killing competition! 】
The headlines on the front page of the newspaper are written and printed in the thickest black with the largest font size, and the shocking picture below is the black and white two-color portrait hanging painting.
Everywhere between the lines is the sadness of the sacrifice, but no matter how you look at it, there is a kind of hidden gloating.
After all, this is an English newspaper. Although the main theme is universal mourning, it is just the crocodile tears squeezed out by the victor.
When you turn over the headlines on the front page, the cheer-like din of the sub-pages almost jumps out of the text, ringing endlessly in your ears.
This is not a forced smile that comes from sadness, but the order of crying from joy is reversed. Cry first to let others balance their minds. Laugh or laugh.
The England Quidditch team is back!The shining star of Great Britain is blinding.
This game full of murderous atmosphere caused the England fans who had been sluggish for a long time to cheer nine times a night at this moment.
Someone said it was cheating?
Isn't this a foul!Haven't the new rules been promulgated yet?If the Bludger doesn't hit people, why use it? !
"How can this be! These bastards who can't afford to lose!"
A roar of the east lion came from the kitchen of The Burrow, and the twins, who were still reviewing yesterday's newspaper, were startled by their mother's yell and slid several inches from their chairs.
"What happened?"
Leaving aside the newspapers in their hands, the twins rushed into the kitchen first, followed by Percy, Bill and Charlie, who were all outside waiting for today's breakfast.
"Mom, are you okay?"
"How dare they do this!"
Furious, Mrs. Weasley waved the soup spoon in her hand, and there was a muffled sound on the kitchen table, the handle of the soup spoon was a little bent.
The few people who approached looked at the newspaper in Mrs. Weasley's hand. At the open window of the kitchen, a shivering owl stood stiffly. This little guy was quite frightened.
"Sorry little guy, don't be afraid, I didn't mean to blame you."
Mrs. Weasley stuffed the newspaper in her hands into the arms of the probing sons, and broke off a piece of soft bread to soothe the shivering little guy.
Just as the owl flapped its wings and flew away, there were several shouts from the kitchen: "Good job!"
"That's your younger brother!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily, rolling her eyes at the cheering sons.
"But Mom, you must have not finished reading it, right?"
Charlie pointed to the small print below the title, "You must have only read the title, right?"
Large black letters make up a bold sentence: Riot after the game!Six hundred Irish fans rioted, the largest attack in Quidditch history! ——Blood-stained arena!
The picture below is a messy place, full of mess, clover badges and crumpled hats are thrown all over the place, like the ruins after zero yuan purchase.
"Ahem~According to our findings over the past few days." Fred cleared his throat and spoke.
"You can't even read the headlines of the newspapers now." George took Fred's words and continued.
"At least it wasn't for us to see."
"That's right, the real content is in the second edition."
"Let's see what happened."
There was the sound of flipping newspapers.
"I'll just say it!"
They showed the opened newspaper to Mrs. Weasley, and a picture completely different from the headlines on the front page appeared on it.
Although it is a black and white two-color photo, the image recorded above does have a different style of painting.
People lying on the grass and groaning in pain tried to crawl in all directions. A brisk man with a broom moved forward calmly in this mess. The crowd under his feet gave way, as if returning from a battlefield. Returning generals are average.
"After Ireland's 0:1880 defeat, six hundred Irish fans went into a frenzy, pounced at the end of the game and were wiped out."
Fred pointed to the text under the picture and read a paragraph clearly, then he showed a helpless smile to Mrs Weasley, shrugged and said, "Mom, I think it's not Ron who needs to be careful, but Mrs. It’s us who are going to watch the game today.”
"Dad knows too many friends. I was just listening to my dad muttering that he had received hundreds of messy letters, what made Ron transfer teams, threatened not to let him play, and lost his fortune in gambling to find Dad What is the compensation?"
"Compared to Ron, we are the ones who need to pay more attention to safety! If those psychopaths recognize us as his brother"
The five exchanged glances.
"It's a matter of life and death."
"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted them, "Breakfast is almost ready, Dad has prepared a good place for us, even those crazy people can't find it, you guys go out after breakfast Pick up, Charlie, you drive, Hermione, Harry, and Neville are all coming, don't keep them waiting."
"Of order!" The twins saluted Mrs. Weasley in a dignified manner, then turned around and slapped Charlie on the ass, "Driver, are you ready? Would you like a bottle of whiskey to strengthen your courage?"
"Ouch, brother, brother, don't slap your face"
Charlie, who has developed a strong physique because of how to train the dragon, can easily catch the twins.
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The satisfying breakfast is over. Mr. Weasley's magically modified new car will not make a 'creaking' sound, nor will it emit choking black smoke. This car is recommended by Mr. Granger. After being transformed by magic, the level of luxury and comfort has increased dozens of times, and the huge space in the car makes it no problem at all to hold a party in it.
It took them a lot of time to pick up Hermione, Harry, and Neville. The Quidditch World Cup stadium was covered with Muggle expulsion spells, and the Grangers couldn't go to watch it. Although Neville's parents are now They have already gone home, but they still need a long time to rest, and this time the Quidditch match will not be able to come.
And not long after, Mr. Weasley's old friend Amos brought Cedric to the Burrow with Floo powder, and Qiu also arrived with her parents. A hearty lunch and the game starting after sunset don't require them to rush to the venue.
"Arthur, do you know? When I heard Cedric talk about Ron before, I thought he was bragging. I didn't expect it to be an eye-opener this time!"
"Take the England team to win the championship! This is something that hasn't happened for hundreds of years. England won the World Cup last time. I think about what happened hundreds of years ago?"
"England did not win the championship. They reached the final once in 1477 and missed the championship by ten points."
Charlie, who is familiar with the history of Quidditch, added that he originally planned to join the professional Quidditch team, but in the end, the excitement brought to him by the fire dragon made him choose the profession of dragon trainer.
"So bad?" Amos Diggory showed an expression of disbelief.
"Yes, but there is a record of winning the league and the European Cup, but that is the British club team, the national team."
"Hehe~" Charlie sneered, "Ever since they were 'sold' by the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, they haven't made it to the semi-finals once. They are willing to spend money to raise players, but how to use it. Hehe~"
"I hear they like sweaty butts."
Amos, who knew the situation of Great Britain well, was silent, and cast his eyes into the distance in frustration.
"Okay, okay, the kids are all here, it's afternoon now, we are almost ready to go to the game site, Ludo sent me two portkeys, we have a lot of people, so we need two."
"But remember one thing!" Mr. Weasley said loudly to them: "Remember to wear a hat, there are [-] wizards at the scene, most of them are allergic to red hair, please cover it tightly."
There was a burst of uncontrollable '噗味' laughter, maybe the red-haired one is not necessarily Weasley, but Weasley must be red-haired.
Who knows who spread these words, anyway, when the huge international accident caused by Ron reached its peak, these things spread inexplicably.
Many emotional fans are now like angry bulls, staring at the red hair is a death stare.
"I'm not joking. The crazy moves made by the Irish fans before are all true. For this reason, the department also sent additional Aurors to maintain order on the scene, but hundreds of people can't do much, so everyone should be careful One point, this is no joke."
"Okay, the time is almost up!" Mr. Weasley glanced at his pocket watch, and then took out two relatively normal-looking port keys, which were two palm-sized iron rings. Strange thing, these two door keys are considered normal.
"Put a finger on it, we have one last minute. Get ready."
They divided into two teams in the backyard of the Burrow, and then they stretched out their fingers and pointed at the somewhat icy ring.
A blue light lit up on the ring, and as the navel was jerked backwards, their feet were off the ground, and they were dragged forward by the Portkey, their eyes could not see anything clearly, similar to howling The noise of the wind fills the ears.
"[-]:[-], from The Burrow." A voice sounded.
"It's you! Arthur!"
The voice suddenly cheered up.
"Shhhhhhhh, keep your voice down, Basil." Mr. Weasley quickly raised his fingers, and he didn't even have time to help Ginny who accidentally fell beside him.
"You know, the situation is a little delicate right now."
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" The wizard named Basil nodded repeatedly. His thick dark circles made him look haggard, but compared with the clothes on his body, his complexion was quite normal.
After all, he was wearing a tweed suit on his upper body and a pair of high rubber boots that reached his thighs on his lower body. He looked like a manure digger and a dishonest businessman, which was really eye-catching, and the colleague beside him Equally excessive, the South American cloak is paired with a pleated skirt from the Scottish Highlands, and the cool breeze that must be beneficial to the body is blowing his ass, secretly yuppie.
It was no longer the time when wizards came the most in the morning and noon, and there were no other wizards around the Portkey reception point, otherwise Basil's voice just now would definitely attract people's attention.
"Let me see, your camp is at... Weasley. Weasley. I remember it clearly before."
"Here." His companion pointed to a blank area.
"Oh, by the way, it is the area marked out by Ludo the day before yesterday. This is the gathering point for England fans. You will be safe there, but it is best not to go to the area on the west side. That is the Bulgarian camp. Today they Murderous, especially when your son crushed the Irish team the day before yesterday. They were all yelling to get Ron out of the field and not hurt their Krum."
"Krum?" Not everyone knew Quidditch well.
"The Bulgarian team's seeker is a very good player. He is almost the spiritual pillar of the Bulgarian team. He went to school in Durmstrang. I heard that he is one of the warriors in Durmstrang this year."
Charlie, who knows everything about Quidditch, explained to those who don't know that after becoming a dragon trainer at the Hogwarts Dragon Training Ground, at least for the next few months, Charlie will be unusually leisurely. The little dragon just broke out of its shell for a few months, and Hagrid, a male mother, enjoyed being a male mother. He didn't need Charlie to intervene at all. He spent all his spare time on Quidditch. His second favorite hobby was Quidditch.
"Oh, then wish him a good time in the hospital."
The twins sent a blessing dryly, "May there be no Bludgers in heaven."
"But the new Quidditch rules came out, don't you know?"
When they left for the camp, Charlie said to the twins: "There was news a few days ago that the International Quidditch Association has specially set up new rules for Ron. There are a total of twelve rules, all of which are rules that restrict batters. , For example, you can’t knock down more than two people in a game, and the Bludger must increase the buffer magic to reduce the impact damage after the strength exceeds the limit threshold.”
"Anyway. There are a lot of them anyway. What is the strong advice for Quidditch players to exercise rational restraint when they are attacked by fans, even if they cast hundreds of jinxes on you, don't break everyone's arms at once. Although they asked for it, being exhausted will affect their performance the next day."
'Puff puff puff' gloating laughter accompanied them all the way to the camp, and a tent that was slightly larger than the surrounding tents, with a small fence and protective magic, appeared in front of them.
This is a camp specially prepared by the Ministry of Magic for the family members of a certain player. Three or four Aurors can be seen stationed not far away. The silver-blue flag of the British team is flying in this entire area. The dragon and the crown above are shining with golden light, shining brightly.
Many photos of Ron were enlarged and pasted on the outside of their respective tents. Ron, who was carrying a bat and smiling brightly, looked harmless to humans and animals, but the row of stretchers behind him told people that things were far from perfect. So simple and sunny at first sight.
"It's not bad here!"
"Yes, there are twenty rooms in total. This is the largest tent that the Ministry can provide, and it is also the safest."
"However, can we start the fire now?"
Mr. Weasley said in a brisk tone, "I heard from Wendell that Muggles would build a bonfire when camping outside, and then boil water and cook food on it."
"I've wanted to try it for a long time! This is also to avoid being discovered by Muggles, right! You see, everyone is working hard to make the tent less strange to Muggles, right?"
Mr. Weasley pointed to the densely packed hundreds of tents in front of him, but the tents shining with magic light were not convincing at all, especially when they didn't plan to take off the moving portrait of Ron, it was especially conspicuous.
But everyone has no objection to this. Although magic is very convenient, the Muggle lifestyle is also very interesting, isn't it!
A few boys with hats went to the woods to collect firewood, but there was no red-haired Seid, Neville accompanied Hermione and Qiu, carrying a water bottle, walked through the tent in front to the water point, and there were many people along the road. They are all greeting them, there are a lot of little Hogwarts wizards here, and a group of Ron's fans are none other than Hogwarts classmates.
Some very young wizards are flying low on toy broomsticks, and some mischievous children stole their parents' wands and squatted on the ground happily poking slugs, watching the bugs grow bigger and bigger, Then it exploded with a 'bang', which made him yell for his mother in fright, and then his buttocks were pressed down and spanked for a while.
"Sed! Neville! Hermione! By the way, you are Cho!"
At the mouth of a silver-blue tent, a familiar voice made them stop.
"Seamus! Nice to meet you here."
"Hehehe~ Of course! I am also very happy, and this is our big brother participating in the competition!"
Seamus proudly puffed out his chest. On his chest was a dragon-shaped crown badge, and a line of small characters flashed on it: "The dragon knight who conquered the sky——Ron Weasley!"
"Where did this badge come from?" Harry asked curiously.
"There is a hawker selling it in front of me. I heard that it was just customized. I bought it immediately. It is said that there will be a surprise in the opening of the finals."
"By the way, my mother originally supported the Irish team, but after she knew that Ron was in the same dormitory with me, she immediately changed into the silver and blue decoration of the British team. Have you seen Ron now? Can you bring me some autographs, you guys are going to the competition next year, and it will take a whole year to meet again."
"We'll have Ron write a dozen and send them to you."
"Really? This is great!" Seamus couldn't help but cheered, a puff of black smoke came out of his forehead, and there was a slight crackling sound, and he seemed to be able to blow himself up for fun when he was excited Well, I guess if you continue to practice, there is absolutely no problem in casting the blasting spell without a staff.
Saying goodbye to Seamus, they filled the jug they brought with them at a water point. On the way back, they chose another road. This place is not all decorated with silver and blue. There are many people with different skin colors and different accents. Wizards from different countries are talking together.
At the scene of this unprecedented World Cup match, they also saw many students from other magic schools, which made these few people who will be able to meet and confront little wizards from other parts of the world very excited in half a month.
Although Hermione saw many introductions of magic schools in other countries in the book, the different magic in each region was not mentioned, which was very itchy.
When they returned to the camp, a somewhat funny scene appeared.Several adults who were both parents squatted beside a pile of timber, and they chattered to Mr. Weasley, giving him advice.
And Mr. Weasley was holding a box of matches in his hand, and was yelling and playing with the matches. As soon as the head of the match was ignited, he threw the match out in a hurry, and the progress of lighting the fire did not improve at all.
Only Qiu Zhang's father was watching with a smile on his face. He rationally chose to shut up and let his friends enjoy the fun brought by Muggle items.
However, after playing for half an hour, the childlike innocence that they had only surfaced for a long time was gradually wiped out at this moment. Mr. Zhang naturally took over the task of lighting the fire. As a professional researcher of ancient characters and a qualified adventurer, Stuff like lighting a fire without a wand didn't bother him at all.
Before dusk came, they built a strong bonfire, and Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Diggory, and Mrs. Zhang were in a hurry to cook a very sumptuous dinner on the simple stove by the unfamiliar bonfire. , this kind of experience is still very pleasant once in a while. As the aroma of food gradually drifts away, the extinguished bonfire means that the time for the game is approaching.
Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone held the purchased things in their hands. Most of them were souvenirs in the hawkers' carts, such as brand-new badges, the flag of the England team, and a panoramic binoculars for each person.
Walking quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage, they could hear hundreds of people moving around, their shouts, laughter, and even staccato singing, and their furious curses and even crying.
This kind of fanatical excitement is very prone to human-to-human transmission. The team that merged into the woods became larger and larger, and the laughter almost filled everyone's ears.
They walked through the woods for nearly twenty minutes, but the time was cut short by loud banter, and when they finally emerged on the other side of the woods, they found themselves in the shadow of a gigantic gymnasium.
The majestic golden wall requires people to look up to see the top. It is much bigger than any Muggle building. This is the work of [-] staff members from the Department of Magical Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic and the Department of International Magical Liaison of the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with the construction team. A building that took a full year to complete.
"This place can accommodate one hundred thousand spectators!" Mr. Weasley said proudly, he puffed up his chest after seeing the astonishment on the faces of the foreign wizards who came to watch the final, "Every inch of the land here has been cast with the Muggle Repelling Curse , including the sky, but it’s a pity that Wendell and Monica can’t watch the game anymore, it’s much better than football.”
Mr. Weasley sighed, regretting that Hermione's parents couldn't be there.
"Okay, let's set off quickly, there are more and more people behind, and our position is at the top."
They approached the nearest entrance, and the witch from the Ministry of Magic was busy checking the tickets. After checking a large stack of tickets handed out by Mr. Weasley, he nodded and said, "First-class tickets, the top box, go all the way to Go ahead Arthur, go all the way to the top, remember to bring me back with Ron's autograph, my daughter likes him so much."
Obviously, this is Mr. Weasley's acquaintance again. It seems pretty good to meet acquaintances everywhere?
But at this moment, Mr. Weasley could only nod his head and say goodbye. He pushed the children forward, and he vaguely felt some eyes on him. He didn't know it was because he took out such a thick stack The most advanced ticket or some other reason.
The stairs leading to the top floor of this huge stadium are covered with purple-red carpets. They climbed up the stairs together with the crowd. Slowly, the flow of people entered the stands on the left and right sides respectively, and they climbed all the way to the top and came to a small box. inside.
It is said to be a small box, but in fact, dozens of wizards can sit here. This is a magical room, not cramped at all (zè), and it is located at the highest point of the gymnasium, facing the golden goal post. The huge Quidditch pitch can be seen here, and even the commentator's commentary table is placed here.
At this time, there were not many people in the box, so they chose the front row near the railing on the edge of the box. Here, they only need to lean forward, and they can overlook the large dark audience below, but the noise is filtered by magic, and it doesn't seem excessive. Noisy, only the right enthusiasm left.
And at the edge of the corner of the box, a thin elf covering his eyes was trembling. Just as Hermione was about to ask Mr. Weasley, a passionate male voice broke in.
"Arthur!"
"My God! Arthur!"
A man wearing an old black and yellow striped robe spoke loudly to Mr. Weasley. His clothes looked a bit like ball uniform robes. He probably had his own intentions for wearing such a suit on this festival.
"Ludo, it's great to meet you, thank you for your ticket."
"Small meaning, ha ha ha ha." Ludo Bagman hugged Mr. Weasley vigorously, "This is all as it should be, every player's family has free tickets, if not for too few of you, special It's not a problem to prepare a box for you."
"But it's not bad now. The ministers will come later, but pay attention to the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria. He almost slapped the table with Minister Fudge and yelled at him yesterday."
"Really, I can't afford to lose all of them. I think back when I was still playing for the Wimbledon Hornets."
It seems to recall something embarrassing. It seems that the Hornets, which have only entered the European Cup final, seem to be forced to pull out a wave. It is quite embarrassing. Although England fans have regarded the European Cup as the World Cup and the club team as the national team, but the World Cup It's the World Cup, there's no substitute for it.
Other countries are not the same as England. There are not many national teams that have been forced to completely give up their hope of selling directly to private individuals because they are too draggy. The national teams of many countries represent the country's highest competitive strength.
"You should tell me." Ludo lowered his voice and said in Mr. Weasley's ear: "If you tell me that Ron will be so powerful, I will definitely bet heavily on the goblin, but unfortunately I am in his first place. The bet was placed at the end of the game, and the goblin just blocked Ron's game in a few seconds, if you give me one more minute! I can earn back 1 years of wages!"
"This is a heavy loss, Arthur!"
Ludo patted Mr. Weasley on the shoulder sadly, because he earned too little, his sad face was tightly wrinkled together, extremely melancholy.
"Uh... ahahahaha." Mr. Weasley scratched his head in embarrassment, "I actually didn't know, I knew that Ron played well in school, but it was in school, I didn't expect that will be like this"
"I was also scared at the time. It can't be my fault. I didn't bet at all." Mr. Weasley said truthfully, shrugging his shoulders to show his innocence.
"That's such a pity, you should seize the opportunity." Hearing such words, Ludo stopped pestering him. After all, he knew Mr. Weasley's character, and it was difficult for Brother Arthur to listen to his lies. , Arthur is a first-class good colleague, enthusiastic and capable.
Not long after, a lot of people flooded into the box again, just like what Ludo said before, and almost all the remaining seats were filled by senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and great wizards with status. He enthusiastically shook hands with Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley, who was already enjoying himself, responded repeatedly, with a smile on his face.
The last ones to arrive were Fudge and another angry man. They entered the box one after another. If they guessed right, he should be the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria that Ludo mentioned.
"Brother Arthur!" Fudge also gave Mr. Weasley a hug with enthusiasm. The unexpected Quidditch World Cup this time solved his urgent need. He was almost kicked out from the position of Minister of Magic. Fudge tried his best to hold on to the World Cup. The disastrous impact of Voldemort's attack on Hogwarts before was diluted a lot in front of the Quidditch World Cup.
This is no less than the World Cup that saved Fudge's life. Needless to say, Fudge also has unprecedented enthusiasm and expectations for Mr. Weasley.
"This is Arthur Weasley! That's Ron's father!" Fudge took Mr. Weasley's hand and introduced him to the angry man beside him. "This is Bulgaria's Minister of Magic—"
"Why are you stepping on me! You bastard! Social etiquette! Are you still a minister?!"
"I'm just a fucking fan now! You fucking minister! Cornelius Fudge! You're sincerely finding fault, aren't you! If Krum him! Krum him!"
"Krum will be kicked off by a Bludger in ten seconds! Our Hogwarts warriors will bloody Durmstrang's fellows!"
It was impossible for Fudge to give this guy any good looks, but that bright smiling face showed that he was in a very happy mood at the moment.
"￥...&%￥&...%￥"
The unintelligible minister, who is now just a fan, came out of his mouth with a lot of incomprehensible words. Poor Fudge doesn't understand foreign languages, but Crouch is not here now, and there is no one to translate for him.
"Okay, okay!" Fudge said loudly, "Ludo, the game is about to start, right?"
"Of course, you can start now!"
Ludo Bagman spoke passionately, and pointed to his throat with his wand: "The voice is loud!"
His voice instantly became as loud as thunder, suppressing the noise in the gymnasium.
"Ladies and gentlemen - welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"
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 very lively, and the advertisements floating on the blackboard opposite them were erased. The advertisement of invincible heroes dissipated at this time, and the remaining shadow of the sun pattern badge on the retina became nothingness.
And what reappeared on the blackboard was: Bulgaria: 0; England: 0.
"Okay, let's stop talking and 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 there at the moment.
"Wonder what they brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning out of his seat.
"It's Veela!" Mr. Weasley said in surprise, he quickly took off his glasses and wiped them on his robe in a hurry.
And the little wizards beside him tensed their bodies one by one. They had learned about Veela in class a long time ago. This is a kind of magical creature that resembles Snow Maiden and has some similar abilities to her. .
Between magical creatures and wizards, veela appear in human form most of the time, and when they are angry, they will reveal their real body, which is not a pleasant appearance, but now.
At least a hundred veela skated onto the field, and they were almost among the most beautiful women in the world.
Their skins shone with a soft light like the bright moon, like the highest-grade silk and satin. Just looking at them from a distance, people couldn't help but want to touch and caress them. Although there was no wind, their brilliant silver hair Long hair can also flutter along with it. This beautiful creature that is not like a human is born with only a strong charm.
Their voices are captivating, and their dance moves are captivating.
Those with weak minds will sink into their every move with strong seductive magic, and become a prop worse than licking a dog.
The only difference between them and the Snow Girl is that while the Snow Girl has ultimate beauty and temptation, they also have the terrifying power to easily set off an avalanche and ice storm. When there is resistance, the real body that scares people so much that they can't get back up can only be used as the last umbrella, which is not the way to make people excited.
The appearance of Veela made the audience all excited!Countless crazy thoughts reverberated in the mentally weak wizard's mind, and some people even jumped out of their seats and wanted to fly over to kiss Fangze, but they could only fall down and eat shit, completely waking up from the illusory dream.
The singing disappeared, the veela also stopped dancing, and there was a burst of dissatisfaction. There were still many wizards who wanted to take a second look, and it would be better if they could get closer.
"Now!"
Ludo Bagman's voice woke up the audience who were still a little bit above.
"Please open your eyes and look to the sky!"
"Welcome to the mascot of the England national team - and our warriors!"
"Welcome! This dragon knight galloping in the sky!"
"Ron Weasley!"
A glaring flame exploded over the Quidditch arena, a dark green fire dragon swooped down from the high clouds, and the storm created by its wings enveloped the entire Quidditch arena. This is the first 570-year-old Welsh green dragon. Dragon, the power brought by the old dragon who has stepped into the most powerful ancient dragon period is definitely not something Veela can easily shake.
Instead of the rough dragon chant, the Welsh green dragon's beautiful cry shocked everyone's ears.
In the center of the green dragon's ferocious horns, Ron, wearing the silver-blue England jersey, held the Firebolt in his hand and raised his fist. The robe blown up by the hunting wind made the flowing silver-blue ocean below boil instantly!
Ludo's voice was shattered by the frenzied shouts from the crowd. The dragon spread its wings and soared around the field for a week, then it rose sharply and rushed to the dark sky. On his broom, Ron's face with a relaxed smile appeared on the center screen.
"Then now!"
Ludo finally found a moment when the cheers were not too loud and cut in his voice.
"Please invite another team, let us welcome the players of the Bulgarian team!"
What?What about the rest of the England team?Why is it gone?
Ludo had already said it, but his voice was drowned out by the cheers that had sounded for Ron earlier, and no one cared, did they?
"The first is Dimitrov!"
A figure dressed in bright red broke into the sky above the stadium. His arrival opened the prelude to the indomitable shouts of the red phalanx.
"And then Ivanova!"
The second figure in the red robe flew out with a 'whoosh'.
"Zoglaf! Levsky! Volkanov! Volkov! And finally—Krum!"
The cheers of the red phalanx reached its climax, as if they wanted to suppress the carnival caused by the previous blue wave!
A black and thin man with grayish yellow skin, a big hooked nose, and two thick eyebrows appeared, like a huge eagle. It's hard to believe that this guy is still in the top three included in the age group.
"And our referee today! Hassan Mustafa, the president of the International Quidditch Federation who flew from Egypt a long way away and is very popular among users!"
A small, lean wizard strode across the field in robes of solid gold to match the color of the gymnasium. He was completely bald on the top of his head, but his beard gave the illusion that it had hijacked all his hair.
"It seems that this time there will be no black whistle."
Charlie said happily, "I thought there would be some hellish referee this time, such as a selectively blind referee from Japan."
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked puzzled.
"Didn't we travel to Egypt before!" Bill said, "Ron did something at that time, and all the wizards in Egypt liked him very much."
Bill's explanation made Hermione suddenly realize that there was too much knowledge stuffed into her head, and before she had fully digested it, she was a little slower than before, so in August, she didn't touch the book at all.
"Look, it's starting!" Harry touched Hermione's arm to remind her that the game was about to start.
Hassan got on his broom and kicked the wooden box under his arm on takeoff, sending four balls flying into the air: a bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and It was a tiny, tiny golden snitch with wings.
Hassan blew the whistle to start the game, and he jumped into the sky in an instant!
"They're off! Not surprisingly, the Bulgarian team got the ball!" Ludo Bagman shouted loudly!
"Who will end up first!"
"Here comes the Quaffle! Come!"
"Lewski has the ball! But the Quaffle is coming to him!"
"Perfect hit!"
The loud sound of Bagman slapping the table echoed in the box.
"The referee blew the silver whistle! He is going to check on Lewski, I need to add here!"
"Before the start of this match, the International Quidditch Association urgently issued twelve bans related to batters! Among them, the number of knockdowns is limited! Only two can be shot down! Substitute players have become crucial Location!"
"What's more, this game has added protective magic to the Bludger, which will reduce the damage of the Bludger when the hitting force exceeds the threshold!"
"This is a strongly targeted restriction on Ron! This is not a really fair game!"
"But let's look at player Ron, he doesn't seem to be dissatisfied with this, he is moving his arms, it seems that he wants to increase the power of hitting the ball again?"
"Lewski didn't die, his head was not smashed into the hospital in an instant!"
"The game restarted, who got the ball! But it was snatched away again in an instant, what the hell! This idiot!"
Ludo's yelling and the audience's yelling merged into one, without the slightest sense of disobedience. It is a person who can't help but pooh when he sees the ball being intercepted in less than a second. This is not as good as the national football team. Woolen cloth!At least the national football team can kick into their own goal!
"The bludger was once again played by Ron on the bat, and the empty goal frame of the England team was completely unguarded! It's the same as having nothing!"
"The Bludger knocked the Quaffle away! Bulgaria's first attack failed! But—"
"Look!"
The roaring voice of Ludo Bagman made the audience focus on Krum, a man who was wandering freely in the sky and was being chased by the Bludger.
The Bludger with the piercing roar completely lost its ability to control itself. Ron's swollen right arm contained the power of an explosive dragon, and it was broken by the Bludger that was drawn into the depression. The sound barrier, the loud noise reverberated in the huge Quidditch field, and the doorpost that was accidentally hit made a loud and piercing trembling sound. The sunken doorpost is a true portrayal of the terrible destructive power!
The magic on the Bludger couldn't withstand the full burst of dragon power at all, and the limit of magic was brutally torn to shreds by the pure power of the body!
Everyone on the field felt a little weak. The players who had been flying quickly in the sky began to tremble.
"You fucking magic protects a hammer!"
"Gan!"
"boom!"
Krum, who had escaped several Bludger attacks, still couldn't completely dodge all the damage. He flew out of the broom after being hit directly, flew fifty feet across the sky, and landed heavily on the railing of the stands. , The huge mental stimulation brought by the almost ninety-degree bent body caused a burst of unknown roars to rage on the court!
The referee blew the whistle in an instant, and the medical team rushed forward in a flash. They used very professional, skillful, and fast methods to clean up Krum in an instant.
"Don't worry about dying."
The resident doctor of the World Cup who has taken over 36 patients even gave a reassuring thumbs up, "But the game will be avoided, and things like growing bones should let him have a good rest all night."
"Of course, if the game hadn't ended by then, he could have come back." The doctor added, but this was almost nonsense.
"Viktor Krum is off with regret! But the Bulgarian team did not prepare a replacement Seeker this time! No replacement without reporting, they only reported the position of the Chaser, maybe this time it may be a tug of war ?”
"Then the game continues!"
"boom!"
"Okay." Ludo's high-pitched voice dropped, "The goalkeeper is gone."
"The game continues. I think you should get used to this. It was even worse before than now."
"But can England really win this time? Can they really win?"
"The Bulgarian team has two people off the field, so Ron can't continue to beat people off with the Bludger, but the England team can't get the ball! The goalkeeper is useless, and my grandma is better than riding a broom." They fly well! These idiots!"
But within a few tens of seconds after Ludo's words fell, the Quidditch pitch was ignited again with fervent frenzy!
"Ron Weasley! We will always be gods!"
"I think the International Quidditch League needs to add a rule after this game is over! That is! It is not allowed to let the Bludger hit the Quaffle to score a goal!"
"It doesn't matter if those trash can't grab the ball! We're going to grab it! The Bulgarian team can't hold the ball for more than three seconds at all! You can't hold the ball for more than three seconds! You're not a man!"
"20:0!"
"The score gap is being opened up, and we see the familiar lineup again! The three Chasers were kicked out by the Quaffle and couldn't stay in place for a second, and those two so-and-so were in front of the goal frame without a goalkeeper Start scoring points!"
"The batters who can't touch the Bludgers are just stupid! The Bulgarian team just don't take them! A few more Seekers may end this humiliating game early, after all, the so-and-so has no competition at all The ability of the Golden Snitch!"
"The score continues to rise as always! It has broken [-]!"
"Six hundred!"
"Seven hundred!"
"Eight hundred!"
"Nine hundred!"
"They are still very proficient at scoring points, after all, it's all about hands!"
"One thousand points achieved! Now I expect that whoever can quickly find the Golden Snitch to end this humiliating game. What are the Bulgarian players doing?"
"Oh~~ They are helping that so-and-so to find the Snitch. What a lofty spirit of friendship first and competition second! Let's applaud the players of the Bulgarian team!"
Ludo's mouth, a knife that kills without blood.
The Bulgarian red phalanx has now become pitch-black, and it is a picture of faces that have turned black with blood.
I don't know who started it first, but there was a magic spell in the auditorium, and then an overwhelming curse struck Ron in an instant!
"What about your quality! What kind of B-fans are you! Attacking the players on the spot during the Quidditch match! This."
Ludo's roar was interrupted by a clearer voice.
"Ultimate armor protection!"
The hand that didn't hold the wand slapped a giant city wall as thick as a mountain, and the surging magic power set off a gust of wind on the court.
The almost condensed Iron Armor Curse turned into a city wall that crashed down from a height of hundreds of feet, and countless sparks of the curse shattered on it, but failed to shatter the transparent and illusory Iron Armor Curse.
The huge dark green fire dragon fell into the clouds again, and the wizard who was in a hurry to escape stepped aside. The fire dragon crushed the chairs in the stands, and the huge dragon head stared at the dazed fans.
"Don't be afraid, this fire dragon has been tamed by Ron, it doesn't hurt anyone, now wait for the referee to give a verdict, just now Ron used magic, but it seems that he didn't use a wand?"
The game was suspended, and the referee Hassan flew to Ron and said a few words to him. After a while, the green dragon that Ron waved away disappeared again, and the wizards who were still in shock protested loudly that Ron should be killed. Disqualified, he just used magic!This is not allowed.
"Quiet, I'm Hassan Mustafa, the referee of this competition, the current chairman of the Quidditch Union, according to the latest revision of the Quidditch rules 137, contestants are not allowed to use wands to release magic, whether it is It doesn’t matter to yourself or your opponent or the referee or the audience.”
Dissatisfied boos rose from the silver-blue waves.
"But!" Hassan said forcefully, "Contestant Ron didn't use a wand at that time, and it was to protect his own safety from the attacks of many malicious spectators. It was not within the scope of punishment under this rule. You should be lucky. If he fights back and unfortunately beats you half paralyzed, he will not be held responsible, this is a legitimate self-defense."
"The game continues."
The bald-headed, white-bearded uncle smiled cheerfully with Ron, and then blew the whistle to continue the game.
Amid the desperate sighs of the Bulgarian fans, with the help of the Bulgarian team's friendship first, that so-and-so finally found the well-hidden Golden Snitch in the first [-] minutes of the game, ending this time full of twists and turns World Cup final.
The silver-blue ocean was extraordinarily turbulent when Ron led those so-and-so around the field to welcome the championship trophy. This may not be the most exciting Quidditch match, but it is definitely the most exciting that fans have seen There is no one in the game!
After shaking hands with the two ministers in the box, Ron, who was carrying the championship trophy, finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was really exhausting to play with six pig teammates, especially the last game. The Bulgarian team flew well , and after the Bludger was modified, it was not as easy to play as before. It took [-]% of the force every time to achieve the previous effect, but the ending was still gratifying.
The letter from Sirius was delivered immediately. He has successfully sold the England team, and Ron can tear up the contract. Similarly, he and Ron split the profits from selling the team. One hundred thousand Galleons fell into his pocket.
only.
"Should I take it myself? Or will you give it to me yourself?"
"I'm sorry, my teacher is Nicole May, he generously lent me the ownership of the Alchemy Legion."
Ron's devilish smile was infinitely magnified in the eyes of these trembling goblins!
"You are playing black ball! You are cheating! You! You you you you you you!!!!"
"But it's not in the contract, is it?"
"Fairy will abide by the spirit of the contract, right?"
Avalon's scabbard appeared on Ron's back, and the illusory holy sword condensed in it, exuding bloody magic waves that made the goblin's heart stop.
"Should I go in and get it myself, or should you send it to me?"
"Hahahaha~~~"
"Hahahahahahahahahaha~~~"
This devilish laughter shattered the last line of defense in their hearts. Before the magic holy sword exuding the familiar bloody breath, the goblins fell to their knees in despair.
"I give. We give. Give."
"My money."
"Money!!!!!!!!!"
"Pfft~~~~" The goblin, whose head was swooning, spewed out a mist of blood, but their eyes were wide open!Like a dimmed gem, it has lost all the brilliance of nostalgia for life.
(End of this chapter)