Chapter 440
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 440
"What do you say? Professor Black."
Scott turned to look at Sirius approaching.
He had already sensed that Sirius had brought Harry, Ron, and Hermione over, and since he had confirmed their identities, he didn't stop talking.
"I've already said, just call me Sirius."
Sirius grinned.
Harry's eyes widened and he asked, "Did you just say that there might be an accident in today's game? Is there any basis for it?"
Scott shook his head, "No, I'm not sure about anything, so I just want to remind everyone to be careful."
"Seriously, I hope you're not a crow's mouth." Ron wrinkled his whole face.
Scott shrugged.
"It's right to be careful." Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder, "No one can predict the actions of those lunatics."
Hermione said with an unhappy face: "I also really want to know, since what happened like that, why didn't the Ministry of Magic cancel the match? This is irresponsible!"
"Because nothing is more important than Quidditch!" Fred and George said in unison.
The others also looked at Hermione with disapproving eyes, as if she had just said something outrageous.
"Oh!" Hermione was a little annoyed, "Don't you only think about Quidditch? Shouldn't safety be a more important thing?"
"This is the World Cup! The final!" Ron's expression was exaggerated. "Wizards all over the world are watching this match!"
"And you're here too, aren't you?" Harry said with a smile.
"I... I just don't want to miss my appointment," said Hermione, blushing.
"Don't worry, it's okay." Ron said carelessly, "Even if something happens, my dad and Bill can take us away with Apparition."
"I still can't understand." Hermione looked at Scott. "The news has been published in the newspapers, but all the foreigners have come. And the British Ministry of Magic. If something happens, they may have to say goodbye." blame."
Scott spread his hands.
Maybe this is the wizard.
Many times, wizards appear chaotic and insane to Muggles, just like the men in women's clothing at the camp.
If it was a Muggle government, under the threat of terrorists, it would never dare to gather countless people to take risks like this.
But wizards' enthusiasm for Quidditch is unreasonable.
At this time, Sirius smiled mysteriously, "The decision made by the Ministry of Magic is more than that."
His words aroused everyone's curiosity, but no matter how he asked him, he shook his head and didn't say anything. He just told them and they would know when the time came.
Scott looked at him in surprise.
In this situation, could it be that the Triwizard Tournament can really be held?
Why does he feel so unreliable?
The day passed quickly.
When the time came to the evening, the people in the camp had already begun to get excited, and the atmosphere was becoming more and more enthusiastic.
When night fell, the wizards had completely thrown away their poor disguise and used magic freely.
The Ministry of Magic seems to be succumbing to the inevitable, and instead of fighting people, they choose to let them be.
A group of peddlers apparated from the sky.
They held trays in their hands and pushed trolleys, attracting people's attention with a variety of products.
There are illuminated rosettes, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria, that even scream out the players' names.
There are tall green hats decorated with clover dancing in the wind.
There is a Bulgarian sash with a lion printed on it that actually roars.
There are national flags of the two countries, and their national anthems are played when they are waved.
There are statues of famous team members for collection, and those little statues can walk around in the palm of your hand with a smug look.
There is also a small model of the Firebolt that can really fly.
Scott and the others walked around the vendors and paid for a few badges.
Eddie said with great regret, "It's a mistake. We should have prepared a long time ago, then joined their ranks, and made a lot of money!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to cover his chest, showing a painful expression, as if he really missed a hundred million.
Scott laughed.
"It's not that we don't lose money in the follow-up." He looked at the twins.
Fred and George smiled and said to Eddie, "Unfortunately, Eddie, I'm afraid you won't be part of the money-making plan this time."
"No!" Eddie's eyes widened, "We are partners, no matter what you do, don't try to leave me behind!"
The twins looked at each other, then at Scott, "What do you think, Scott?"
Scott suppressed a smile, "It's up to you to decide."
Eddie jumped up and down for a long time before Fred and George "reluctantly" let him join their plan.
It wasn't until he heard the exact words that Eddie finally calmed down with satisfaction.
Roger made sarcastic remarks from the side, "You don't know what their plan is, whether they will make money or not, and why are you so eager to join?"
"Hmph, you don't know that." Eddie proudly raised his head, "We have never failed to make money!"
Fred and George walked over to Eddie at once, and each put a hand on his left and right shoulders.
"Thank you for your trust, Eddie!"
"In this case, the most important task in this plan is entrusted to you!"
"What?" The fat on Eddie's face trembled, "Why do I have an ominous premonition."
"You think too much." Fred patted his left shoulder, "This is the most critical step in this plan."
George patted his right shoulder, "We all agree that it's the safest thing to leave it to you!"
"Well, what do you want me to do, please tell me directly!" Eddie asked with a bitter face.
"very good."
Fred smiled contentedly.
He took out the [Magic Camera] from his pocket and stuffed it into Eddie's hand.
"Your task is to record the whole process of today's game with [Magic Camera]!"
George said, "We can sell videos of the finals after school starts!"
Eddie looked at the cylindrical [Magic Camera] in his hand, his chubby face completely collapsed.
"You want me to be a photographer?" He said dissatisfied, "Wouldn't it be impossible for me to watch the game with all my heart?"
Fred and George immediately changed their faces.
"Eddie, we trust you to entrust this task to you."
"If you can't do anything, why should we let you join our money-making scheme?"
"What about you?" Eddie was unconvinced, "What are you going to do?"
Fred said with a grin, "We, we provide [Magic Camera], of course, and sell it later."
"I was in charge of editing and post-production," Scott said.
Eddie was dumbfounded at first, then rolled his eyes, showing a treacherous expression.
"Just me is not enough," he said.
"What's not enough?" George asked.
"There are not enough camera positions." Eddie explained, "I can only take pictures from one angle by myself. In that case, even with post-editing, it will look very monotonous, so..."
He also looked at the twins with a grin.
"You also have to take charge of the shooting. It just so happens that our seats are not together, so we can record pictures from different angles!"
"We don't need it." Fred immediately refused.
"Yes, you are enough." George nodded in agreement.
"The more exciting our films look, the better they will sell!" Eddie stared at them closely, and asked sadly, "Tell me, don't you want to make more money?"
"This……"
When Eddie mentioned money, the twins hesitated.
Eddie hurriedly chased after the victory, "Fred, George, don't forget your joke shop, it's just sacrificing some emotions while watching the game, what's the point for ideals?"
"us……"
Both Fred and George's expressions loosened.
Eddie continued his efforts, "What's more, there are two of you, you can take turns to shoot, and everyone can still enjoy half of the fun!"
"Ok."
"We'll take a copy too."
For money, Fred and George completely compromised.
"That's right." Eddie smiled triumphantly, "It's all about making money, what can't be done?"
Scott watched the scene amusedly.
Fred and George had their moments of persuasion, too, and Eddie was really firing on all cylinders to get them into the water.
At this moment, a deep and deep gong sounded from somewhere far away in the woods. The next moment, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed brightly on the trees, illuminating the road to the arena.
"It's time!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly to everyone, "Hurry up, let's go!"
He took the initiative to lead the way, and the group of people chatted and laughed, and walked quickly into the woods through the road illuminated by lanterns.
The people in the camp were already moving, as if hundreds of people were walking around them.
The frenetic excitement was contagious, with joy on everyone's face wherever you looked.
There were shouts, laughter, and noisy singing, and Scott and the others had to speak loudly to each other.
Rimbaud had been obediently standing on Scott's shoulder, and Scott turned his head to look at it from time to time, worried that the Lord of the Black Wings would be squeezed.
Ten minutes later, they emerged from the other side of the woods.
By this time they were already in the shadow of a huge stadium.
Scott looked up and could only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the arena.
The stadium is obviously very tall, and ten cathedrals seem to be no problem in it.
"It can accommodate [-] spectators." Mr. Weasley enthusiastically introduced to everyone, "Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. Every inch of the place has been cursed to expel Muggles. This year Among them, whenever the Muggles approached here, they would suddenly think of the urgent matter and walk away in a hurry... God bless them."
As he spoke, he led everyone to the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by many shouting wizards.
"First-class ticket." The witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at the ticket in Mr. Weasley's hand, "Top box! Go all the way upstairs, Arthur, to the very top."
The stairs leading to the gymnasium were covered with fuchsia carpets, and they passed through the ticket gates and climbed the stairs with the crowd.
When they got here, Roger and Eddie would separate from them and enter different stands.
"My dad is waiting for us, see you later!"
Roger waved to Scott and joined Eddie in the crowd.
Scott followed in Mr. Weasley's footsteps until he reached the top of the stairs.
They came to a small box at the top of the gymnasium.
The view here is the best, facing the golden goalposts.
In the box here are some twenty purple and gilt chairs, divided into two rows.
They sat directly in the front row and stretched their necks to look down.
A total of [-] wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats surround the oval-shaped gymnasium and are arranged upwards in a ladder shape.
Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light that seems to come from the stadium itself.
From their vantage point, the arena was as smooth as velvet.
On either side of the field were three pitching goals, fifty feet high.
To the right of the goal, almost at eye level, is a huge blackboard.
At this time, golden words kept flashing on the blackboard, as if an invisible giant hand was writing on the blackboard and then erasing them.
Those are advertisements for the audience at the stadium.
[Cornflower: a broomstick for the whole family - safe, reliable, with built-in anti-theft buzzer...]
[Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover: Removes Stains With Ease...]
[Fengya brand wizard clothing - London, Paris, Hogsmeade...]
In the next half hour, people entered their box from time to time.
Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who were generally well-dressed and seemed to be of high status.
Every time Mr. Weasley shook hands and greeted people, Percy would stand up and bow hurriedly again and again, causing his brothers to look at him strangely.
He is also an adult, but Sirius is much more independent than Mr. Weasley.
He didn't seem to want to deal with those people, and he opened a section of his robe to reveal some chest tattoos, and even sat like a ruffian, talking and laughing quietly with Harry sitting next to him.
It wasn't until Ms. Burns, the director of the Law Enforcement Department, and Bagman, the director of the Sports Department, accompanied the Bulgarian Minister of Magic to the box, that Sirius casually adjusted his robes and greeted Ms. Burns.
Bagman took advantage of Ms. Burns' conversation with the Bulgarian Minister for Magic and went to the front row to complain to Mr. Weasley.
"Oh, Arthur, you must have no idea how tired I am." He lowered his voice, "We have no ministers now, Barty Crouch is suspended, and Amelia Burns is too busy Nobody can help me, and the Bulgarian wizard doesn't understand English at all..."
At this time, Ms. Burns called him, and he turned and ran back quickly.
"Okay, we can finally start!"
After a few seconds, he quickly ran back.
Bagman straightened his round stomach, drew his wand, and pointed it at his throat.
"Sounds loud!"
His voice resounded throughout the stadium like thunder, clearly reaching every corner of the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"
Deafening cheers and applause immediately erupted in the stadium.
The audience waved colorful flags and sang the national anthem in a mess. Everyone's enthusiasm had reached the highest point, and the atmosphere was almost about to explode.
On the blackboard opposite, the advertisement for Bibi Multi-flavored Beans disappeared, and now it shows——
Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.
"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"
The neat bright red phalanx on the right side of the stand burst into loud cheers at this moment.
"Wonder what they brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning out of his seat.
"Ah!" He took off his glasses abruptly, and hurriedly wiped them on his robe, "Vela!"
At this time, a hundred Veela are gliding neatly towards the arena.
Scott also saw Veela in person for the first time.
Their appearance looks like human women, but they are much more beautiful than humans.
Their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and although there was no wind, their golden hair fluttered smoothly behind their heads like silk.
Just then, the music started and the veela began to dance.
Seeing the charming figures of those unreal beauties dancing gracefully, Scott suddenly felt joyful.
This joyful emotion was very light, not enough to make him react uncontrollably and violently like the other boys, but it also made him smile unconsciously.
Scott blinked, running Occlumency just in time to suppress the false glee.
At this moment, one of Harry's legs was already on the railing, and Ron made a posture that seemed to be about to dive from the diving board.
Although Fred and George were not so embarrassed, their eyes were round and they didn't blink.
Neither Mr. Weasley nor Sirius lost his composure, but they didn't stop Harry and Ron, but looked at the two boys and laughed.
It wasn't until the veela danced and left that Harry and Ron came back to their senses completely.
The gymnasium was filled with angry yelling from men, many of whom were reluctant to leave the veela.
"Now, please raise your wand in the air!" Bagman's sonorous voice sounded again. "Welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"
"Whoosh!"
A giant green and gold comet flew into the stadium.
It flew around the pavilion before splitting into two smaller comets, each heading towards a set of goalposts.
An arched rainbow suddenly appeared across the arena, connecting the two gleaming balls.
There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, as if watching a fireworks display.
Immediately afterwards, the rainbow faded, and the flashing balls merged with each other to form a huge clover, which rose high into the air and hovered above the stands.
crackling.
Golden raindrops are falling.
"awesome!"
Shamrocks hovered above their heads, and kept dropping huge gold coins, which fell on their heads and seats.
Scott looked up and found that the clover was actually made up of countless small figures in red vests and mustaches, each holding a small golden or green lamp.
"It's an Irish leprechaun!"
Everyone happily picked up the gold coins.
Bang!
Another loud noise caught everyone's attention.
A gigantic skeleton appeared above the gymnasium.
The skeleton is composed of countless emerald green star-like things, and a large boa constrictor protrudes from the skull's mouth like a tongue.
Accompanied by the dazzling green light of the skeleton, a thick black cloud of smoke slowly descended from the sky above the gymnasium like a thick cloud.
At this moment, everyone stared blankly at this scene.
"what!"
The leprechauns who were throwing gold coins fled in all directions, and then there were screams one after another.
(End of this chapter)
"What do you say? Professor Black."
Scott turned to look at Sirius approaching.
He had already sensed that Sirius had brought Harry, Ron, and Hermione over, and since he had confirmed their identities, he didn't stop talking.
"I've already said, just call me Sirius."
Sirius grinned.
Harry's eyes widened and he asked, "Did you just say that there might be an accident in today's game? Is there any basis for it?"
Scott shook his head, "No, I'm not sure about anything, so I just want to remind everyone to be careful."
"Seriously, I hope you're not a crow's mouth." Ron wrinkled his whole face.
Scott shrugged.
"It's right to be careful." Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder, "No one can predict the actions of those lunatics."
Hermione said with an unhappy face: "I also really want to know, since what happened like that, why didn't the Ministry of Magic cancel the match? This is irresponsible!"
"Because nothing is more important than Quidditch!" Fred and George said in unison.
The others also looked at Hermione with disapproving eyes, as if she had just said something outrageous.
"Oh!" Hermione was a little annoyed, "Don't you only think about Quidditch? Shouldn't safety be a more important thing?"
"This is the World Cup! The final!" Ron's expression was exaggerated. "Wizards all over the world are watching this match!"
"And you're here too, aren't you?" Harry said with a smile.
"I... I just don't want to miss my appointment," said Hermione, blushing.
"Don't worry, it's okay." Ron said carelessly, "Even if something happens, my dad and Bill can take us away with Apparition."
"I still can't understand." Hermione looked at Scott. "The news has been published in the newspapers, but all the foreigners have come. And the British Ministry of Magic. If something happens, they may have to say goodbye." blame."
Scott spread his hands.
Maybe this is the wizard.
Many times, wizards appear chaotic and insane to Muggles, just like the men in women's clothing at the camp.
If it was a Muggle government, under the threat of terrorists, it would never dare to gather countless people to take risks like this.
But wizards' enthusiasm for Quidditch is unreasonable.
At this time, Sirius smiled mysteriously, "The decision made by the Ministry of Magic is more than that."
His words aroused everyone's curiosity, but no matter how he asked him, he shook his head and didn't say anything. He just told them and they would know when the time came.
Scott looked at him in surprise.
In this situation, could it be that the Triwizard Tournament can really be held?
Why does he feel so unreliable?
The day passed quickly.
When the time came to the evening, the people in the camp had already begun to get excited, and the atmosphere was becoming more and more enthusiastic.
When night fell, the wizards had completely thrown away their poor disguise and used magic freely.
The Ministry of Magic seems to be succumbing to the inevitable, and instead of fighting people, they choose to let them be.
A group of peddlers apparated from the sky.
They held trays in their hands and pushed trolleys, attracting people's attention with a variety of products.
There are illuminated rosettes, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria, that even scream out the players' names.
There are tall green hats decorated with clover dancing in the wind.
There is a Bulgarian sash with a lion printed on it that actually roars.
There are national flags of the two countries, and their national anthems are played when they are waved.
There are statues of famous team members for collection, and those little statues can walk around in the palm of your hand with a smug look.
There is also a small model of the Firebolt that can really fly.
Scott and the others walked around the vendors and paid for a few badges.
Eddie said with great regret, "It's a mistake. We should have prepared a long time ago, then joined their ranks, and made a lot of money!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to cover his chest, showing a painful expression, as if he really missed a hundred million.
Scott laughed.
"It's not that we don't lose money in the follow-up." He looked at the twins.
Fred and George smiled and said to Eddie, "Unfortunately, Eddie, I'm afraid you won't be part of the money-making plan this time."
"No!" Eddie's eyes widened, "We are partners, no matter what you do, don't try to leave me behind!"
The twins looked at each other, then at Scott, "What do you think, Scott?"
Scott suppressed a smile, "It's up to you to decide."
Eddie jumped up and down for a long time before Fred and George "reluctantly" let him join their plan.
It wasn't until he heard the exact words that Eddie finally calmed down with satisfaction.
Roger made sarcastic remarks from the side, "You don't know what their plan is, whether they will make money or not, and why are you so eager to join?"
"Hmph, you don't know that." Eddie proudly raised his head, "We have never failed to make money!"
Fred and George walked over to Eddie at once, and each put a hand on his left and right shoulders.
"Thank you for your trust, Eddie!"
"In this case, the most important task in this plan is entrusted to you!"
"What?" The fat on Eddie's face trembled, "Why do I have an ominous premonition."
"You think too much." Fred patted his left shoulder, "This is the most critical step in this plan."
George patted his right shoulder, "We all agree that it's the safest thing to leave it to you!"
"Well, what do you want me to do, please tell me directly!" Eddie asked with a bitter face.
"very good."
Fred smiled contentedly.
He took out the [Magic Camera] from his pocket and stuffed it into Eddie's hand.
"Your task is to record the whole process of today's game with [Magic Camera]!"
George said, "We can sell videos of the finals after school starts!"
Eddie looked at the cylindrical [Magic Camera] in his hand, his chubby face completely collapsed.
"You want me to be a photographer?" He said dissatisfied, "Wouldn't it be impossible for me to watch the game with all my heart?"
Fred and George immediately changed their faces.
"Eddie, we trust you to entrust this task to you."
"If you can't do anything, why should we let you join our money-making scheme?"
"What about you?" Eddie was unconvinced, "What are you going to do?"
Fred said with a grin, "We, we provide [Magic Camera], of course, and sell it later."
"I was in charge of editing and post-production," Scott said.
Eddie was dumbfounded at first, then rolled his eyes, showing a treacherous expression.
"Just me is not enough," he said.
"What's not enough?" George asked.
"There are not enough camera positions." Eddie explained, "I can only take pictures from one angle by myself. In that case, even with post-editing, it will look very monotonous, so..."
He also looked at the twins with a grin.
"You also have to take charge of the shooting. It just so happens that our seats are not together, so we can record pictures from different angles!"
"We don't need it." Fred immediately refused.
"Yes, you are enough." George nodded in agreement.
"The more exciting our films look, the better they will sell!" Eddie stared at them closely, and asked sadly, "Tell me, don't you want to make more money?"
"This……"
When Eddie mentioned money, the twins hesitated.
Eddie hurriedly chased after the victory, "Fred, George, don't forget your joke shop, it's just sacrificing some emotions while watching the game, what's the point for ideals?"
"us……"
Both Fred and George's expressions loosened.
Eddie continued his efforts, "What's more, there are two of you, you can take turns to shoot, and everyone can still enjoy half of the fun!"
"Ok."
"We'll take a copy too."
For money, Fred and George completely compromised.
"That's right." Eddie smiled triumphantly, "It's all about making money, what can't be done?"
Scott watched the scene amusedly.
Fred and George had their moments of persuasion, too, and Eddie was really firing on all cylinders to get them into the water.
At this moment, a deep and deep gong sounded from somewhere far away in the woods. The next moment, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed brightly on the trees, illuminating the road to the arena.
"It's time!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly to everyone, "Hurry up, let's go!"
He took the initiative to lead the way, and the group of people chatted and laughed, and walked quickly into the woods through the road illuminated by lanterns.
The people in the camp were already moving, as if hundreds of people were walking around them.
The frenetic excitement was contagious, with joy on everyone's face wherever you looked.
There were shouts, laughter, and noisy singing, and Scott and the others had to speak loudly to each other.
Rimbaud had been obediently standing on Scott's shoulder, and Scott turned his head to look at it from time to time, worried that the Lord of the Black Wings would be squeezed.
Ten minutes later, they emerged from the other side of the woods.
By this time they were already in the shadow of a huge stadium.
Scott looked up and could only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the arena.
The stadium is obviously very tall, and ten cathedrals seem to be no problem in it.
"It can accommodate [-] spectators." Mr. Weasley enthusiastically introduced to everyone, "Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. Every inch of the place has been cursed to expel Muggles. This year Among them, whenever the Muggles approached here, they would suddenly think of the urgent matter and walk away in a hurry... God bless them."
As he spoke, he led everyone to the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by many shouting wizards.
"First-class ticket." The witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at the ticket in Mr. Weasley's hand, "Top box! Go all the way upstairs, Arthur, to the very top."
The stairs leading to the gymnasium were covered with fuchsia carpets, and they passed through the ticket gates and climbed the stairs with the crowd.
When they got here, Roger and Eddie would separate from them and enter different stands.
"My dad is waiting for us, see you later!"
Roger waved to Scott and joined Eddie in the crowd.
Scott followed in Mr. Weasley's footsteps until he reached the top of the stairs.
They came to a small box at the top of the gymnasium.
The view here is the best, facing the golden goalposts.
In the box here are some twenty purple and gilt chairs, divided into two rows.
They sat directly in the front row and stretched their necks to look down.
A total of [-] wizards are taking their seats one after another, and those seats surround the oval-shaped gymnasium and are arranged upwards in a ladder shape.
Everything here is shrouded in a mysterious golden light that seems to come from the stadium itself.
From their vantage point, the arena was as smooth as velvet.
On either side of the field were three pitching goals, fifty feet high.
To the right of the goal, almost at eye level, is a huge blackboard.
At this time, golden words kept flashing on the blackboard, as if an invisible giant hand was writing on the blackboard and then erasing them.
Those are advertisements for the audience at the stadium.
[Cornflower: a broomstick for the whole family - safe, reliable, with built-in anti-theft buzzer...]
[Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover: Removes Stains With Ease...]
[Fengya brand wizard clothing - London, Paris, Hogsmeade...]
In the next half hour, people entered their box from time to time.
Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people who were generally well-dressed and seemed to be of high status.
Every time Mr. Weasley shook hands and greeted people, Percy would stand up and bow hurriedly again and again, causing his brothers to look at him strangely.
He is also an adult, but Sirius is much more independent than Mr. Weasley.
He didn't seem to want to deal with those people, and he opened a section of his robe to reveal some chest tattoos, and even sat like a ruffian, talking and laughing quietly with Harry sitting next to him.
It wasn't until Ms. Burns, the director of the Law Enforcement Department, and Bagman, the director of the Sports Department, accompanied the Bulgarian Minister of Magic to the box, that Sirius casually adjusted his robes and greeted Ms. Burns.
Bagman took advantage of Ms. Burns' conversation with the Bulgarian Minister for Magic and went to the front row to complain to Mr. Weasley.
"Oh, Arthur, you must have no idea how tired I am." He lowered his voice, "We have no ministers now, Barty Crouch is suspended, and Amelia Burns is too busy Nobody can help me, and the Bulgarian wizard doesn't understand English at all..."
At this time, Ms. Burns called him, and he turned and ran back quickly.
"Okay, we can finally start!"
After a few seconds, he quickly ran back.
Bagman straightened his round stomach, drew his wand, and pointed it at his throat.
"Sounds loud!"
His voice resounded throughout the stadium like thunder, clearly reaching every corner of the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"
Deafening cheers and applause immediately erupted in the stadium.
The audience waved colorful flags and sang the national anthem in a mess. Everyone's enthusiasm had reached the highest point, and the atmosphere was almost about to explode.
On the blackboard opposite, the advertisement for Bibi Multi-flavored Beans disappeared, and now it shows——
Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.
"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"
The neat bright red phalanx on the right side of the stand burst into loud cheers at this moment.
"Wonder what they brought," said Mr. Weasley, leaning out of his seat.
"Ah!" He took off his glasses abruptly, and hurriedly wiped them on his robe, "Vela!"
At this time, a hundred Veela are gliding neatly towards the arena.
Scott also saw Veela in person for the first time.
Their appearance looks like human women, but they are much more beautiful than humans.
Their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and although there was no wind, their golden hair fluttered smoothly behind their heads like silk.
Just then, the music started and the veela began to dance.
Seeing the charming figures of those unreal beauties dancing gracefully, Scott suddenly felt joyful.
This joyful emotion was very light, not enough to make him react uncontrollably and violently like the other boys, but it also made him smile unconsciously.
Scott blinked, running Occlumency just in time to suppress the false glee.
At this moment, one of Harry's legs was already on the railing, and Ron made a posture that seemed to be about to dive from the diving board.
Although Fred and George were not so embarrassed, their eyes were round and they didn't blink.
Neither Mr. Weasley nor Sirius lost his composure, but they didn't stop Harry and Ron, but looked at the two boys and laughed.
It wasn't until the veela danced and left that Harry and Ron came back to their senses completely.
The gymnasium was filled with angry yelling from men, many of whom were reluctant to leave the veela.
"Now, please raise your wand in the air!" Bagman's sonorous voice sounded again. "Welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"
"Whoosh!"
A giant green and gold comet flew into the stadium.
It flew around the pavilion before splitting into two smaller comets, each heading towards a set of goalposts.
An arched rainbow suddenly appeared across the arena, connecting the two gleaming balls.
There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, as if watching a fireworks display.
Immediately afterwards, the rainbow faded, and the flashing balls merged with each other to form a huge clover, which rose high into the air and hovered above the stands.
crackling.
Golden raindrops are falling.
"awesome!"
Shamrocks hovered above their heads, and kept dropping huge gold coins, which fell on their heads and seats.
Scott looked up and found that the clover was actually made up of countless small figures in red vests and mustaches, each holding a small golden or green lamp.
"It's an Irish leprechaun!"
Everyone happily picked up the gold coins.
Bang!
Another loud noise caught everyone's attention.
A gigantic skeleton appeared above the gymnasium.
The skeleton is composed of countless emerald green star-like things, and a large boa constrictor protrudes from the skull's mouth like a tongue.
Accompanied by the dazzling green light of the skeleton, a thick black cloud of smoke slowly descended from the sky above the gymnasium like a thick cloud.
At this moment, everyone stared blankly at this scene.
"what!"
The leprechauns who were throwing gold coins fled in all directions, and then there were screams one after another.
(End of this chapter)
