Chapter 343 The Chaotic Quidditch World Cup

Fudge stood at the front of the box. Under the spotlight, he put a wand against his throat and used amplifying spells to make his voice extremely loud.

"Good evening. As the Minister of Magic, it is my great honor to welcome each of you to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final. Now the game begins."

One hundred thousand spectators burst into thunderous cheers and applause, thousands of flags waved at the same time, countless red and green balloons flew high into the sky, all billboards were wiped out and replaced by Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0 scoreboard.

At this time, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, stood in front of the stage and acted as the host, introducing the two teams to the audience.

"Next, please allow me to introduce to you the mascot of the Bulgarian national team...Veela."

After the words fell, a bright red square appeared on the right side, and a hundred Veelas slid towards the arena amid loud cheers.

Veela are a kind of female elves that can shape-shift. They maintain the appearance of humans, have their own charm skills, and are incredibly beautiful.

So the moment they stepped into the arena, the atmosphere was directly detonated.

The music started, and they started dancing. Their graceful dance movements made most men's brains become excited, and they even wanted to dance with them.

Harry and Ron unconsciously left their seats and walked forward with obsessed eyes.

"You two finally did not disappoint me." Adrian nodded with satisfaction as he looked at his two brothers who were calm and composed.

"Who are you looking down on?" Leon curled his lips, "I have seen more beautiful mermaids, and comparing with them Veela is just the same thing."

"I admit that they are quite beautiful, but I am still quite confident in my self-control ability." Aaron said nonchalantly, "But one thing is for sure, this is definitely the best cheerleading team."

As the music stopped, the Veela stopped dancing and slowly retreated to one side of the arena.

The people above gradually regained their senses and were pulled back to their seats by their companions.

Many wizards who supported the Irish team threw their flags on the ground. At this moment, they were more willing to support the Bulgarian team.

"Now... please raise your wand in the air... to welcome the Irish national team mascot."

Whoosh!

A green and gold sphere flew into the field, spun in a circle, split in two, and crashed into a set of goal posts.

The dazzling fireworks formed an arch between the two sets of goalposts, and the two spheres were connected together in the middle of the arch to form a shamrock pattern.

The clover spiraled up and sprinkled golden raindrops in the sky, and countless gold coins fell on the heads of the audience.

"Irish leprechauns." Leon looked at the leprechauns holding golden and green lanterns in the sky and smiled. "It's quite creative. Compared with dance, these substantive things are more popular.

It's a pity that these gold coins are all fake, but none of the money fans at the scene seemed to notice this. "

Ron, who was bending down to pick up gold coins, was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

His mind was blank now, and he was embarrassed and wanted to find a way to get in.

The huge clover pattern quickly disappeared, and the Irish leprechaun also landed on the opposite side of the Veela, ready to watch the game.

Next, Ludo Bagman introduced the players of the Bulgarian team to everyone one by one.

Batters, chasers, and goalkeepers wearing bright red robes flew into the field one by one. They were very fast, and everyone's broomstick was the fastest Firebolt.

When the final seeker, Viktor Krum, came on the stage, the Bulgarian team's supporters couldn't help but chant his name, and even the Irish team's supporters joined in without hesitation.

If there is a star in the wizarding world, Krum, who is recognized as the best seeker in the wizarding world, is definitely the top one. There are people asking for autographs when he walks on the road. Lockhart and the like cannot compare with him.

"Aaron, I heard that you served as a seeker at Hogwarts. Do you have the confidence to compete with him?" Leon asked meaningfully.

"Don't be ridiculous." Aaron rolled his eyes angrily, "I eat this bowl of rice specifically."

"Then how long do you think you can last if you face him?"

"Hold on until the Irish team wins." Aaron said confidently, but naturally he was not sure who could catch the Golden Snitch, but it would not be a problem for him if he just delayed Klum.

"Now welcome the Irish national Quidditch team." Bagman called out the names of the seven players in a loud voice. Seeker Lynch was placed at the end, but he received more cheers and applause than Kicker. Lum was just a few points short.

The Irish team wears green uniforms, and their broomsticks are all Firebolts. They are equally matched in terms of speed.

Then referee Hassan Mustafa entered the scene. He was a short and lean wizard with bald hair but a particularly thick beard. As for his identity, he was the president of the International Quidditch Federation.

He walked to the center of the field and kicked open the wooden box. A red Quaffle, a black Bludger, and a Golden Snitch flew out one after another.

A whistle blows and the game officially begins.

These players are all top-notch characters, their speed is insane and their balance and coordination are extraordinary.

Red and green figures flashed quickly in front of the audience's eyes, and Bagman's commentary gradually failed to keep up with their movements. As soon as he pronounced a name, he disappeared from sight.

You can use a holographic telescope to watch at a slower speed, but the disadvantage is that you miss more exciting pictures.

The Irish team scored first and led all the way, and the fans in green cheered and shouted.

The competition became increasingly fierce, and the cheerleaders from both sides began to leave the field.

The leprechaun made a shamrock pattern and the veela started dancing to encourage the Bulgarian team.

Klum pretended to have discovered the Golden Snitch, and lured Lynch to follow him to do the same action. At the last moment of the two people's rapid dive, he rose smoothly, and Lynch had a close contact with the ground.

"The game is suspended." Bagman said angrily, asking the doctor to check Lynch's injury.

The audience had a heated discussion, and those with holographic telescopes watched the replay with interest. Klum took advantage of Lynch's treatment time to find the Golden Snitch.

Doctors in international competitions are much more professional. Within ten minutes, Lynch stood up and returned to the field.

Hassan blew his whistle and the game started again.

The Irish team's fighting spirit became more and more high. In just ten minutes, the score exceeded the Bulgarian team by 100 points.

At this time, the game began to become more dangerous. After all, the Quidditch World Cup was not incapable of fouling, but their fouling methods could not be hidden from the audience at all.

Hassan Mustafa started fairly, allowing Ireland to take the penalty.

But when the Bulgarian team fouled again, the audience did not notice the referee. It was not until a field doctor rushed into the venue and slapped him that he recovered from the Veela dance.

"Well done." Adrian smiled, "This kind of unreliable referee should never have come here in the first place."

"Charm skills are still very useful!" Aaron murmured in a low voice. These hundreds of Veela made him aware of the role of charm, and sometimes it might work wonders.

"What did you say?" Adrian glared at Aaron, "Don't tell me you want to learn this kind of magic."

"Uh..." Aaron felt guilty, "Can't you?"

"Okay, I can't stop you from learning whatever you want, but learning this kind of magic is just a waste of time.

Charm magic won't work on people who are stronger than you, and it won't work on people who are determined. At most, it can deal with some ordinary people. "

"Sister, I'm different from you." Aaron smiled awkwardly, "Maybe what I need to deal with is ordinary people."

Adrian was stunned for a moment, thinking of the Gaius family's mission and saying nothing.

"Just do it for yourself! But don't take it too seriously."

"Don't worry, I know how to measure." Aaron smiled. As long as he has enough magic points, he can control this kind of magic in minutes.

The Veela were ordered to stop dancing. Referee Hassan believed that this would affect the competition. The Veela seemed a little unconvinced, but they had to give in because of the referee's face.

After this episode, the competition entered a fierce stage.

The chasers on both sides started hitting people with the quaffle in their hands. The batter became even more crazy and swung his bat at people when he had the chance.

In the process, the Irish team suffered a lot. Foul calls were heard one after another in the field. Hassan once again allowed the Irish team to take a free throw.

Our national team had a considerable advantage, and the leprechauns laughed excitedly, and even got carried away and provoked the Veela.

The Veelas looked at the giant middle finger displayed by the leprechaun and immediately gave up their so-called restraint.

They stopped dancing, their heads turned into sharp bird heads, and wings covered with scales emerged from their shoulders, shooting out balls of red flames to attack the leprechauns.

"You see, kids," Mr. Weasley said meaningfully, "You can never just go for appearances."

"That's right." Leon nodded in agreement, and then added: "If you want to pursue it, pursue the true appearance."

Arthur Weasley: ...

It seems...impossible to argue with that.

"The battle between these two mascots is more intense than the two Quidditch teams above." Aaron smacked his lips. "If this continues, it may turn into a melee."

"No, the Ministry of Magic will take care of it," Hermione said.

Aaron and Leon looked at each other and smiled. When the Ministry of Magic is reliable, it is more reliable than anyone else, but when it is unreliable, it is less reliable than anyone else.

There were more than 100,000 wizards in the audience. Even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to enforce the law violently, they had to pay attention to the impact. This meant that they could only use emotion and reason, which was destined to have little effect.

The arena gradually became chaotic, and the game was carried out amidst the screams of Veela, the popping of wands, and the roars and cheers of fans.

The referee's voice is no longer important, because Hassan is caught between the two mascots and cannot escape. Bagman can barely explain and host, but this situation will only get worse before the winner is decided.