Chapter 354: Follow-up (modified, thanks to Super Silver Dameng Ksg, fantasy ...

Krumm returned to the field with a more gloomy face. He did not let the doctor clean his wounds and scrub the blood.

His teammates were all around him. They shook their heads and looked downcast.

Just a short distance away, the England players danced happily, their mascots flying freely in the sky, singing and jumping, and looked particularly beautiful.

Flags were waving everywhere in the stadium, and the English national anthem sounded from all directions.

"Now, the England team members are accompanied by their mascots for a week, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is sent to the top box!" Bagman said in a bell-like voice.

On the top floor, under the giant statue of an iron gray eagle spreading its wings, Penello Krivat stood there and watched the whole game in full.

As a result of this World Cup event, Penello ’s Auror reserve was also called, and Albert deliberately arranged for Penello to be here to watch the entire game.

The magic feather cloak was behind her, and it was rustled by the high-altitude wind. She looked at the irritated Allen and happily spread a beautiful smile.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed over, and the top box was magically illuminated, so that all the audiences in the stands could see the situation inside the box.

At the entrance, two panting wizards carried a large gold cup into the box and handed it to Connelly Fudge.

Fudge couldn't help laughing, he could finally laugh out loud without restraining his inner joy.

"Let's applaud warmly and welcome the hard-working, persistent and persistent Bulgarian players to come to power!" Bagman shouted.

Seven Bulgarian players who ate the defeat went upstairs and entered the box. The following audience applauded and expressed their appreciation.

The Bulgarian players walked one after another between the two rows of seats in the box, and as they took turns shaking hands with their ministers and Fudge, Bagman shouted everyone's name.

Krum was at the end, looking very embarrassed. On the blood-stained face, two dark circles appeared particularly striking.

Once he landed on the ground, his movements looked less coordinated. His two legs are a little bit out of shape, and his shoulders are obviously bent forward.

Nevertheless, when Bagman reported Krum's name, the entire stadium gave him polite applause.

But Krum's expression was more gloomy, he didn't need sympathy.

Then came the players of the England team, everyone was happy. When Alan Harris' name was shouted out by Bagman, the whole stadium gave him a very warm, deafening cheer.

When coaches Allen and Geraldine took over the Quidditch World Cup from Fudge, the entire stadium became a sea of ​​joy.

The England team members rode on the broom again, and Allen took Geraldine, holding the Quidditch World Cup, riding the broom, and circled the field again for a week.

"I really envy Allen." Harry sighed as he sat on the stand, looking at Allen who was far away.

"You are also a very good looking player at Hogwarts. In fact, I heard that you are the youngest looking player in a century."

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and encouraged.

"Allen and Krumm, they are not young, but they are much better than me-if Allen is looking for a player in the first grade, he should be the youngest."

Harry's eyes were a little confused. He was famous in the magic world, but at Hogwarts, his grades were average and he always blamed him. He felt that the halo of the "savior" was particularly heavy, he was just an ordinary Little wizard.

"Harry, everyone is unique. Everyone has their own growth process. There is no need to envy others. There is one thing you need to pay attention to." Sirius Black stopped talking to his godson.

"What's the matter, Sirius?" Harry's curiosity was suddenly hooked.

"You should try to make some new friends, such as Digori over there. It's good. I heard that although he is a Hufflepuff, he also has Gryffindor spirit, and he was brave to protect last semester. A girl in Ravenclaw. "

Sirius pointed to Cedric Diggory in the box.

Harry looked in the direction Sirius pointed, and saw Cedric sitting helplessly between his parents.

"Even if I can't **** anymore, I have to be myself. I would rather have a fried fish in the colon when I die than eat vegetable salad and steal the life." Amos Diggory said stubbornly. Turned her head away from Mrs. Diggory.

"I just want to relieve your constipation ..." Mrs. Diggory shook her head helplessly.

Harry couldn't help laughing, Cedric, of course he knew that the entire Hogwarts, perhaps only Allen, was better than Cedric.

Thinking of Sirius' words, Harry always felt that he meant something. He couldn't help but think of Ron who had been talking bad things about Allen all night.

But out of friendship and thanks to Allen for helping him during the summer vacation, Harry felt that Ron should be persuaded to stop targeting Allen.

The most important thing is that UU reads books at www.uukanshu.com. Allen is so popular in school, and he is so good. Ron continues to talk about his bad things, which is not good for himself.

Harry thought that he walked in front of Ron, excuses to buy some food, and pulled Ron out of the box.

"Crum's defeat is so ugly, Alan doesn't stay at all ..." Ron still complained naggingly.

"Ron," Harry stopped suddenly and looked around. "Don't talk about Alan's bad things anymore. He helped us a lot. Think about it, your wand or the one he made for you."

Ron subconsciously touched his sleeve, which was empty and empty.

Cold sweat dipped into his forehead all at once, and he immediately turned around and ran back to the box, Harry's face followed behind him inexplicably.

"What's wrong with Ron?" Harry asked breathlessly as he ran.

"My wand, my wand must have fallen off the ground because of the rush just now." Ron panicked, but he didn't dare to tell the family about this.

Losing his wand, he could almost imagine the reaction of his mother Molly Weasley.

"It's your fault that you can only eat potatoes for two consecutive weeks at home. Now you have lost your wand. Next semester, you can only go to school empty-handed!"

Ron's face paled suddenly, without a wand. At Hogwarts, I am afraid he will be ridiculed and irresistible.

The dejected Ron, with a sad face, was out of tune with the England fans who were binging around.

Soon, the tidal crowd that left the stadium and returned to the camp surrounded them.

As Allen walked back and forth along the passage illuminated by the lantern, a very beautiful and beautiful song came from the night sky-the mascot of the England team, the Siren Banshee singing.