Chapter 642 The game begins

"Vela are very dangerous creatures. Their dance will make men addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves." Hermione's narration sounded at the right time, "You should be lucky, Harry, they only danced for a short time, otherwise you You will find that your life is passing by!"

Robert also added, "It's a soul-type attack."

Harry looked at those beautiful figures with lingering fear, and had a deep awareness of the horror of Veela.

The graceful back of the Veela disappeared behind the team tunnel and appeared on the cheerleading field. The wizards came back to their senses. They angrily rebuked the staff who led the Veela away. Their eyes were so fierce that they wanted to tear those eyesores to pieces. .

Harry scratched his head, "What a scary magical creature!"

As he said that, he suddenly thought that his friend seemed to be very easy to be hit by mental attacks, and his willpower was approximately equal to 0.

He quickly turned to look at Ron.

Mr. Weasley took the cuckold out of his hand with a smile, "Boy, you're still far behind!"

Ron rushed towards Mr. Weasley in a daze, "Throw it to me...I want the red hat...Long live Bulgaria!"

The twins pointed at their younger brother with a smile, "Ron is being stupid again!"

"Don't talk about your brother like that!" Mrs. Weasley gave them a warning look, then looked at Ron worriedly, "Is everything going to be okay?"

She was actually afraid that Ron would be mentally harmed again. It was hard to imagine that if Ron was hospitalized again, the therapist would suspect that their family was abusing children.

Fortunately, the Veela's influence only lasted for a moment. Ron came back to his senses and saw the various expressions on everyone's faces, ranging from worry to teasing.

Realizing that he might have done something stupid again, this realization made his face turn red for a moment and he lowered his head.

Ginny glared at her careless brother and stretched out her hand to pull Harry back to his seat, "Harry, sit tight!"

Harry sat down obediently and looked away.

Just when the anger of the audience in the venue was about to die out, Mr. Bagman's voice sounded again, "Please raise your hands now! Welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

With a whoosh, a huge gold and green ball rushed into the stadium. It flew around the stadium before splitting into a gold and a green comet, hovering above the goalposts on either side of the field.

A sparkling rainbow bridge suddenly appeared across the arena, building a bridge between them.

The crowd erupted in exclamations as they thought it was a special fireworks display.

The two big balls crossed the Rainbow Bridge and collided together. The Rainbow Bridge instantly disappeared into the air. The golden and green spheres twisted and blended into each other, and finally turned into an oversized clover, hovering above the stands.

After rising into the sky, the clover shook and moved slowly. As it moved, golden light fell from the sky like raindrops, hitting the audience below.

The audience was even more excited! Their emotions were aroused again!

Because those are not raindrops, but real money!

"Great!" Ron shouted, rushing out to pick up the gold coins.

"Haha! It's an Irish leprechaun!" Mr. Weasley laughed, "Ron is going to be unlucky again, haha!"

Leprechaun?

Robert looked up and saw that the huge clover was not simple. It was actually made up of countless little people wearing red vests and mustaches. Each of them was holding a small golden or green lamp. It's not dazzling, but it hides their figures behind the light. This is the reason why the entire clover appears golden and green.

"It turned out to be them!" Hermione laughed, "This is really interesting!"

Mr. Weasley was also very happy, "Really? Right! Those who don't know think they can be developed, but they will never think..."

"What they found were actually all counterfeit coins!"

Mr. Weasley's loud laughter was drowned out by the roars of people fighting for the gold coins. The wizards were in a mess, and some people even got under the seats to pick up the coins regardless of their dignity.

It can be said that there are various aspects of life.

"Here you go!" Ron suddenly ran over and excitedly put a handful of gold coins into Harry's hand, "Give me back your panoramic telescope! From now on, you must buy me a Christmas gift, haha!"

It turned out that the previous telescope was a gift from Harry.

Harry accepted the gold coins as if nothing had happened, frowned in distress and said, "Oh, really? Then I have to think about it..."

Ginny curled her lips but didn't say anything. She still saved a bit of face for her brother.

The arena was still very lively, but happy days were always short-lived. The leprechauns circled the arena before dispersing in an orderly manner.

As they moved, the giant clover floating in the sky also disappeared. The leprechauns slowly fell to the opposite side of the Veela on the field, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to watch the game.

The two sides were clearly divided, and there was an atmosphere of tension.

"Thank you mascots for your wonderful performance, next-"

"ladies and gentlemen!"

“Extend your hands—a warm welcome to our stars—

""Now, please welcome - the Irish National Quidditch Team! "Bagman's face flushed with excitement, and he shouted loudly, "The one who appears is - Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallette! Moran! Quigley! And—Lin Qi! "

Seven blurry green figures flew towards the field, green and gold smoke erupted from the back of their brooms, turning into a tap-dancing dwarf in the air, daring in the direction of the Bulgarian team.

Bagman laughed out loud, "Is this a welcome ceremony for the Irish team? Then the next one! The Bulgarian Quidditch national team will appear!"

"Dimitrov!"

"Ivanova!"

"Zograv! Levsky! Volkanov! Volkov! Finally - Krum!"

As that name was read out, the atmosphere in the stadium exploded instantly, and everyone was waving flags and shouting, "Krum! Krum! Krum!"

Facing the provocation of the Irish team, the Bulgarian team responded cleanly. They broke through the phantom of smoke and hovered half above the Irish team, like falcons before preying, staring at their prey.

The momentum of both sides gradually reached its peak. At this time, a short and thin wizard strode into the arena.

The most eye-catching thing is that head. He is a bald head, and bald head means boss!

Especially since he has a big beard, he looks even more imposing.

This is the referee of this game, Hassan Mustafa, President of the International Quidditch Federation.

Well, this is a super boss with a majestic name!

He stepped on his broom and gave a handsome side kick. The box filled with game balls was opened. Four balls suddenly jumped into the air, the bright red Quaffle, the black Bludger, and the fastest The fast golden snitch.

They were scurrying around in the air, diverting the attention of all the team members.

They gave up the confrontation with the opposing players, stared at the little guys flying around, clenched the brooms in their hands, and prepared to go.

Mustafa blew his whistle and followed the balls into the air.

The game has begun!