Chapter 843 Quidditch Hooligan
Under the "popular" management of the British Ministry of Magic, British wizards more or less suppress their emotions.
It is usually not easy to see them, but when a suitable opportunity arises, they will "explode" like a bomb.
So, similar to the Muggle football hooligans, Britain also gave birth to a large group of Quidditch hooligans.
And soon after Tonks took them to the Ministry of Magic, they began to vent their negative emotions again.
Wales, who is also a member of the special team, showed up in time, but this conflict was obviously not something that could be easily resolved.
Department of Magic,
When Scrimgeour saw Tonks bringing people in, he already knew that he would have to watch a replay of the match tonight.
"Director, there were nine troublemakers in total, and I brought them all back."
"Okay." Scrimgeour nodded, turned around and followed her to the elevator with the nine people.
Arriving at the second underground floor, passing through two heavy oak doors is the Auror's office.
Another door and a series of passages later, they emerged into a dimly lit corridor.
The cubicles on the left are interrogation rooms, and the more run-down ones on the right are confinement cells.
After a brief interrogation, all nine people were put into solitary confinement.
The process went so smoothly, so smoothly that Scrimgeour thought he could go back and continue watching the game.
However, as soon as he walked out of the elevator and into the lobby, he saw from afar a bruised-faced Wales leading a group of wizards in with long ropes.
"Damn Quidditch hooligan!" He looked at Tonks behind him with a dark face.
"You must immediately return to Diagon Alley with reinforcements. If anyone dares to cause trouble, do not be polite to them. Just arrest and take them away."
"Yes, Director!" Tonks left.
When she returned to Diagon Alley with reinforcements and saw the "grand occasion" before her, a bright smile appeared on her face.
Most of the fans were either arguing or pushing each other, and only a few were still paying attention to the game.
"Stop it!"
The entire Auror office was busy until 3 a.m. before they finally cleaned up the Quidditch hooligans who were causing trouble.
The England team won in the end, and it was a magical win.
When they were 150 points behind, the Golden Snitch actually took the initiative to fly in front of their Seeker.
If I can't catch this, I'd better just retire.
The English team won, but there are also Scottish and Welsh teams in the UK.
It's not Wales that was beaten black and blue by Quebec hooligans, but the Principality of Wales which is part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
The strength of these two teams...
How should I put it, each one is stronger than the other.
7 month 15 day,
The Quidditch hooligans who had just been released had another wild party.
To ensure that no accidents occurred, Scrimgeour personally sat in Diagon Alley this time.
However, the Scottish team's performance was too poor and they lost 10 points in less than 50 minutes.
"Bullshit favorite to win! I don't think they can even qualify!"
"Fortunately I didn't bet on them to win. It's lucky that these idiots didn't get their heads shaved!"
"Where are the people cleaning the floor? They don't even dare to make a sound?"
Scrimgeour, who was on the rooftop of the Gwent flagship store, pointed downwards, and the three were immediately taken away.
Under such high pressure, the Quidditch hooligans no longer pretended.
They all drew out their wands and had a fierce battle with the special team.
The result was very obvious, they lost.
When everything returned to calm, the Scottish team in the light curtain suddenly exerted their strength and scored 30 points in a row.
In the end they won, although it was a hard win.
7 month 19 day,
The last match of the first round of European qualifiers.
Tonight's game was between Wales and Portugal, and of course those Quidditch hooligans who had been let out again were not absent.
As usual, the Welsh team was bound to lose at the start.
But to their disappointment, the Portuguese team's chaser missed the target.
It’s okay, keep trying.
What about the Quaffle being held tightly by the Welsh team's Chaser?
Just a minor problem, it will be snatched away soon.
Until the Quaffle flew through the Portuguese goal for the first time, they were still optimistic.
As time passed, the score came to 110:30, with the Welsh team taking a big lead.
Damn it, I can't find any reason to curse anymore.
If you don’t curse, there won’t be a quarrel, and if you don’t quarrel, there won’t be a fight.
Do Quidditch hooligans need an excuse for causing trouble?
do you need?
No need.
Scrimgeour was still watching the game intently on the rooftop when the fans below started making noise for no apparent reason.
"Rubbish Wales must be on drugs!" A fan who didn't know the exact ingredients stood up and cursed.
"The International Quidditch Federation is also a bunch of rubbish! I'm afraid they let them play without even doing a drug test!"
Wales, who was behind Scrimgeour, immediately felt offended.
Without waiting for his superior to give any orders, he jumped down and directly controlled the man.
One Quidditch hooligan fell, and there are still thousands of Quidditch hooligan.
"Damn special team! Go ahead, guys!"
Wales was surrounded, but fortunately reinforcements arrived in time to avoid being beaten badly again.
The battle was about to break out, and Scrimgeour on the rooftop watched from afar with an expressionless face the whole time.
If the people are compared to a spring, then a spring that is loose will not bounce back.
Every time a problem arises, you push it down, and eventually it will reach a critical point, and then it will rebound with just a slight touch.
Quidditch hooligans are just one example of a backlash that underscores the current problems in the British wizarding community.
Scrimgeour understood this truth, Fudge understood it, and all the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic understood it as well.
Therefore, it is necessary to divert people's attention.
In a few days, it will be Peter Pettigrew's execution day. I believe that the British wizarding world will get better after this.
2 o'clock in the morning,
competition is over.
The Welsh team successfully entered the second qualifying round.
The special team downstairs also successfully suppressed the Quidditch hooligans.
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More than 2,000 miles away in the Albanian Black Forest,
A woman's figure was walking slowly in the forest.
She was wearing very loose clothes, her face was dirty, and her eyes were a little dazed.
"Hiss--" A black poisonous snake emerged from her collar and bit her neck which was already covered with teeth marks.
The venomous snake seemed to be sucking blood, but she was moving slowly forward like a controlled zombie.
Such a strange scene is very rare even in this black forest where dark wizards gather.
The full venomous snake finally left her neck, but strange black blood flowed out of the fresh wound.
"hiss--"
The woman suddenly stopped, and a gleam of light flashed in her confused eyes.
She opened her mouth slightly and whispered two names.
"Bati...Wormtail..."
"Hiss—" The poisonous snake crawled back into the woman's collar, and she continued to move forward slowly.
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