Chapter 273 Quidditch World Cup

Soon, the performance of those little leprechauns was over.

Everyone was very satisfied. They looked at the gold coins in their arms greedily, but little did they know how stupid their behavior was in the eyes of real experts.

It's funny to say that although the wizarding society is covered in a noble and elegant appearance, judging from the mascots of the two national teams today, the aesthetics of the entire wizarding society is still stuck in the rude and barbaric era.

Just look at their performance.

Is this performance good-looking with its naked sexual gamut and greed for money?

Mike had to admit, it looked very good.

But compared to those large-scale performances in Muggle society, wizards have obviously not yet bathed in the light of civilization.

After such a wonderful performance, today's highlight, the match between the Irish team and the Bulgarian team, officially began.

The two teams started a fierce confrontation, but the audience was not too enthusiastic about it.

After all, most of them still focused on the Golden Galleons in their hands and the Veela in the Bulgarian rest area.

Although Mike is not very interested in Quidditch, his experience in the Ravenclaw school team still allows him to see the current situation on the field clearly.

Compared to the Irish team, the people present were more optimistic about the Bulgarian team. After all, they have a talented seeker, Viktor Krum.

The Quidditch game is like this. As long as you have a strong enough seeker, you can win the game even with six trolls.

The Bulgarian team is exactly such a team with seekers as its core.

Except for their Seeker, who can be said to be the best in the world today, the rest of the players are not very strong. Their only role on the field is to delay time and points so that Krum can find the Golden Snitch.

It's a pity that the Irish team was obviously well prepared before the game.

Their seeker had no intention of looking for the Golden Snitch at all, and was guarding Krum from the beginning of the game.

The rest of the team members went crazy on offense, using their strong personal skills and perfect offensive formation to catch the rest of the Bulgarian team off guard.

The situation of the game has become very clear at this point. The Irish team obviously wants to spread the score between the two teams as much as possible before Krum finds the Golden Snitch. After all, the score of a Golden Snitch is only 150 points. This means that as long as they push the score to more than 150 points, even if Krum catches the Golden Snitch, it will be of no avail.

This is an honest conspiracy.

It can also be said to be a slave-dividing method.

To be honest, this kind of game is not very good to watch, but it is indeed the most stable.

Although the Irish team's seekers were not as good as Krum, they were still world-class. Under his strict defense, Krum had no chance to look for the Golden Snitch.

All the Bulgarian fans present became nervous, especially those who had invested a large amount of money before the game to prevent Bulgaria from winning. They even hysterically cursed the Irish team for their shamelessness.

80:10

120:10

Seeing the score getting bigger and bigger, the Veelas, the mascots of the Bulgarian team, couldn't sit still. They danced on the spot one after another. Waves of invisible magic spread like ripples on the water, and those who left the team couldn't sit still. The men who were slightly closer to them were confused for just a moment.

Such behavior is undoubtedly cheating, and they clearly want to confuse the Irish players on the field.

It's just that the referee didn't blow the whistle because he was also confused.

"Oh! That's not okay!" commentator Ludo Backman said, "Someone go up and slap the referee!"

An on-field doctor plugged his ears with his fingers, rushed into the field and kicked the referee hard on the calf, finally waking the referee up.

Afterwards, the referee became angry and stopped the Veela's dance.

This is against the rules, because the rules of Quidditch do not stipulate that mascots cannot sing and dance during the game.

But the referee did it anyway, even if the Bulgarian players protested to him to no avail.

On the other side, the duel between Krum and the Irish Seeker came to an end.

Krum suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the ground at an alarming speed.

The Irish Seeker thought Krum had found the Snitch and hurried after him.

Seeing the two getting closer to the ground, the Irish Seeker began to panic.

If he continues to pursue him, even the most powerful customized version of the Firebolt he is using will crash!

But before the game, the coach gave him a death order. Unless he died on the field, he must stop Krum. And he fully implemented the coach's order and continued to pursue him at the risk of not being able to stop the car and hitting the ground. Go up.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the Irish Seeker fell hard to the ground, kicking up a large piece of dirt.

Krum, on the other hand, used his amazing arm strength to forcefully pull up the broom the moment before he fell to the ground, and took off again.

"Oh oh oh oh! Look! Krum! That's Wronsky's fake move!" Ludo shouted excitedly, "Krum didn't find the Golden Snitch at all. His purpose in the beginning was to get rid of The Irish Seeker’s Pursuit!”

The audience was also excited, and the Veela and players who were arguing with the referees just now also laughed.

Everyone thinks this is stable. As a famous commentator said, you can always trust Krum. This guy is definitely a player who can create miracles!

In fact, Krum was indeed a chosen one. Soon after getting rid of the entanglement of the enemy's seeker, he found the golden touch that was moving at high speed.

accelerate!

Dive!

Quick Z-shaped maneuver!

Krum moved like a fish in the air, bypassing the Irish team's defenses one after another, and finally got close to the Golden Snitch.

On the other side, the Irish batters hit the Bludger hard towards Crum.

The situation suddenly became critical again. Bludgers can be called player killers. Every year, countless players retire due to sequelae caused by injuries caused by bludgers.

Logically speaking, Krum's best choice at this moment is to give up the Golden Snitch temporarily. After all, he still has a bright future. It would be bad if he was really disabled by the Bludger.

However, Krum didn't think so.

who is he?

He is Krum!

The world's strongest Seeker at just 18 years old!

The next moment, the Bludger accurately hit Krum's nose, flattening his beautiful tall nose and knocking him off the broom.

Bright red blood splashed in the air, the Veelas outside the stadium let out a burst of piercing screams, and the audience in the stands also stood up.

"boom!"

Krum fell to the ground softly, just like the Irish Seeker just now.

It hurt, really, but Krum was smiling.

Because he holds the future in his hands!

He opened his hand, and a dazzling golden light shone out.

Krum smiled even more happily. No matter how many times he saw this golden color, it was still his favorite thing.

The next moment, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the scoreboard high above.

Bulgaria: 160 Ireland: 170.

Krum's smile faltered.

…

"The game is over! Let us give our warmest applause to our victors, the Irish team!" Ludo shouted in a weird tone, "Of course, there is also the Bulgarian team that was proud of our defeat!"

Accompanied by waves of cheers like a tsunami, a large number of medical staff rushed into the arena, lifted Krum up from the ground, and prepared to treat him.

But Klum seemed to be very excited. He refused to let the doctors treat him, and just sat on the ground with a gloomy face.

His teammates also gathered around him, looking dejected.

Not far away from them, the players of the Irish team were dancing and celebrating, their mascot was waving gold coins wantonly, and the Irish national anthem was played on the field.

"I said we fought bravely."

A heavy voice came from the side. When Mike heard the sound, he realized that the person speaking was actually the Bulgarian minister who could not speak.

"You speak English!" Fudge roared, "I've been gesticulating with you like a monkey for a long time!"

The Bulgarian minister smiled and said, "That's interesting, isn't it?"

Mike did not continue to watch the two people arguing. From the beginning of the game, he was looking for a figure, a house elf and an empty seat.

It's a pity that this stadium is too big, and it is really difficult to find the mouse among 100,000 people.

Until the awards ceremony was about to end, Mike could not find the guy.

He sighed softly, followed the footsteps of everyone, and left the box.

Penello on the side noticed Mike's mood changes and asked:

"Don't be too sad. Although the Bulgarian team lost, Krum did not lose."

This silly girl actually thought she was sad because Bulgaria lost.

But he didn't say much, just nodded silently and returned to their camping area.

At this moment, the originally deserted VIP camping area became lively. All the things piled in the center of the venue were put to use. Everyone celebrated wantonly. The countless amounts of spirits piled together were visible to the naked eye. The speed is decreasing.

As the largest sponsor of this competition, Mike is naturally a popular presence in this carnival.

Everyone came to toast one after another, including some high-ranking pure-blood nobles.

Obviously, the huge wealth that Mike controls makes them forget about Mike's origins.

Thanks to his minor status, Mike used juice instead of wine.

Penelope happened to be an adult, but she didn't drink because there was no one to toast to her, an ordinary Muggle wizard.

Ever since, the plot of forcing the heroine to drink and then having Mike come out and slap her in the face was no longer there.

In the middle of the carnival, Fudge and most of the foreign dignitaries left. Fudge because he had to continue working tomorrow, and the foreigners simply couldn't stand the way the Chinese drank.

As a minor, Mike naturally returned to his tent like all the women and children, but he did not rest. Instead, he used his magic perception to silently observe the drunkards who were still partying in the center of the camp.

He knew that a typical drunken riot was about to happen.

This time was his last chance to catch the mouse.

Outside the tent, the carnival was still going on.

The departure of Fudge and others obviously made them feel much more comfortable.

These big shots who used to attach great importance to etiquette and status were now looking messy. They gathered around the bonfire, leaning on each other, pouring bottles of spirits into the in stomach.

The atmosphere was even more heated than when everyone was present.

Suddenly, a man holding a shotgun walked out of the woods not far away.

This man didn't look very good. The hunting clothes on his body were full of holes and he looked very miserable.

It turned out to be the man Mike had met on VIP Avenue.

The wizards who were still enjoying the carnival beside the campfire were stunned. They all stared at the man who suddenly appeared with confusion in their eyes.

There seemed to be something wrong with the man's mind. As if he didn't notice anything unusual here, he sped towards the group of wizards.

While running, the super wizards were still laughing and waving.

"Oh God! I've been lost in this damn forest all day, and now I finally meet someone else!" The man in hunting clothes shouted excitedly, "Why are you dressed like this? You are having a masquerade party." ?"

"It's a Muggle."

"The Muggle expulsion spell in this area must have failed. What on earth is the Ministry of Magic doing? They let Muggles show up here to disrupt our party!"

"Kill him quickly, his breath stinks the air around here!"

"Don't worry, don't you think just drinking is too boring? Let's have some fun!"

…

The wizards argued with each other word by word, and soon reached a consensus.

They all smiled and looked at the man in hunting clothes who was still running towards this side excitedly, their eyes full of teasing.

At this time, the man in hunting clothes finally realized that something was wrong. He slowly stopped, backed away with an apology and said:

"Well, it seems like you don't welcome me very much, so I'll go elsewhere and look for an exit."

"Who said we don't welcome you?"

"Exactly! You came just in time, our party just lacks a talent like you!"

The two wizards walked out with a ferocious smile, and the man in hunting clothes was surprised to find that they were holding a thin short stick in their hands.

Finding that it was not a thermal weapon, he felt relieved. At the same time, he raised the shotgun in his hand, pointed it at the wizards and said:

"Hey, listen. I don't want to get into trouble, but I'm definitely not afraid of trouble! If you're wise, just step back and we'll just pretend nothing happened."

The wizards looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

The next moment, everyone laughed as if they had heard the funniest joke of the century.

The man in hunting clothes still raised his gun and looked at the laughing wizards in front of him. He felt that he might have encountered a group of lunatics.

He backed away slowly. At this moment, he just wanted to stay away from these madmen.

But suddenly, he saw a red light shoot out from the short wooden stick in the hand of a man in the crowd who was laughing just now, and hit his body straight.

As if he was hit by a speeding train, the man in the hunting suit was suddenly knocked away, and the shotgun in his hand was also thrown away.

It was only then that he heard the man's voice.

"Expelliarmus!"