Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 273 Quidditch World Cup Part

Soon, the performance of the leprechauns ended.

Everyone was very satisfied. They looked at the gold coins in their arms greedily, but they didn't know how stupid their behavior was in the eyes of true experts.

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

Check out their performance.

Naked color range and greed for money, is such a performance good to watch?

Mike had to admit, it was pretty nice.

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

After such a wonderful performance, the highlight of the day, the match between Ireland and Bulgaria officially began.

The two teams started a fierce confrontation right from the start, but the audience was not very enthusiastic about it.

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

Although Mike was not very interested in Quidditch, his experience in the Ravenclaw school team allowed 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 had a genius seeker, Viktor Krum.

That's how Quidditch works. As long as you have a strong enough Seeker, you can win the game even with six trolls.

The Bulgarian team is just such a team with the Seeker as its core.

Apart from their Seeker who is arguably the best in the world, the rest of the team members are not very strong. Their only role on the field is to delay time and gain points to allow Krum to find the Snitch.

It’s a pity that the Irish team obviously made sufficient preparations before the game.

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

The rest of the players attacked frantically, using their strong individual skills and perfect offensive formation to catch the rest of the Bulgarian team off guard.

The situation of the game was very clear at this point. The Irish team obviously wanted to widen the score gap between the two teams as much as possible before Krum found the Golden Snitch. After all, a Golden Snitch was only worth 150 points, which meant that as long as they could increase the score to over 150 points, it would be of no avail even if Krum caught the Golden Snitch.

This is an honest conspiracy.

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

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 seeker was not as good as Krum, his level was also world-class. Under his strict defense, Krum had no chance to find the Golden Snitch at all.

All the Bulgarian fans present at the stadium became nervous, especially those who had bet a large sum of money on Bulgaria to win before the game, who were hysterically cursing the shamelessness of the Irish team.

80:10
120:10
Seeing the score gradually widening, the Bulgarian team's mascots, the Veela, could no longer sit still. They all started dancing on the spot, and waves of invisible magic spread around like ripples on the water. The men who were closer to them were bewitched in an instant.

Such behavior is undoubtedly cheating. They clearly want to confuse the Irish players on the field.

But the referee didn't blow the whistle because he was also confused.

"Oh! That won't do!" said commentator Ludo Bachman, "Someone go up and slap the referee!"

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

Then the angry referee stopped the dance of the Veela.

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

But the referee did it anyway, even though the Bulgarian players protested to him.

Elsewhere, the duel between Krum and the Irish Seeker came to an end.

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

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

As the two men got closer and closer to the ground, the Irish Seeker began to panic.

If he continued to chase, even the most powerful custom-made Firebolt he was using would crash!
But before the game, the coach gave him a strict order that he must stop Krum unless he died on the field. He fully implemented the coach's order and continued to chase him, risking not being able to stop the car and crashing to the ground.

"boom!"

There was a dull thud, and the Irish Seeker fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a large area of ​​dirt.

Krum, on the other hand, used his amazing arm strength to pull up the broom and rise into the air again at the last moment before falling to the ground.

"Ohhh! Look! Krum! That was Wonski's fake move!" Ludo shouted excitedly, "Krum didn't even notice the Snitch. His original purpose was to get rid of the Irish Seeker's pursuit!"

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

Everyone thought that this was a sure win. Just as a famous commentator once said, you can always trust Krum. This guy is definitely a player who can work miracles!

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

accelerate!
Dive!

Z-shaped quick maneuver!
Krum moved in the air like a fish, bypassing the Irish team's defense one after another, and finally approached the Golden Snitch.

On the other side, the Irish batsmen hit the Bludger hard towards Krum.

The situation suddenly became critical again. Bludgers can be called a player killer. Every year, countless players retire due to the sequelae of being hit 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.

But Krum didn't think so.

Who is he?
He is Krum!

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

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

Bright red blood splattered in the air, the Veela outside the field let out a shrill scream, and the audience in the stands also stood up.

"boom!"

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

It hurt, it really did, but Krum was laughing.

Because he holds the future in his hands!
He opened his hands 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 froze. …

"The game is over! Let's give the warmest applause to our winners, the Irish team!" Ludo shouted in a strange tone, "And of course, to our Bulgarian team who won with honor despite losing!"

Accompanied by thunderous cheers, a large number of medical staff rushed into the stadium, helped Krum up from the ground, and prepared to treat him.

But Krum seemed to be very emotional. 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 celebrating by dancing, their mascots were waving gold coins around, and the Irish national anthem was playing on the field.

"I said, we fought bravely."

A heavy voice came from the side. Mike looked over and found that the person speaking was the Bulgarian minister who couldn't speak.

"You can speak English!" Fudge roared. "I've been trying to figure out what's going on with you like a monkey!"

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

Mike didn't continue watching 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 too difficult to find the mouse among 100,000 people.

Mike didn't find the guy until the award ceremony was about to end.

He sighed softly, followed the crowd and left the box.

Penelope noticed Mike's mood change 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 the game.

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 middle of the venue were put to use. Everyone was celebrating wildly, and the countless amounts of liquor piled up were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the biggest sponsor of this competition, Mike is naturally a hot figure in this carnival.

People came forward one after another to toast, including some powerful pure-blood nobles.

Obviously, the huge wealth Mike possessed made them forget his background.

Thanks to his underage status, Mike used juice instead of alcohol.

Penelope was just an adult, but she didn't drink either, because no one would toast with her, an ordinary Muggle wizard.

So, there was no plot where the heroine was forced to drink and then Mike came out to slap her in the face.

When the carnival was halfway through, Fudge and most of the foreign guests left. Fudge left because he had to continue working tomorrow, while the foreigners simply couldn't stand the way the British people drank.

As a minor, Mike naturally returned to his tent like all the women and children. However, he did not rest. Instead, he used his magical 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.

And this was his last chance to catch the mouse.

Outside the tent, the carnival continued.

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

These bigwigs who used to attach great importance to etiquette and status were now in a mess. They gathered around the campfire, arms around each other, and drank bottle after bottle of liquor.

The atmosphere was even hotter than when everyone was there just now.

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

The man didn't look well. His hunting suit was full of holes and he looked very disheveled.

It was the man Mike met on VIP Avenue.

The wizards who were originally partying around the campfire were stunned. They all stared at the man who suddenly appeared with confused eyes.

There seemed to be something wrong with the man's brain. He seemed not to notice anything unusual here and ran towards the group of wizards at an accelerated speed.

The super wizards waved as they ran and still laughed.

"Oh my God! I've been lost in this damn forest for a whole day, and now I finally meet other people!" The man in hunting suit shouted excitedly, "Why are you dressed like this? Are you having a masquerade?"

"It's a Muggle."

"The Muggle-Repelling Charm in this area must have failed. What on earth is the Ministry of Magic doing? They let Muggles show up here and disturb our party!"

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

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

……

The wizards argued among themselves and soon reached a consensus.

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

At this time, the man in hunting suit finally realized that something was wrong. He slowly stopped, smiled apologetically and said:
"Well, it looks like you guys don't really welcome me, so I'll go find a way out somewhere else."

"Who said we don't welcome you?"

"That's right! You came at the perfect time. Our party is in need of someone like you!"

Two wizards came out with a grim smile, and the man in hunting suit was surprised to find that they were holding a thin short stick in their hands.

Finding that it was not a firearm, he felt relieved, raised the shotgun in his hand, pointed it at the wizards and said:
"Hey, listen. I don't want to cause trouble, but I'm definitely not afraid of trouble! If you know what's best for you, just retreat and we'll pretend nothing happened."

The wizards looked at each other, surprise flashing in their eyes.

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

The man in hunting suit still held his gun and looked at the wizards who were laughing in front of him. He felt like he might have met a group of lunatics.

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

But suddenly, he saw a red light shooting out from a short wooden stick in the hand of a man in the crowd who had just been laughing, and it hit him straight in the body.

As if he was hit by a speeding train, the man in hunting suit was knocked flying, and the hunting rifle in his hand was thrown out.

It was not until this moment that he heard the man's voice.

"Except your weapons!"

(End of this chapter)