I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 229 Elizabeth's Ambition

In fact, to some extent, the Bulgarian mascot is somewhat suspicious, and Louis despises this kind of behavior of seducing people with sex.

Right, this kind of thing can only happen alone, right? It's immoral to do it in public. Look at that guy named Porter, his legs are crossed over the railing; and his good brother Ron, he is posing at the edge of the railing in the classic pose of a Filipino diver. Birds of a feather flock together.

In a couple of years, they should be invited to act in Titanic and say those classic words on the deck.

"You jump, I jump!"

However, it should be clarified that the word "Czechoslovakia" did not appear in the original movie. It was just a spoof.

Besides, there is no Czechoslovakia in this era. It has split into the Czech Republic and Slovakia.

In the box, these two children were the only ones who looked obsessed. Draco sat aside and watched quietly, but he was not looking at the field, but at Harry who was straddling the railing.

Want to laugh at this scarred head, what to do? Waiting online.

"Harry? What are you doing?" Hermione shouted loudly. She felt that if she didn't remind him loudly, he and Ron would jump down and embarrass themselves.

The music stopped abruptly, and Harry blinked blankly, only then he realized that he was in a very embarrassing posture. Looking to the side, Ron's posture was even more embarrassing.

As the music stopped, the gym was instantly filled with angry roars, and people were unwilling to let the Veela leave - it seemed that everyone was an orthodox old pervert.

In fact, Harry had the same idea as them. He was very regretful now. Why did he wear the shamrock emblem representing Ireland? Even for the sake of Miss Veela, he should support Bulgaria.

Ireland (crossed out) Bulgaria is my favorite!

Ron actually did so, tearing the shamrocks off his hat with a dull look in his eyes, and Mr. Weasley leaned forward with a smile and snatched the hat from Ron's hands.

"You'll need him when the Irish team finishes their performance," said Mr. Weasley meaningfully.

Ron snorted, still concentrating on the exiting Veela, who were now lined up on one side of the arena.

He couldn't help but make a comparison in his mind. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that Hermione was like an underdeveloped bean sprout. Her flat appearance was even more open than the grass on the field...

Hermione looked at her useless boyfriend, and walked over with Ginny in anger. The two of them dragged their boyfriends back in unison. Neither dared to retort, one was afraid of being hit in the face by Hermione's punch, and the other was afraid of being crushed to pieces by Ginny.

Louis smacked his lips loudly, looked at the two tracheitis with a gloating look, and laughed unscrupulously.

"And now," said Ludo Bagman, in a thunderous voice, "Please raise your wands to the air and welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

Then, with a whoosh, a huge green and gold object flew into the stadium, silencing the boos that were about to come out in protest. It was like a big comet with a long tail, flying around the stadium, and suddenly it broke up like Czechoslovakia, splitting into two smaller comets and rushing towards one goal post.

Suddenly, a rainbow bridge appeared across the entire stadium, connecting the two large, shining balls together. The crowd exclaimed in amazement, and Louis felt that the Bulgarian mascot in front of him was like a fireworks display from the future.

At this time, the rainbow gradually disappeared, and the large flashing balls connected and blended with each other to form a huge and shining clover, which rose into the sky and began to hover above the stands.

Something was pattering down from the clover like golden raindrops.

It was amazing. It was the boy who distributed money. Gold coins kept falling from the huge clover. Louis had good eyesight. He could see clearly that the clover was actually made up of countless little men wearing red vests and bearded men. Each of them was holding a small golden or green lamp.

"It's a leprechaun!" Mr. Weasley had just finished speaking when he was hit on the head by a gold coin.

While people were cheering, they were scrambling to get the gold coins under their seats. This was a chance to get back the money they spent on their tickets and no one wanted to miss it.

What? You mean Veela? Will Veela give us Galleons?

The giant clover gradually disappeared, and the leprechauns slowly landed opposite the veelas on the field, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to watch the game.

Ludo Bagman was loudly introducing the players of both teams. Every time a name was read out, a player would fly into the stadium from the entrance and circle around the field, and the fans of their national team were still cheering enthusiastically.

"It's the Firebolt! Oh my God! They are riding Firebolts!" Harry shouted in surprise. In fact, he also received a Firebolt from Sirius at Christmas, but that didn't stop him from expressing his surprise.

The national team is the national team after all, they are rich and powerful, he sighed repeatedly.

Mr. Bagman called out again, "Now, I would like to introduce you to today's referee, the much-loved President of the International Quidditch Federation, Hassan Mustafa, who has flown all the way from Egypt!"

Louis looked down and saw a thin and sturdy wizard in a pure gold robe that fits the stereotype of the Middle East. Especially the Mediterranean sea on his head, which sparkled under the light, it was hard not to be noticed.

Just like Madam Hooch, he had a wooden box under one arm, which contained the Quaffle and other equipment used in this competition. He had a silver whistle hanging around his neck, and he definitely looked like a professional.

He put the box on the ground and kicked it open. Four balls suddenly flew into the air: a bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers and a very small Golden Snitch.

Following Mustafa's whistle, players from both teams immediately sped up their brooms.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Elizabeth screamed beside Louis, making Louis' ears itch. This little girl was unexpectedly excited, not like her usual self... No, she was usually an epileptic beauty.

As quiet as a virgin, as violent as an epileptic, this is the lovely little Miss Elizabeth Gloucester.

Bagman's commentary was very loud, but in Louis' opinion, his level was not even one-tenth of that of Ron and Lee Jordan - perhaps, if the game was given to the two of them to commentate, it might be completely different. With one praising and the other making fun, Louis might be more interested in the game.

He touched Christasa's belly with his toes, signaling her to massage her legs.

Christasa obediently clenched her fists, gently hit Louis' legs, and began to massage his legs.

The players below were flying very fast. Louis did not need to use the holographic telescope. In fact, he had Feng Ling Yue Ying... No, it was a pair of invisible competition glasses specially made for the system. They were more convenient to use. Everyone in their family had one, except Emma.

It’s not that Louis didn’t give it to her, but she didn’t like watching Quidditch. In comparison, she preferred to play catwalk with Snape and Sirius.

As for Snape and Sirius... Actually, Sirius liked watching Quidditch very much, but under the current circumstances, he would rather play catwalk; not to mention Snape, he himself was extremely disgusted by Quidditch, and if Louis hadn't written to him, he would even prefer to stay at home (hanging from the ceiling) and sleep.

"Hey, it's the Eiffel Tower!" Emma flipped her little hands and made the flower rope look like an eiffel tower.

"Awesome!" Sirius clapped his hands desperately. Snape didn't want to agree with him at first, but then he thought that this was a senior who cared about him, so he stretched out his hand and began to clap reluctantly.

Just as Emma flipped over the Eiffel Tower, the first goal was scored on the field.

Ireland launched a general attack on Bulgaria in an eagle-head attack formation, nimbly dodging the Bludgers hit by the Bulgarian hitters and throwing the Quaffle into the Bulgarian team's goal.

"Harry! If you don't watch it at normal speed, you will miss the exciting scene!" Hermione warned loudly.

Elizabeth waved her fist. Her home team was not in this game, so she would be happy no matter who scored between Ireland and Bulgaria.

Louis didn't care, but theoretically, he hoped that Bulgaria would win. After all, Ireland almost blew his grandfather up, but thanks to his mother who arrived in time, the historical tragedy was avoided.

While Luiz was stunned, Ireland scored two more goals, at a speed comparable to that of Mbappe's equalizer for Argentina - but it was obvious that they were in the lead.

"It's starting!" Elizabeth shouted, "Louis, oh my god, stop looking at your dragon maid's ball and look at the chaser on the field!"

Louis was actually in a daze, he just randomly picked a place to be absent-minded. Hearing Elizabeth's shout, she turned her eyes to the field, looking for two seekers - well, he soon saw them, Bulgarian team's seeker Viktor Krum, and Irish team's seeker Aidan Lindsay, the two of them were rapidly descending among the chasers - their speed was so fast that it was like a dive-bombing Stuka, just a little short of a whistle.

"Listen, Liz," Louise said to Elizabeth, who was concentrating on watching the two top seekers, "You should equip your Firebolt with a special air whistle, like the Stuka, to give them a little Slytherin shock when you dive for the ball..."

"Good advice, my cousin." Elizabeth didn't even look at him and commented pertinently: "I think you are getting more and more stubborn, but this is a good suggestion. You can find this little accessory."

"No problem, my dear cousin," Louis replied with a smile.

He turned his gaze back to the field. The two men were about to collide with the ground, but at the last moment, Viktor Krum suddenly raised the head of his broom when he was close to the ground, rose again, and flew away slowly, while the honest man Aidan Linzi was unable to avoid it and fell to the ground with a bang.

There was a groan from the Irish audience.

"What a fool." Elizabeth complained cheerfully, "Krum was obviously faking it. How could we be fooled by him? Oh, really, how can anyone represent the national team? I think England can't be like this in the next World Cup - I want to be the seeker of the England national team!"

"I hope you can lead the troubled England team to win the championship." Louis sighed: "This troubled country needs another star embroidered on the team badge on its chest."

On the court, Mr. Bagman shouted loudly for the game to be suspended, and trained doctors rushed into the court carrying bottles and cans to check Aidan Linzi's injuries.

"I hope he's all right, poor fool," Elizabeth smacked her lips loudly.

"He's fine, he just used too much force." Charlie replied, comforting his good sister Ginny, "He just used too much force. The protection measures of the venue are very complete, and it is generally unlikely that someone's head will be broken. Even Hogwarts has relatively complete protection. It was like this when I was in school. If it is still well repaired now."

"A very smart choice, this Bulgarian." Elizabeth obviously didn't remember Krum's name. "Wronski's fake move was a classic. The Bulgarian didn't even see the trace of the Golden Snitch. He just deliberately lured the Irish into taking the bait. Obviously, the big Irish fool fell for it."

It would be a waste if Elizabeth's sharp tongue was not used as a commentator. Perhaps during the Quidditch competition within Hogwarts, she could be allowed to be a guest commentator.

Lin Qi, who was surrounded by doctors in the field, was drinking potions in big gulps and slowly recovering his strength. Krum was hovering above him, his pair of black eyes seemed to be looking for the trace of the Golden Snitch.

Soon, Lin Qi returned to the game, and the Irish supporters gave him encouraging cheers at the right time. After more than ten minutes of exciting game, Ireland is now far ahead with 130:10.

Well, when the game reached this stage, it became a little different. It had a bit of the flavor of the Portugal vs. Netherlands match in 06. The two sides stopped playing Quidditch and started playing martial arts.

In fact, the body is still useful. When the Irish player was charging with the ball, she was intercepted by the Bulgarian goalkeeper and hit by her, knocking her off the broom.

"Ding ding--" Mustafa blew the whistle and stretched out his hand to signal a foul, giving the Irish team a free throw.

In fact, it was not only the Bulgarian players who did not abide by the ethics of martial arts. Even their mascots were not willing to be left out and started to dance outside the court. The poor referee was bewitched by the veela before he could designate the penalty spot.

(End of this chapter)