I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 230 Winner

Poor referee Mr. Mustafa was so bewitched by the dancing of the Veela that he was completely dazzled in public.

He took off his pants, revealing two sparsely hairy legs underneath, but he didn't show any exposure, as he was wearing a pair of safety pants underneath... no, they were shorts with big flowers, which looked very trendy. If he had put on a pair of sunglasses and a towel, he would have looked like a middle-aged man enjoying sunbathing on the beach.

He looked very funny as he performed this strange dance and stroked his beard with his hands.

"Oh, God, that won't do. But I must admit that Mr. Mustafa is not only a professional judge, he is even more proficient in dancing." Ludo Bagman gloated to the audience in the box without mercy. "So, is there any miracle doctor who can stand up and swing his arms in front of him to heal him?"

Look at it, he is worthy of being a commentator at the Quidditch World Cup, his speech is quite fitting.

That's professionalism (akimbo).

A doctor in the field professionally took out earplugs from his pocket with extreme elegance and calmness. He walked slowly to Mr. Mustafa and slapped him in the face.

Louis thought it would be more interesting if there was a voiceover - damn beast! What has happened to you?

Mustafa was brought back to his senses by the slap. He shook his head, took the earplugs handed to him by the doctor and plugged his ears. He pointed at the Veela and shouted angrily. The Veela also stopped dancing, and looked at Mustafa with glaring eyes and pouting lips, looking very dissatisfied.

"Oh my God... Could it be that I saw it wrong? Mustafa actually wanted to send the Bulgarian mascot to the stands?" Mr. Bagman said in disbelief. "Well, I haven't experienced such a situation before, and it seems that there is no record of it in history. Let me look through the history books... Forget it, the great poet Beedle once said that when you send the mascot to the stands, it means that the game will become uncivilized... The situation on the field has indeed proved this statement. Let us applaud his foresight!"

There was a brutal collision between the Bulgarian and Irish players on the field, but neither of them seemed to have suffered any serious damage. They shook their heads at each other, looked at each other angrily, and then continued to fight.

On the other side of the stadium, the Veela reluctantly walked onto the stands one after another. The leader of the Veela stood in front of the audience, stretched out his arms, and made a domineering gesture towards the stadium.

Ms. Rita Skeeter's attendant had a keen sense of smell and recorded this historic moment.

The Bulgarian fans applauded the Veela girls - after all, they gave too much to the national team. Besides, everyone was kind to women, and except for some female spectators, no one could bear to see the Veela girls suffer any injustice.

"I don't think there's anything outstanding about this Quidditch national team. I can play as well as they do." Ron said with a grin, "Look at those cloves of rotten garlic in Bulgaria... God, my grandmother is a better goalkeeper than this one."

"Then you go?" Percy muttered.

"One hundred and fifty to ten, I can do it too," Ron said without turning his head, and finally added: "Wetherby."

It seems that this word will not be used today.

This game has completely turned into an all-out fight, with hitters from both sides showing no mercy. If one has to describe it, it would be that West Quigley and East Volkov are comparable to Pepe in the South and De Jong in the North in later generations, they are all warrior monks.

Speaking of De Jong, the Bulgarian three-man team was now chasing and beating the Irish team frantically. Volkov's shots were not very accurate, and the Bludgers kept coming back and forth, unable to hit anyone. Draganov was anxious, and he swung his stick like a knight on a warhorse wielding a saber, and hit the Irish Chaser Moran's head.

This time, Moran was beaten to a bloody mess. She uttered a shrill scream and fell to the ground, her long hair draped over her face, looking extremely scary.

The Irish fans in the stadium were extremely angry and booed the Bulgarian players one wave higher than the other. They all stood up and formed a huge green wave.

"Foul, oh my... it's so barbaric, how can you do that? The stick in your hand is for hitting the ball, not hitting people..." Mr. Bagman made a loud smacking sound, "Oh, Draganov... now you treat Moran's head as a Bludger."

The leprechauns were also anxious. As the mascots of Ireland, they certainly couldn't watch the home team's players being beaten up. They decided to do something. This time they gathered together and started throwing something at the Veelas - but they couldn't see clearly, so they couldn't tell what it was, maybe it was snow (sad).

The Veela also lost control. Their faces became longer and longer, gradually turning into bird heads with sharp beaks. Behind them, a pair of long, scaly wings emerged from their shoulders, which looked pretty disgusting.

After the wings appeared, the leading veela shouted and took the lead to pounce on the leprechauns. Then the two sides engaged in a melee. The players in the sky were fighting, and the mascots on the ground were also fighting. There was a bit of black humor.

"Got it, kids?" Mr. Weasley said at the right moment, "You can't just look at the appearance, inner beauty is the real ..."

"Is this why Molly chose you?" Sirius said this without any reason, and Aunt Molly couldn't help but chuckle.

In fact, Aunt Molly was not ugly when she was young. Louis had seen her photos. It cannot be said that Aunt Molly looked exactly like Hirasawa Yui in K-ON! when she was in school, but they were very similar.

Mr. Weasley glared at Sirius and retorted, "Hey, Sirius, at least I'm not single now."

Now it was Sirius' turn to be depressed. He wanted to say something but couldn't find the words to refute, until Emma hit him on the head with a folding fan.

"Focus on flipping the rope! Severus has been waiting for you for a long time!"

Inside, officials from the Ministry of Magic swarmed the arena, trying to separate the Veela and the Leprechauns, but with little success. Louis noticed that Dumbledore was watching the fight with great interest, eating nuts even faster.

Who says old bee isn't a fun guy?

Ireland was still scoring goals. After a while, the Irish team took advantage of the opportunity to score another goal. Since the attack was favorable and there was no substantial damage, Mr. Mustafa, the referee, did not blow the whistle.

The fun had just begun. The Irish batsman found a perfect opportunity and used all his strength to hit a Bludger at Viktor Krum. With a dull sound, Krum's face and the Bludger came into close contact, and two blood came out of his nose, and blood flowed down his nose to the top of the Veela's head below.

The Veela that was drenched in blood touched his head, saw blood, rolled his eyes and fainted. Seeing the blood "flowing" from his companion's head, the Veela became even crazier, their claws became sharper, and they started attacking without distinguishing between friend and foe. Even the officials from the Ministry of Magic who tried to mediate the fight were scratched with potato shreds on their faces. However, the scene was so chaotic that no one noticed that Krum was injured. Ron shouted anxiously, "Timeout! Hurry up and call for a timeout, Mr. Bagman! Krum can't continue to play in that state, my God..."

Obviously, Krum has won a little fan like Haroun with his performance.

Elizabeth yelled: "Don't worry about Krum, look at Lin Qi——"

The Irish Seeker suddenly dived down. This time it was definitely not a fake move by Wonski, it was real.

"He saw the Snitch! Look!" Elizabeth shouted again.

At this time, the Irish supporters stood up one after another, everyone held their breath, even the Veela and Leprechauns who were fighting on the ground stopped fighting and looked up at the actions of the Seekers in a daze.

"They're tilting at too big an angle! They're going too fast! They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione screamed. If she were the alarm on the plane, she would definitely issue a "beep, pull up" warning.

"No! Believe in Krum!" Ron's heart was in his throat. His hands were white as he gripped the railing tightly, wishing he could fly with Krum.

"I think Lin Qi has to fall again, this noob." Elizabeth said in unison with Harry mercilessly. After the two looked at each other, Harry turned his head away proudly.

Louis's sister is so unlovable! Humph, I don't think so just because she flies better than me!
Of course, what the two professional seekers said was right. Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground again, knocking a veela unconscious.

"Where's the Snitch? Where's the Snitch?" shouted Charlie, an old Gryffindor Chaser.

"He's got it! Viktor Krum, he did it! He ended the game! It's over!" Harry shouted.

Krum's nose was still bleeding, but he no longer cared about it. He rose lightly into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

The scores flashed on the scoreboard, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience seemed not to realize what was going on. Then, slowly, like a jumbo jet accelerating, the chatter from Ireland's supporters grew louder and louder, ending in countless shouts of joy.

"Ireland wins!" Mr. Bagman, a veteran fan of the Irish team, shouted weakly, but his voice sounded a little out of breath, as if he was a little confused by the sudden end of the game. "Krum caught the golden snitch but Ireland won - my God, I don't think anyone expected this to be the outcome!"

"Why did he go and catch the Snitch now?" Ron, who was raising his hands high and jumping up and down in cheers, asked loudly in confusion, "It was unwise for him to end the game when the Irish team was leading by 160 points!"

"He knows it's over! Can he win? Can he catch up with Ireland's tight defense? Tell me, can he catch up? No way?" Harry spread his hands and said loudly, "It's blue!"

The game on the field was over, and the battle off the field was over as well. The leprechauns flew into the sky, sometimes forming an S shape, sometimes forming a B shape, looking very proud. Under the instruction of the Irish captain, they started to spend money again.

The Veelas all lowered their heads, looking dejected like the defeated ones.

Doctors gathered around Krum and wanted to bandage his wounds, but Krum refused. He had a gloomy face, blood and scars on his face, and looked at the Golden Snitch in his hand with sinister eyes. His teammates gathered around him, looking dejected.

In stark contrast not far from them, the Irish players were dancing excitedly, some even linking arms and tap dancing on the field.

"I say, they are all great guys." Louis heard a heavy voice say from the side.

He turned and saw the Bulgarian Minister for Magic.

"You can speak English!" Fudge was furious. He walked forward and said angrily, "But you let me speak English here all day long!"

"Hey, but this is fun." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic shrugged and winked at Dumbledore on the side.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and scratched his fingers vaguely, with a mischievous smile on his face.

Fudge was really angry, but his good upbringing as a politician made him resist the urge to explode. He looked deeply at the Bulgarian minister and walked away in anger.

The Bulgarian minister twitched his lips and gave an inexplicable smile.

Now it was time for the awards ceremony. The Irish fans, the Irish players, and the Irish mascot were all very excited. If this stadium had a roof, Louis had no doubt that they could inflate it.

The younger sister Elizabeth and the trio in front of him were all extremely excited, especially the twins. They had won several thousand galleons in real terms.

"Don't let your mother know about your gambling." Mr. Weasley looked at Aunt Molly who was chatting with Emma, ​​and warned the twins in a low voice: "Don't tell your mother..."

"Don't worry, Dad." Fred said happily, "We have many grand plans, just watch carefully!"

Mr. Weasley hesitated, as if about to ask what their grand plan was, but resisted the urge.

He knew that the twins would definitely play a trick on him and then say they would not tell him. As the father of these two funny guys, he really knew these two naughty monkeys too well.

(End of this chapter)