Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 479 Although defeated, it is still glorious
A court doctor who had just treated Celtics finder Lin Qi saw the referee being captivated by Vee and immediately covered his ears with his fingers and rushed onto the court.

He went to Mustafa and treated him by kicking him hard in the shin several times.

As soon as the miracle doctor made his move, Mustafa immediately came to his senses.

The young wizards in the box could clearly see his expression through the telescope.

The referee from Egypt looked particularly embarrassed and was yelling at the Veeva.

The Veela stopped dancing after he stopped them, but they looked quite resentful.

"Perhaps I'm mistaken—judging from the situation at the game, Mustafa actually wanted to send the Bulgarian team's mascot home!"

Bagman's loud voice sounded somewhat uncertain:
"Oh, I've never seen anything like this before."

If that's the case, the competition might become uncivilized..."

Regardless of Bagman's character, he is definitely a man of great experience.

Just as he had predicted, the ensuing matches became increasingly brutal and savage.

First, the two Bulgarian batsmen landed on either side of referee Mustafa and began arguing angrily with him.

Not only that, they also made rude and obscene gestures toward the Celtics' mascots, the Irish goblins.

The Irish lemurs, still delighted by the referee's decision against Bulgaria, once again formed the words "Hey! Hey! Hey!" in the air upon seeing this.

As for referee Mustafa, he remained unmoved by the Bulgarian players' protests.

He raised a finger into the air, clearly signaling them to take off again.

However, the two batters standing next to him refused and continued to protest stubbornly.

"Foolish behavior."

Upon witnessing this scene, Sherlock immediately stated his conclusion:

“It is very unwise to confront the referee directly on the field; they will only receive more severe penalties.”

Sure enough, seeing that the two batters refused to fly back into the air to continue the game, Mustafa simply blew his whistle twice, giving each of them a technical foul.

"Ireland gets two penalty kicks!"

Bagman shouted, and as the referee's decision and the commentator's explanation followed, the Bulgarian audience began to roar angrily.

But Bagman's voice quickly drowned out theirs:

"Personally, I think Volkov and Vokanov would be better off riding on brooms."

Directly confronting the referee will never end well... Alright... They've mounted them...

Ireland's Troy has received the Quaffle and is preparing to take his penalty.

After the free throws, the game resumed.

Harry once thought that the final match between Gryffindor and Slytherin last semester was the most intense, dirty, and rude match he had ever seen in his life.

But now it seems that this record is about to be broken.

Of course, he wasn't the only one.

For everyone in this box, and even most of the people in the stadium, the ferocity and intensity of the match was something they had never seen before.

Both batters showed no mercy.

Especially Volkov and Vokanov of Bulgaria, who were just penalized by the referee.

They didn't even care whether the sticks they were hitting were hitting a ball or a person; they just kept swinging and hitting wildly.

Compared to them, Slytherin's batters were like babies who hadn't been weaned yet.

The Chaser was equally determined; Dimitrov charged straight at Moran, who was holding the Quaffle, nearly knocking her off her broom.

"foul!"

The Celtics supporters chanted in unison.

They all stood up, forming a huge green wave.

"foul!"

Ludo Bagman's voice, amplified by magic, repeated those two words.

"Dimitrov injured Moran—it was a deliberate, flying collision—it will definitely be a penalty—yes, the referee blew the whistle!"

The Irish leprechaun was naturally not going to let such an opportunity pass by.

They all rose into the air again, this time forming a giant hand that made a very rude gesture toward the Veela on the other side of the field.

This gesture was something I just learned from the two batters on the Bulgarian team.

That's a good example of putting what you've learned into practice.

However, the Veelas were not having it.

This time, they didn't even dance; instead, they flew across the arena and began throwing handfuls of flame-like things at the goblins.

After making this gesture, they became anything but beautiful.

The once delicate and flawless face was elongated and transformed into a pointed bird head with a sharp beak.

A pair of long, scale-covered wings were emerging from their shoulders.

"Do you understand now, children!"

Mr. Weasley seized the opportunity to launch into a popular science lecture, his voice even drowning out the commotion of the crowd below: "Never be fooled by a pretty woman!"

"Hey, Arthur, don't say such discouraging things at a time like this."

Sirius pulled him into a tight hug, then winked at Harry:

"Listen to me, there's absolutely nothing wrong with pursuing beautiful women. That's exactly what your father did back then!"

Harry was both amused and exasperated by what he heard.

Ginny, standing to the side, secretly puffed out her chest.

Because the mascots of the two teams got into a fight, wizarding officials from the Ministry of Magic rushed into the arena to try to separate the Veela and the goblins.

Unfortunately, with the two sides already entangled, their efforts yielded little result.

It can be said that the fierce battle below was no less intense than the one above. In some ways, it was even more intense.

Sherlock's gaze shifted from the players in the match to the mascots engaged in a fierce battle, and he couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

As it turns out, my judgment was absolutely correct.

The entire magical world is just a giant makeshift operation.

Harry's attention was focused on the game, and he looked around through his binoculars.

The Quake ball was passed from one person to another like a bullet.

"Leverski—Dimitrov—Moran—Troi—Malet—Ivanova—Moran again—Moran—Moran scores!"

Just like before, Mr. Bagman, who was in charge of the commentary, could only manage to announce the players' names, and was unable to fluently explain what they were doing.

Not only that, his previously enchanted explanations were now less clear.

The arena was filled with the screams of Veela, the cracking of wands from ministry officials, and the angry roars of Bulgarians.

The Celtics scored a goal, but the cheers of the Irish supporters were nowhere to be heard.

So the match continued.

Next, the Irish batter put all his strength into hitting a stray ball at Krum.

Krum, who had dodged countless times in this game, was caught off guard and collided head-on with the ball.

Deafening complaints erupted from the audience.

Krum's nose looked like it had been broken; blood was flowing everywhere.

However, referee Hassan Mustafa did not blow his whistle to stop the game as he had when Linzi was injured.

This is understandable, since a Veela threw a fire at him, setting his broom tail on fire.

In this situation, he clearly had difficulty concentrating.

Someone as kind-hearted as Harry couldn't possibly blame him.

If anyone's to blame, it's that Veela; she's only making things worse.

Harry is kind-hearted and really hopes someone will notice Krum's injury sooner.

Although he supports the Irish team.

But judging from this match, Krum was undoubtedly the most exciting player on the field.

Ron, a fan of Krum, reacted even more strongly:
"pause!
Ah, hurry up!
What are the referees doing? What are the commentators doing?
He can't compete anymore, look at him—"

"Quick, look at Lin Qi!"

Just then, Harry suddenly shouted.

Suddenly, the Irish Seeker swooped down.

Harry didn't know what the others thought, but he was certain that Lynch's move was definitely not a feint by Lansky.

"He saw the Golden Snitch!"

Harry couldn't help but shout, "He saw it! Look at him!"

Of the people in this small box alone, besides Harry, Sherlock and Charlie were both aware of this.

However, the two of them weren't as excited as Harry.

However, after Harry's reminder, everyone in the box realized what was happening.

Meanwhile, about half of the spectators in the stadium realized what was going on.

The Celtics supporters rose to their feet again, creating another wave of green as they cheered and screamed for their finder...

At that very moment, an unexpected person appeared.

Viktor Krum.

He rode his flying broomstick, following closely behind Lin Qi.

He had just been hit hard, his face was covered in blood, his vision was blurred, and he looked particularly ferocious.

Through the lens of a telescope, one could even see blood splattering in the air behind him.

Despite being the one chasing after Lin Qi from behind, and riding a flying broomstick instead of a fire crossbow, he still managed to catch up with him.

Their bodies gradually became parallel, and they plunged towards the ground again, just like before.

"Oh no, they're going to fall to the ground!"

Hermione couldn't help but exclaim, and at the same time hugged Sherlock's arm tightly once again.

“No,” Charlie said calmly.

“To be precise, it’s that Krum can’t fall,” Sherlock said with a smile.

"Yes, Lin Qi knows it!"

Harry delivered the final blow.

The wizards in the small private room all stared at the three of them in surprise.

Are you guys doing fortune telling here?!
However, the truth is exactly as they say.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground for the second time.

He was the one who spotted the golden thief first, but at the last moment he still couldn't control his body.

Without a word, a group of angry Veela swarmed around it.

"Where is the Golden Snitch? Where is the Golden Snitch?"

Even Charlie couldn't help but ask this time.

Harry yelled, "He's got him—Krum's got him!"

Sherlock glanced at Hermione, who had once again clung to his arm, and sighed softly.
"The game is over—a glorious defeat."

(End of this chapter)