Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 255, Section 253: The Beginning of Chaos - A Premeditated Attack

Fudge and the others didn't stay in the VIP box for long before leaving. As the host and Minister of Magic of England, which prides itself on being the birthplace of magic, he was also scheduled to go on stage to preside over the opening ceremony.

Soon the competition officially began – the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final.

Bulgaria and Ireland are vying for the top spot.

The first to appear were not the players from the two teams, but the mascots of the two teams.

As the neat, bright red formation marched across the field, thunderous cheers erupted from the stands, especially from the male wizards, many of whom wanted to rush down onto the field.

Because Bulgaria's mascot is very unique.

It was Veela. A full hundred Veela glided onto the arena, making the entire arena's blood boil.

This subhuman race, with its own alluring aura, has an endless attraction for male humans, as if they have a built-in pheromone sprayer. Even if they do nothing, they can easily attract males with every move they make.

This situation reached its peak when the Veela began to dance.

The male wizards stared intently down below.

For example, Ron's eyes were glued to the view, and his legs moved uncontrollably toward the windowsill. Even Harry wasn't much better off.

In the entire box, only Hermione and Dudley remained completely unresponsive.

It wasn't that this guy was indifferent to women, but rather that in his eyes, Veela was the image of a harpy, or more accurately, a harpy with a bird's beak.

If this can still react, then Dali's XP must be incredibly bizarre.

"Keep a clear head!"

Dudley waved his wand, and the chilling sensation that rose in his brain brought the others back to their senses.

"Where did you learn your Occlumency techniques?"

Upon hearing this, the group immediately turned their heads to the side, and their eyes began to lose focus.

Brain occlusion is also a good way to resist seduction.

It is said that when male wizards see a Veela, their minds go blank and they are enveloped in extreme joy.

With a calm expression, Dali looked down at the Veelas posing seductively, and thought about their characteristics.

If a male witch and a Veela are together, would they no longer be afraid of Dementors?

Or would using Veela as an aid in practicing Patronus Charms make the process even more efficient?

The song ended quickly, and the Veela left the arena. Angry roars erupted from the audience, clearly indicating that the male wizards were unwilling for the Veela to leave.

However, they quickly quieted down because the Irish team's mascot made its appearance—the Irish Goblin.

At the same time, a golden rain began to fall from the sky.

Those are all gold coins!

At this moment, people went wild again.

Beauty and money.

Both teams are playing dirty tricks.

Unfortunately, the beauty was fake, and the money was fake too.

Next, two teams took to the field. When Krum appeared, cheers erupted again, clearly indicating that this player was very popular.

"The Golden Thief is behind you"

"Too slow, I'm underneath you now."

"Left side railing position, left side"

Dudley, sitting in the audience, could keep up with the Golden Snitch flying around, but the others couldn't, including Krum.

If Dudley were to participate in this kind of competitive game, no one else would need to play.

Ireland's fundamentals were very solid, and their teamwork was far superior to Bulgaria's. They scored several goals in quick succession with overwhelming force, and the score was quickly pulled up to several tens to zero. It could be said that Ireland was completely dominating Bulgaria.

If Bulgaria wants to win, they can only do so if Krum catches the Golden Snitch and ends the game.

And it must be done as soon as possible.

A golden thief is only worth 150 points. If the gap between the two teams exceeds 150 points, even if the thief is caught, the team will still lose.

Halfway through the game, the mascots of the two teams started fighting.

The Veela revealed their true forms, causing the wizards who had previously been captivated by them to shake their heads in disbelief.

The score has now reached 10-100.

The two teams are not even in the same league; the difference is too great.

Dali strongly suspected that Bulgaria's advancement to the final was due to their opponents in the semi-finals throwing the game.

Krum finally caught the Golden Snitch with his superb skills, but it was too late; the gap between the two had exceeded 150 points.

The Quidditch World Cup ended amidst much sighing.

夜晚

After watching the competition, the wizards returned to their tents, gathered in small groups with their friends, and talked and drank heartily, having a great time.

However, alcohol can numb the nerves, and even wizards are not immune to this.

There's a saying that alcohol emboldens even bears, and 90% of mass gatherings are caused after people have been drinking.

Drinking too much alcohol can lead to trouble. Alcohol can numb the nerves and amplify the dark side of human nature.

Most importantly, not all of the 100,000 wizards here are of the same quality.

Laughter, wild laughter, and shouts echoed through the sky.

The drunken wizards, some staggering about but determined to move forward, not knowing where they were going, some simply lay on the ground and slept soundly, and some simply hugged a big tree and did some indescribable things.

But some wizards...

Cries and screams echoed through the wizarding grounds.

Four struggling figures floated in the air, their bodies torn and twisted into various bizarre shapes.

Those were the guards of the second camp; a family of four had been captured by drunken wizards.

The wizards were laughing wildly, and the Muggles were screaming.

What could be more exciting or fun than playing with Muggles?

People will always be violent towards the weak.

The youngest Muggle being tortured by the wizards was only five or six years old. He was a child guarding the second camp. At this moment, his body was spinning like a top, his head was limp and tilted to one side, without any reaction. He looked as if he had lost his breath and was unsure whether he was alive or dead.

Even with all this noise, it didn't attract the attention of any wizards, or rather, the wizards inside the tents all heard it, but they all chose to remain silent.

No wizard would get into a fight over a few Muggles and drunks.

Especially considering the sheer number of the opposing side.

More and more wizards are joining the ranks of those torturing Muggles, wearing hoods and masks, seemingly worried about being recognized.

What is the Ministry of Magic doing at this time, when it should be maintaining order?

Minister of Magic Fudge was fast asleep in his tent, seemingly unaware of what was happening outside.

Deputy Minister of Magic, Ms. Umbridge, sipped her coffee and admired the cat on her wall.

Ludo Bagman, the director of the Sports Department, is counting Galleons in his room.

In fact, Fudge was not the only Minister for Magic among the 100,000 wizards.

None of them stepped forward.

Just like the old saying goes

At first they arrested my neighbor, and I didn't stand up. Then they arrested my friend, and I chose to remain silent. When they came to arrest my family, I still didn't stand up to object. And now it's my turn.

The mad wizards set fire to the surrounding tents.

This was a premeditated attack.

(End of this chapter)