I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 237 Summer Joy

Suddenly, an arched rainbow appeared across the entire arena, connecting the two gleaming spheres.

Exclamations of "Wow!" erupted from the crowd, as if they were watching a fireworks display.

Then—the rainbow disappeared, and the shimmering spheres connected and merged, forming a giant, dazzling clover that rose high into the air and began to hover above the stands.

Something started falling from above with a crackling sound, like golden raindrops—

"That's fantastic!" Ron exclaimed, then bent down to pick up his hat.

He patted the clover on his head, blew off the dust, and put it back on.

Yes, yes—I'm a supporter of the Irish team again!!!

"Irish leprechaun!" Owen lay on the chair, legs crossed, spitting out sunflower seed shells one after another.

Of course, he is still very hygienic.

The sunflower seed shells that fly out of his mouth will spontaneously combust like shooting stars, burning up completely before they even hit the ground.

There won't even be any dust!

Kids, did you see that? If you can't breathe fire, please don't spit sunflower seed shells in public!

You'll get beaten to death!

"Irish goblins?" Harry stared at the group of green creatures and raised his binoculars.

He didn't recognize the creature; he hadn't learned about it in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Of course, this may be because this creature does not actively attack humans.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class only teaches about dark creatures that attack wizards.

Or it could cause serious disruption to a wizard's life.

Irish lemurs – as the name suggests, they originate from Ireland.

They mainly live in the forests and other woodlands of Ireland and like to attract the attention of Muggles.

Although leprechauns may sound similar to fairies, they are actually fundamentally different from the fairies in Gringotts.

In terms of appearance, the leprechaun is closer to an elf.

They can grow up to 6 inches tall, are entirely green, and wear simple clothes made of leaves.

They feed on plant leaves. They are smarter than fairies and kinder than imps, elves, and vixens. (P.S.: These creatures were all learned about in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and young wizards know how to banish them. However, Hagrid clearly disagrees with the mainstream view; he believes those creatures are simply unruly and doesn't want wizards to harm them.)

Although the goblins enjoy playing pranks, they have never done anything that has caused long-term harm to humans.

Goblins can speak human languages, but no one in the British Ministry of Magic has ever requested that they be classified as "humans".

They use magic to create a real, gold-like substance.

A few hours later, these things disappeared without a trace.

They often throw such metallic objects at wizards, then happily pick up the money while watching the wizards' or Muggles' astonished expressions. Their source of joy is the bewildered, confused, and sad expressions on the faces of the wizards or Muggles when the gold disappears a few hours later.

It's no wonder the wizards fell for it.

Because this gold-like substance is very similar in appearance and feel to ordinary Gallo coins. They are almost identical.

Aside from fairy experts who can distinguish between the two, ordinary wizards simply cannot tell the difference.

Therefore, every year some wizards are scammed.

The Ministry of Magic's consistent attitude towards these kinds of things is: just accept your bad luck!

There are still many people in the magical world who don't know about this.

Look—in the stadium, a large number of wizards are cheering and scrambling around, or crawling under their seats to pick up gold coins.

That's utterly shameful.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome to the Bulgarian national Quidditch team! Let me introduce you, first up is Dimitrov!" Ludo announced loudly.

A figure in red riding a flying broomstick flew into the arena from one of the entrances below.

He flew so fast, like a red lightning bolt, that the Bulgarians immediately erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Every time a Quidditch player enters the field, a cheer erupts from the Bulgarian stands.

But when Ludo announced Viktor Krum, the cheers were deafening.

It was then that Irving spotted the famous, talented ball chaser.

He was a tall, muscular man with a large, hooked nose and thick, dark eyebrows, making him look like a hero from a classical sculpture.

These muscular, sweat-drenched men are completely different from guys like Kyrie Irving who take a dark path all the way.

It's not about temperament.

Just based on appearance.

Kyrie Irving, who can sneak into the girls' restroom with his long hair, is indeed a little different from this kind of masculine macho man.

"Now, please welcome the Irish national Quidditch team!" Ludo Bagman shouted loudly. "Entering the field are Connolly, Ryan, Troy, Mallett, Moran, Quigley, and Lynch!"

Ludo finished speaking.

The next moment, seven blurry figures flew towards the arena.

Each of them rode a 'fire crossbow,' and their names were embroidered in silver thread on their whistling cloaks.

The sound waves reached their peak at the scene.

A sea of ​​green almost submerged the entire stadium.

"Oh, and also our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the highly respected president of the International Quidditch Federation, who flew all the way from Egypt!"

A short, thin wizard, dressed in a pure gold robe that matched the stadium's colors, strode towards the field.

He was completely bald on top, but had a large beard.

A silver whistle emerged from under his beard.

He had a large wooden box tucked under one arm and his flying broom tucked under the other.

Harry quickly raised his panoramic binoculars and watched closely as Mustafa straddled his flying broomstick and kicked the wooden crate open—four balls shot into the air: a bright red Quake, two black Floaters, and a tiny, winged golden Snitch (he only caught a glimpse of it before it vanished without a trace).

Mustafa blew his whistle and flew into the air along with the balls.

"Ah! They've set off!" Ludo Bagman screamed. "It's Mallet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! And then Mallet again!"

The competition has officially begun.

In an instant, it absorbed all the chaotic thoughts of everyone.

In this grand event, everyone finally put aside their hostility from the morning and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the game.

The noise was deafening.

The enthusiasm of the people reached its peak.

This was indeed a world-class competition.

Even someone like Owen, who doesn't particularly like Quidditch, can find enjoyment in it.

It wasn't the competition, of course—it was the panoramic telescope.

This is a very magical item.

It has some strange pulleys that are different from normal telescopes. On the top of the metal barrel-shaped device, there are several buttons in sequence. When the first gear slides, the scene in front of you slows down.

Reverse the gears and the screen will return to normal.

The second gear is for grabbing people – as expected, it grabs people. As long as you point the camera at a contestant and turn that gear, the telescope will automatically follow him, freeing up your hands.

Fantastic.

What's even more amazing is a button on its right side; when you press it, a lot of purple text suddenly appears in the camera lens.

The screen automatically displayed the Irish team, who were launching an attack on the Bulgarian team.

The words "Eagle Head Offensive Formation" were displayed.

Then came the "Boskov tactics".

It can even display the players' tactical actions in real time.

It seems that this little gadget contains very sophisticated alchemy techniques.

It certainly wasn't invented by that middle-aged wizard who sold telescopes.

Are you kidding me? If he can invent alchemical magic items of this caliber, why would he need to push a cart and sell them himself?

Owen slowly took a pocket watch out of his inner pocket.

A pocket watch used for taking photos.

A spell lifted the pocket watch and flew out of the box, heading towards the stadium.

In a place unseen by ordinary people, the pocket watch slowly opened, and the pure gold hands began to turn as the button on top was pressed down hard.

He plans to film the entire match.

Keep it as a souvenir.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Before anyone knew it, Dobby had already returned to the private room.

He shook the small package on his body, and a bunch of random snacks floated out.

Irving cast a spell, extending his chair to a length long enough for him to lie down.

He then cast a weather spell, and suddenly a dark cloud appeared beside him, a dark cloud with snowflakes drifting down.

The dark clouds were blowing a gentle breeze towards him.

"Sizzle!!!"

That was the sound of a bottle of soda being turned on.

Have a sip of authentic 94 Coca-Cola.

Merlin is not as happy as I am!

"ah--"

Irving spread his hands, shrunk into his chair, squinted, and beamed with a blissful smile. "That was awesome!"

"This is what summer feels like!"

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Hermione, who had put her thoughts aside, had witnessed Owen's entire series of fluid and graceful movements.

His lips twitched slightly involuntarily.

"This guy—" she sighed, then sat back down in her chair.

She doesn't disregard her personal image like Irving does.

She simply leaned closer to the backrest and secretly chanted a spell, making the cold wind blowing from the dark clouds to Owen's left even stronger.

That way, she can blow the wind on herself.

"Tsk tsk!"

Owen, who suddenly felt a chill on his backside, did not stop Hermione's magic.

He simply rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a blanket, then comfortably covered himself with it.

Then he took a big watermelon from Dobby's hands.

The cutting spell split the contents in two, placing one half on the table and picking up the other. With one hand holding a spoon, the sweet, cool moisture exploded in the mouth.

A feeling of exhilaration rushed straight to my head!

Ah—this is what summer feels like!

Summer!

You should set the air conditioner to 16 degrees Celsius, wrap yourself in a blanket, have a sip of ice-cold cola, and then eat a bite of ice-cold watermelon.

I watched my favorite Harry Potter movie for an entire afternoon.

Oh—dude, he's watching a live stream!

"Hey! Harry Potter over there, give me your lines!"

He suddenly shouted.

Harry, who was enthusiastically celebrating Ireland's first goal, subconsciously turned around, looking both bewildered and excited, "What's wrong?"

"Ah—" Owen let out a strange exclamation.

My life is complete!

Who could be happier than me!

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Harry, who had been called to a stop, stared blankly at Owen.

I don't quite understand.

He watched as Irving lay comfortably in the chair, munching on slices of watermelon, his face radiant with a wanton smile.

In a daze, an idea popped into his head.

then

In Blake's box, six more chairs were mercilessly stretched out. (And Dobby too.)

"ah---"

Cool air blew out from above everyone's heads, and the little wizards, each holding half a watermelon, comfortably gave the highest praise for summer.

"That felt so good!"

The game continues.

Soon, better teamwork led to Ireland scoring frequently.

Less than twenty minutes into the show.

Ireland have scored four goals in a row.

In the stands, supporters dressed in green cheered and applauded in a thunderous roar.

The match appears to be one-sided.

Moreover, some of these situations are escalating.

At this critical juncture, the Bulgarian team finally changed their tactics.

Batters Volkov and Vokanov became even more aggressive in their batting, utilizing their physical advantages, and they quickly executed their tactics quite successfully.

Bulgaria has scored.

But the Irish team did not passively watch as their opponents became even more aggressive in their pursuit.

They fully utilized the excellent performance of the "Fire Arrows," and with the added speed, Ireland scored consecutive goals after fifteen minutes of play, now leading 130-10.

Although their relentless attack quickly drained their energy, it was all worth it; such a huge lead is rare in the entire Quidditch World Cup final.

The little goblins, like a swarm of shimmering bumblebees, spun into the air and quickly formed the words "Ha! Ha! Ha!" in a provocative display.

Not to be outdone, the Veela on the opposite side of the arena jumped up, angrily shaking their heads, and started dancing again.

Having learned from past mistakes, Ron immediately closed his eyes.

Owen, Hermione, and Harry, on the other hand, were making a lot of comments about the succubus—the Veela.

"Huh? That referee—he got caught!"

Hermione was the first to notice Hassan Mustafa's strange behavior in the area.

He suddenly descended from the sky, walked up to the dancing Veela, stretched his limbs, showed off his muscles, and excitedly stroked his large beard.

"It's an eyesore!" Irving commented.

"Not as good as Harry Potter's dance!"

"What are you talking about, Owen? I can't dance!" Harry sat up and looked at Owen in confusion.

"No! You will, and it will be quite an eyesore."

In a daze, Owen suddenly saw Harry Potter dancing a striptease in front of his eyes.

Leather jacket and pants, bare-chested, with overly flamboyant makeup—it was absolutely an eyesore.

Then, Owen quickly turned his head to the real Harry and cleared his cache!

From the viewing platform, Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Physical Education and Sports at the Ministry of Magic, shouted anxiously, "This won't do!"

"Who wants to go up and slap the referee!"

He shouted loudly at the medical staff on the field.

Then, a field doctor rushed out of the rest area, covered his ears with his hands, and ran quickly to Hassan Mustafa's side, kicking him hard in the shin several times.

The referee, in pain, finally realized what was happening.

At this moment, he looked extremely embarrassed.

Enraged, he yelled at the Veela, telling them to stop dancing.

And it seems he even intends to drive away the Veela.

Nearby, the Irish goblins laughed heartily, constantly tossing gold coins outwards.

They used gold coins to form a rather uncivilized gesture in the air, towards the group of Veela.

Veela, in her anger, was not about to swallow this insult.

They are not human beings, but magical creatures with simpler emotions and do not suppress their feelings.

Now they are being suppressed by both human wizards and goblins!

In an instant, their taut strings snapped.

The Veela wriggled and twisted their waists, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws.

A breathtakingly alluring magic slowly rose up.

Then they took control of a large number of Bulgarians in the stands.

They were already very unhappy with the referee kicking out Veela. After all, why should you blame Veela when you're a pervert?

Now that they are under control again, in a moment of impulsiveness, they become completely disoriented.

Suddenly, a curse flew out from the stands.

Referees emerge.

Just as he was turning to stop him, Hassan Mustafa, who had committed a foul on the field, suddenly felt his feet sink and fell to the ground, where the ground beneath his feet turned into a mud pit.

"Who!!!" Hassan Mustafa shouted!

Then he scrambled out of the mud in a sorry state.

But he was met with merciless laughter from the Bulgarian audience.

Hassan Mustafa became even angrier.

He gripped his wand, his eyes sweeping menacingly over the audience.

He looked like he was about to rush into the stands and fight the guy who dared to attack him!

"Look!"

"The audience and the referee got into a fight!"

Irving screamed; a summer spectacle was unfolding right before his eyes.

Officials from the ministry rushed to the field and pulled Hassan Mustafa away.

Just kidding, if the referees and spectators really got into a fight, this World Cup would become a joke.

"Tsk tsk!"

"What a pity!" Irving said, somewhat dejected.

The match then continued.

Compared to the riots below the field.

The chaos in the sky was equally impressive.

Both batters showed no mercy, swinging wildly and recklessly, not caring whether their bats were hitting the ball or a person.

The other burly team members rode flying broomsticks, rampaging through the sky.

They tried to use their physical advantage to knock all the opposing players off the field.

Amid the chaos, Ireland scored a few more goals.

The price they paid was that their chaser, Lynch, was pushed and shoved by the Bulgarians, crashing into the stadium railing.

Then it fell from a great height.

It crashed to the ground with a bang.

"Foul!!!" the Irishmen shouted in unison, and they all stood up, along with Harry and Ron.

A huge green wave echoed through the stadium.

"Foul!" The voice of Ludo Bagman, the Director of Sports, amplified by magic, repeated the two words. "Dimitrov deliberately collided with Lynch—he'll definitely get a penalty—yes, the referee blew the whistle!"

One by one, the little goblins rose into the air.

They rudely spat at Dimitrov and his teammates.

Some people even threw gold coins at others.

(End of this chapter)