A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 543 They're really bad!

Chapter 543 They're really bad! (Thanks to the generous donation of 10,000 coins from "Slope Voldemort"!)

Quidditch Stadium

The area was completely silent, filled with a deathly stillness.

As the host country, the Ministry of Magic naturally designated a special area for British fans.

The meaning is quite simple:

It's the World Cup now, whether you're an Irish fan, an English fan, or a Scottish fan... you have to stop trolling, impersonating others, and stirring up trouble.

In short: During the Quidditch World Cup, stop fighting amongst yourselves and unite against external threats.

Although that's not what everyone really thought, they still suppressed their tempers for the time being.

After the competition ends, we will launch a counterattack and purge against certain groups that have been jumping around for more than a month.

However, the fans were all a bit confused at this point, stunned by the score on the field.

In just twenty minutes, the England national team, which was known as invincible in training matches and had celebrated its championship victory ahead of time, was completely outmatched by Transylvania.

Zero points, zero assists, zero steals, zero free throws, zero threatening shots... while Transylvania easily scored five goals in a row.

The score is currently 50 to 0... It's like cutting melons and vegetables.

Is this England's 42-game winning streak in training matches? Did you guys fix those training matches?

"Oh no, another goal."

Ludo, who was also the commentator, had lost his initial enthusiasm.

The opponent scored within the first 30 seconds; you'd be stunned too!

He shouted, "According to the latest statistics, this is the fastest goal scored in 60 minutes in Quidditch World Cup history, taking only 32 minutes!!"

Based on the principle that although the odds weren't high, this kind of small bet was a sure thing, Ludo placed a bet of 500 Galleons...

I never imagined that we would be slaughtered like this, with no power to fight back!

Inside the box, Professor Trelawney's hands trembled as she excitedly clutched the prophecy orb. She shrieked:

"I already knew the outcome!"

"You told us at noon that you saw the England national team win with your 'Heavenly Eye,' didn't you, Sibyl?" Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but mock.

Professor Trelawney snorted and glared at McGonagall.

"I deliberately didn't reveal the correct result, otherwise everyone would have bought Transylvania's tickets, and you and William wouldn't have earned Gallon."

"You've bet so much, shouldn't you share some with me?"

Professor Trelawney only received a year's salary in advance, which wasn't much money in total. Unlike McGonagall and William, who had much more to lose.

If she had known this would happen, she would have asked Dumbledore for an advance on her six hundred years' worth of wages.

All the teachers looked at the two of them, including Professor Snape.

He touched his greasy hair, lost in thought.

It sounds like Shit is going to make a lot of money... and it looks like the price of his potions is going to go up too.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, McGonagall cleared her throat and explained softly:

"I didn't intend to bet on the game; I just saw Mr. Stark betting, so I placed a bet too."

Just to prove to him... that gambling can be quit...

Everyone rolled their eyes. Professor McGonagall was living proof that gambling is impossible to quit!

In the top-floor private box,

Fudge gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Officials from the Ministries of Magic from various countries murmured amongst themselves, heads bowed in discussion, punctuated by humming laughter.

"Just watch, letting them win a few goals won't hurt, no rush."

After he finished speaking, Transylvania scored another goal.

The audience burst into laughter; what they love most is the spectacle of the underdog overthrowing the powerful and the arrogant being humiliated.

Everyone was happy except for the England fans and those who bet on them to win.

Fudge felt like he was being slapped across the face. He had also bet a thousand Galleons, and it looked like he was going to lose everything.

At this moment, the excitement belongs to them, and has nothing to do with him!

Suddenly, Delilah appeared in the private room. He quickly walked to Fudge's side and bent down.

"Minister... someone just died over there..."

Fudge waved his hand impatiently and said, "Even if a few of you die, it won't stop me from watching the game, will it?"

"This is the opening match of the Quidditch World Cup!"

Everyone strained their ears, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Delilah leaned close to Fudge's ear, his voice even softer.

"Americans... America..." Minister Fudge's face instantly darkened.

The one who died was actually an American wizard!

Things are different now. The decline of the Great Ying Empire has also had an impact on the magical world.

This is a serious diplomatic incident.

He stood up, maintaining his smile:

"There's been a little mishap, everyone, so I'll be going now. Have fun tonight!"

"What's going on!" Fudge asked immediately as soon as they left the private room.

"Minister, the key keeper of the Ilfamoni Magic School is dead. His body was found in his own tent," Delis said.

Fudge remained silent. Tonight, one unpleasant thing after another had happened.

I meant to show my face, but I ended up showing my butt!

……

Follow the broken wall into the room.

Looking at the corpses on the ground and the damage around them, Fudge frowned and said:

"It was a very intense battle; magical fluctuations should be detectable."

"Minister, we've detected it, and they arrived very quickly."

Kingsley, who had been brought back from the manhunt, sighed.

"But the battle here ended faster than you think. When we got near the tent, there were still Peruvian stealth smoke grenades all around."

There's no way to find the entrance immediately.

Delisi interjected, "The killer was skilled; he killed the victim with a single blow and immediately fled... It was definitely premeditated and organized."

This doesn't seem like something one person could do. I think there were probably five or six wizards involved in the killing.

"So many people?" Fudge frowned.

If there is such a potential force at work, how can the Quidditch World Cup continue?

Fudge immediately suspected foreign forces attempting to disrupt the World Cup.

Are they French?

Given the long-standing feud between Britain and France, it's possible they deliberately killed the American wizard...

"Minister, we also found this on the deceased." Kingsley handed over a small flask.

"This contains a compound decoction."

Fudge fiddled with the wine jug, squinting as he said:

"So, the deceased wasn't the key keeper? Instead, he was impersonated by another wizard?"

If you take the compound decoction and become a different person, and you die before the effects of the medicine wear off, you will retain the appearance you had at the time of death and will not revert to your original appearance.

"This is going to be tricky." Fudge rubbed his hands together.

"Find all the wizards who stayed at the camp tonight but didn't watch the game," he ordered.

"That's difficult, Minister," Kingsley hesitated.

"Many wizards arrived early, but only bought tickets for a particular match. With our manpower, we didn't even have time to check them all before the competition ended."

Fudge sighed.

That's true. He couldn't possibly order all the wizards in the arena to stay on site, as that would cause a disturbance.

He was inwardly furious, lamenting the England national team's poor performance. If the match lasted three days and three nights, how many people would be left to be checked?!

and many more……

"Is the game over?" Fudge suddenly turned and asked.

"It's over. England national team... a crushing defeat!"

"I've been following the game closely," Tonks replied.

"How many points?"

"10 to 390..."

Fudge swayed for a moment, but managed to catch Kingsley in time to prevent him from falling.

He's suddenly at a loss as to what to use to generate buzz.

After a moment, he finally made a decision:

"Immediately arrange for reporters to conduct post-match interviews with the England national team."

"Oh... Minister..."

"Go quickly!"

It's not a big deal for the England national team to lose a few players, but the death of an American wizard on the night of the opening match is a diplomatic crisis.

The situation is serious and may affect the upcoming matches.

Delixis said, "I know several journalists..."

"Is it international enough?" Fudge asked.

"Not international enough."

"Then go look for it!"

After Delizi walked away, Fudge gazed at the dark night sky and remained silent.

10 to 390...

When he was a child, everyone said the England national team had fixed the game when they lost... Now he understands:

They didn't throw the game; they were just really bad!

……

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