A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 566 What? The head coach is warming up!

Needless to say, there are dazzling fireworks, and unpredictable demonic flames.

The sheer thrill of riding a fire-breathing crossbow, with demonic flames beneath your feet, as if you were riding on the crest of a wave... it's worth the ticket price!

Not to mention that the leaders are two adorable little girls!

Snape stared for a while, then snorted coldly, his nose practically crooked with anger.

This is the magic potion he developed! It used to be kept in the restricted area on the fourth floor!!

Once you drink it, you can pass through the devil's flames unharmed.

Finally, thanks to his foresight and strategic planning, he even managed to poison Quirrell to death.

Unable to resist Big Poop's constant potion-stealing, Snape gave him the recipe.

Of course, the cost is that the fire dragon is consumed very quickly, and the consumption rate becomes ×8.

He thought he had made a profit, but he never expected that three years later... Shitda would not only use his potion to attract attention, but also prepare to sell it in large quantities?

Why didn't they even discuss profit sharing with him?

This is absolutely outrageous!

Soon, it wasn't just Professor Snape who looked familiar, but also Professor McGonagall, who was gaping in astonishment... If Professor Flitwick were here, he would also find him familiar.

First, a dozen giant wizard chess pieces battled each other, followed by a flurry of golden keys flying everywhere.

Various alchemical items also made their appearance.

Of course, something as vulgar as a dung ball would definitely not appear.

Although the twins suggested throwing the dung balls into the audience.

But bro, we're here to fight GG, not to carry out a terrorist attack!

Once the store grows big, we can then bully our customers and treat them like Voldemort!

But for now... Merlin is still the customer.

Even five minutes into the match, the audience was still reeling from the shock of what had just happened.

Especially those stimulating demonic flames.

Many wizards picked up the flyers and started looking for the corresponding products.

Sure enough, the potions section had potions that could resist the Flame Curse.

Each sheet of paper represents an order.

All items are 20% off tonight. Just write down the item and address here, and the writing will disappear automatically. The item will be delivered to your tent within three days.

There were over 100,000 audience members present. William didn't expect everyone to buy anything, but even just one percent... the money from the top-ranked contestants would be enough to recoup all the costs and successfully build his reputation.

"Troy scores!" Bagman, the commentator, suddenly shouted in his loud voice.

Just five minutes into the game, Ireland's Seeker Troy easily scored the first goal despite being double-teamed by two defenders.

The entire stadium erupted in cheers and applause, shaking the stadium itself.

"10-0, Ireland takes the lead! Brilliant!" Ludo pumped his fist in excitement.

He was betting that Troy would score the first goal.

"Unbelievable, the Irish national team is in amazing form!" he exclaimed.

"The Bulgarian chasers were simply no match for him!"

And the batsmen, they were really committing a crime just now. If they were British players, they would definitely be locked up in Azkaban!

Ireland's form is more than just good; their teamwork is absolutely top-notch. Their movements are incredibly coordinated, as if they can read each other's minds.

But Bulgaria is different; they have defensive weaknesses everywhere, especially in their backfield... They're even worse than Peru, who finished in the semifinals.

Within ten minutes, Ireland's Troy scored twice, making the score 20-0.

The supporters, dressed in green, erupted in a deafening roar of cheers and applause.

The Bulgarian minister finally stopped gesticulating wildly; even the notoriously lewd king wasn't in the mood for such flamboyance at a time like this.

Fudge's face was beaming like a chrysanthemum.

"Oh, classic three against five. Troy slid to his knees on the broom," Ludo laughed. "He's tearing his own clothes."

Embarrassingly, the clothes were of such good quality that Troy couldn't tear them no matter how hard he tried.

Troy's taunting behavior naturally drew a whistle warning from the referee.

The referee for the final match was Hassan Mustafa, president of the International Quidditch Federation.

Hailing from Egypt, he wasn't wearing a strange, oversized cloak, but rather a pure gold robe that matched the colors of the stadium.

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

Hassan's warning drew the ire of the Irish fans, who booed him loudly.

Bulgarian fans trembled in the crowd.

No one dared to speak at this point. After all, they had been badly beaten up by English fans last time.

Ireland quickly scored another goal, making the score 30-0.

The competition became more intense and brutal.

Bulgarian batter Volkov used all his strength to hit the runner towards the Irish chaser.

Vokanov approached Troy and delivered a powerful elbow strike.

The Quaffle fell from Troy's hands and was caught by Bulgarian Chaser Ivanov.

He finally broke through Ireland's formation, evaded goalkeeper Ryan, and scored the first goal for Bulgaria.

Lucius Malfoy clenched his fist and growled in a low voice.

"pretty!"

Everyone looked at Malfoy, especially Minister Fudge.

You, a British wizard, support Bulgaria?

You've seen a live scavenger? I want to challenge you to a real-life duel!

Draco tugged at his father, and Malfoy, feeling the stares around him, coughed and hurriedly explained:

"This is a telescope I bought from Akali's Mystery Shop... 0.5x slow motion mode, the effect is amazing, I'm still watching the previous ball..."

He wiped the sweat from his brow and finally managed to smooth things over.

Then, Malfoy quickly looked back at the field. He was betting on Bulgaria; they had to prove themselves!

The Bulgarian batsman committed a foul with his elbow, drawing boos from the crowd. However, referee Hassan Mustafa did not blow the whistle.

Veela had just been flirting with him, which distracted him for a moment, causing him to bump his head on the hoop. Now his nose is broken and bleeding profusely.

"A real-life interpretation of Quidditch... Bulgaria's fighting style, so having a ball is normal," Ludo sneered loudly.

"Dmitrov! Levsky! Dimitrov! Ivanova—oh my God!" Bagman shouted in a loud voice.

All the wizards held their breath, watching the two Seekers—Krum and Lynch—fall rapidly between the Chaser.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione cried out in alarm.

"It was a feint by Lansky—that idiot Lynch!" Qiu stood up and shouted.

Qiu was right. At the last second, Viktor Krum stopped its dive, began to rise again, and flew away in circles.

Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground with a loud thud that could be heard throughout the entire stadium.

A sigh of lamentation came from the Irish audience's seats.

"The game is suspended," Mr. Bagman roared. "The well-trained field doctor is on the field to check Aidan Lynch's injury."

However, the situation on the field became increasingly chaotic.

Troy, having been elbowed by Iron Elbow, charged toward Vokanov of Bulgaria.

Troy was a full two meters tall, a head taller than Vokanov.

But Vokanov also had a bad temper.

He remained unfazed by Troy, raising his fist to pound his chest and roaring, demonstrating his toughness.

Come on, fuck me!

I'll beat you to death!

As Vokanov roared, he fought and retreated!

Finally, Lin Qi stood up. He was seriously injured, but he still chose to continue fighting.

Amidst the resounding cheers of his supporters dressed in green, he mounted his fire crossbow, pushed off with his foot, and soared into the air.

His perseverance despite his injury gave the Irish team new confidence and encouragement.

When Mustafa blew his whistle again, the chasers quickly organized an even more intense offensive.

Under Ireland's relentless attack, Bulgaria was completely unable to put up a fight.

The match had only been going on for half an hour when Ireland scored ten more goals in quick succession.

The score difference has reached three digits.

They are now leading 130-10.

This wasn't a final; it was a massacre with no resistance whatsoever.

The Bulgarian team looked lifeless. Even the England fans, who had previously supported their own team, couldn't help but cheer for them.

"Bulgaria, hold on!"

Bulgaria, hold on!

Bulgaria, hold on!

Malfoy couldn't help but say:

"Bulgaria, hold on!"

At that moment, the Bulgarian coach suddenly stood up. He looked serious, took off his long robe and coat, and tossed it behind him.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

He did a round trip, then raised a finger towards the sky.

Ludo Bagman became excited and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"What? The head coach is warming up!"

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