I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 237 The joy of summer

Suddenly an arching rainbow appeared across the field, connecting the two large, shining balls.

The crowd erupted in exclamations of "Ah, ah, ah," as if they were watching a firework display.

And then—the rainbow faded, and the big, shining spheres connected and merged to form a huge, shining clover, which rose high into the air and began to hover over the stands.

Something crackled and fell from above like golden raindrops—

"Simply brilliant!" exclaimed Ron, and stooped to pick up his hat.

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

Mmmm - I'm an Ireland supporter again! ! !

"Irish leprechauns!" Owen lay on the chair with his legs crossed, spitting out melon seeds one by one.

Of course, he is still very hygiene conscious.

The melon seeds that fly out of his mouth will spontaneously ignite like a meteor, and will be completely burned before landing.

Not even dust!
Did the kids see it?If you can't spit flames out of your mouth, then don't spit melon seeds casually in public!
Will be beaten to death!
"Irish leprechauns?" Harry raised his binoculars, staring at the group of green creatures.

He didn't know the creature, and hadn't learned about it in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

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

Defense Against the Dark Arts classes will only study some of the dark creatures that attack wizards.

Or it causes serious trouble to the wizard's life.

Irish leprechaun - you can tell from the name that this is a kind of leprechaun originally from Ireland.
They live mainly in Irish forests and other woodlands, and love to attract the attention of Muggles.

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

In terms of image, leprechauns are closer to elves.

They can grow up to 6 inches tall, are green in color, and wear simple clothing made from leaves.

Feeds on plant leaves.Smarter than fairies, and kinder than little devils, elves, and foxes. (ps: These creatures are all learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the little wizard knows how to expel them, but Hagrid is obviously different from the mainstream view. He thinks that those creatures are just lack of discipline, and he doesn't want wizards to hurt them .)

Despite their mischief, leprechauns have never done anything to cause long-term harm to humans.

Leprechauns can speak human languages, but no one from the British Ministry of Magic has ever asked them to classify them as "human".

They are magically crafted to produce a solid gold-like substance.

After a few hours, these gadgets disappeared without a trace.

They often throw such metal objects at wizards, and then look at the surprised expressions of wizards or Muggles, happily pick up the money, and wait for a few hours when the gold disappears. source of happiness.

Don't blame the wizards for being tricked.

Because this gold-like substance is very similar in appearance and feel to ordinary Galleon coins.Almost exactly the same.

Except goblin experts can tell the difference between the two.Ordinary wizards couldn't tell the difference between the two at all.

So wizards are scammed every year.

The Ministry of Magic's attitude towards this kind of thing has always been, consider yourself unlucky!
There are still many people in the wizarding world who don't know this thing.

Look - in the stadium, a large number of wizards were cheering while still fighting for it, or getting under the seats to pick up gold coins.

Simply humiliating.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome to the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce to you, Dimitrov is the first to appear!" Ludo said loudly.

A figure in red on a broomstick flew into the arena through a portal below.

He flew too fast, like a flash of red lightning, and the Bulgarians immediately congratulated wildly.

Every time a Quidditch player enters the field, there will be a burst of cheers from the Bulgarian auditorium.

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

Only then did Owen see the famously talented Chaser.

He was a tall and strong man.Has a big hooked nose.With two thick and black eyebrows, he looks like a hero in a classical statue.

This kind of sweaty muscular man is completely different from a guy like Owen who has gone all the way to the dark.

Not to mention temperament.

Just looks.

Owen, who can sneak into the girls' bathroom with long hair, is indeed a little different from this masculine macho.

"And now, welcome to the Irish National Quidditch Team!" cried Ludo Bagman loudly, "with Connolly, Ryan, Troy, Mallett, Moran, Quigley, and Lynch !"

Ludo's voice fell.

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

Each of them rode a Firebolt, their names embroidered in silver thread on their whirring cloaks.

The peak of the scene.

The sea of ​​green almost flooded the entire stadium.

"By the way, there is also our referee today, the well-respected President of the International Quidditch Federation Hassan Mustafa who flew all the way from Egypt!"

A small, lean wizard in robes of solid gold to match the stadium's color strode across the field.

He is completely bald on the top of his head, but has a big beard.

A silver whistle protruded from under his beard.

He carried a large wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other.

Harry quickly raised the panoramic telescope and watched carefully as Mustafa stepped on his broomstick and kicked the wooden box open - four balls suddenly jumped into the air: a bright red Quaffle and two black swimming balls. The walking ball, and the tiny golden snitch with wings (he only caught a glimpse of it and then flew away without a trace).

Mustafa whistled and followed the balls into the air.

"Ah! They're off!" screamed Ludo Bagman. "It's Mallette! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass to Mallette!"

The game officially begins.

In an instant, everyone's chaotic thoughts were absorbed.

During this feast, finally, everyone let go of the hostility in the morning and devoted themselves to this game.

The noise shook all the eardrums.

People's enthusiasm reached a climax.

This is indeed a world-class competition.

Even someone like Owen who doesn't like Quidditch very much can still feel fun from it.

Not the competition, of course – but the panoramic telescope.

This is a very magical magic prop.

It has more inexplicable pulleys than normal telescopes. There are several buttons on the top of the metal barrel. The first gear slides, and the picture in front of me slows down.

Reverse the gear and the picture will be normal.

The second gear is for grabbing characters—I didn’t guess that it was grabbing characters. As long as you point the camera at a certain player and turn that gear, the telescope will automatically follow him, and you will free your hands at this time.

Fantastic.

Of course, what is even more amazing is the button on the right side of it. After pressing it, many purple words will suddenly appear in the lens.

Aiming at the Irish team that is launching an offensive against the Bulgarian team, the screen automatically appears

'Eagle Head Offensive Formation. ' the words.

Then there's the 'Boskov Tactic' again

It can actually display the tactical actions of the players in real time.

It seems that this little thing contains very exquisite alchemy technology.

Certainly not the middle-aged wizard selling binoculars who invented it.

Just kidding, he can invent such a level of alchemical magic props, why does he still need to push a cart to sell them?

Owen slowly took out a pocket watch from his inner side pocket.

Photo pocket watch.

A magician flew out of the box holding a pocket watch and headed for the stadium.

In a place that is difficult for ordinary people to see, the pocket watch was slowly opened, and the pure gold hands began to rotate as the top button was pressed heavily.

He plans to film the entire game.

Souvenir.

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At some point, Dobby had already returned to the box.

He shook the small package on his body, and then many messy snacks floated out.

Owen cast a wand and stretched his chair long enough for him to lie down on.

Then he cast the weather spell again, and suddenly, a black cloud appeared beside him, a cloud with snowflakes floating in it.

The dark clouds were blowing a warm cool breeze towards him.

"呲!!!"

That was the sound of happy water being opened.

Have a sip of authentic Coca-Cola '94.

Merlin is not as happy as I am!
"what--"

Owen spread his hands and shrank into the chair with his eyes squinted, with a happy smile on his face, "It's so cool!"

“This is what summer feels like!”

"."

On the side, Hermione, who put down her thoughts first, saw Owen's smooth movements just now.

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

This guy—she sighed, and sat back in her chair.

She doesn't care about her personal image like Owen.

She just got closer to the backrest, and then secretly chanted a spell, which made the cold wind blowing from the cloudy cloud on Owen's left side stronger.

Because in this way, she can blow to herself.

"Tsk tsk!"

Owen, who suddenly felt a little cold in his buttocks, did not stop Hermione's magic.

He just silently found a blanket from his pocket, and then covered himself comfortably.

Then he took a big watermelon from Dobby.

The Cutting Curse was split into two halves, one half was placed on the table, the other half was picked up, and a spoon was held in the other hand, the sweet and cold water exploded directly in the mouth.

The feeling of pleasure goes straight to my forehead!
Ah - this is the feeling of summer!
Summer!
You should turn on the air conditioner at [-] degrees, wrap yourself in a quilt, have a sip of ice-cold Coke, and then eat a bite of ice-cold watermelon.

My favorite "Harry Potter" movie is on and I can watch it all afternoon.

Oh - dude is watching live!
"Hey! Harry Potter over there, say something!"

He suddenly called out.

Harry, who was enthusiastically celebrating the Irish team's first goal, subconsciously turned around in a daze and excitement, "What's wrong?"

"Ah——" Owen made a strange sigh.

Life is complete!

Who can be happier than me!
"."

Harry, who was stopped, stared at Owen stupidly.

Some are unclear.

He watched Owen lying comfortably on the chair, taking a bite of a piece of watermelon, with spring waves rippling on his face, and his expression was a bit slutty.

Suddenly, an idea appeared in his head.

then
In Black's box, six more chairs were ruthlessly stretched. (and Dobby)

"what---"

The cold air blew out from the top of everyone's heads, and the little wizards with half a piece of watermelon in their hands comfortably issued the highest evaluation in summer.

"How cool!"

The game continues.

Soon, better teamwork led to frequent goals for the Irish team.

The opening is less than 10 minutes.

Ireland have scored four goals in a row.

In the stands, supporters in green clothes cheered and applauded overwhelmingly.

The competition seems to be showing a one-sided trend.

And some are getting worse.

At this juncture, the Bulgarian team finally changed their style of play.

Batters Volkov and Volkanov participated in the fight more fiercely. Taking advantage of their physical advantages, they quickly implemented the tactics successfully.

Bulgaria scored.

But the Irish team is not passive to see the opponent's more crazy fight.

They gave full play to the excellent performance of the 'Firebolt'. Under the absolute speed blessing, after another 15 minutes of the game, the Irish team scored consecutive goals, and they are now leading by 130:10.

Although such a crazy attack made their physical strength drain quickly, it was all worth it. Such a huge score lead was rarely seen in the entire Quidditch World Cup finals.

Like a swarm of shiny bumblebees, the leprechauns rose into the air in a whirl, and quickly formed the words "HA! HA! HA!" in provocation.

Not to be outdone, the veela on the opposite side jumped up, shook their heads angrily, and started dancing again.

With the lesson learned from the past, Ron immediately closed his eyes.

It was Owen, Hermione, and Harry who made comments to the succubus—veela.

"Huh? That referee—he got hit!"

Hermione was the first to spot Hassan Mustafa's odd behavior in the venue.

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

"Spicy eyes!" Owen commented.

"Not as good as Harry Potter!"

"What are you talking about Owen, I can't dance!" Harry stood up and looked at Owen suspiciously.

"No! You can, and it's quite eye-catching."

In a trance, the scene of Harry Potter dancing a striptease suddenly appeared in front of Owen's eyes.

Leather clothes and pants, shirtless, and full of coquettish makeup, her eyes are so hot to the extreme.

Afterwards, Owen quickly turned his head to the authentic version of Harry and cleared the cache!
On the viewing platform, Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, shouted anxiously, "This is not possible!"

"Who goes up and slaps the referee!"

He yelled at the medical staff on the field.

Then, a field doctor ran out of the rest area quickly. He blocked his ears with his hands, ran to Hassan Mustafa quickly, and kicked his calf a few times. .

The referee, who was in pain, finally reacted.

At this time, he looked embarrassed.

Furious, he yelled at the veela to stop them from dancing.

And it seems that he even wants to drive away the group of veela.

On the side, the Irish leprechauns laughed and kept throwing gold coins outside.

They used gold coins to form an uncivilized gesture in the air, aiming at the group of veela.

But how could the angry Veela bear this tone.

Originally, they were not humans, just magical animals. Their emotions were relatively simple and they did not suppress their emotions.

Now it is under double pressure from human wizards and leprechauns!

In an instant, their taut strings were broken.

The Veevas stretched their teeth and claws and twisted their waists.

A kind of thrilling charm magic rises slowly.

Then a large number of Bulgarians in the stands were controlled by them.

They were already very dissatisfied with the referee's dismissal of Veela. After all, why would you blame others for being an idiot?
Now they are controlled again, their heads are hot, and they are in a trance instantly.

In the stands, a magic spell suddenly flew out.

Emerge ref.

Just as he turned to stop it, Hassan Mustafa, who had committed a foul on the court, sank his feet, and then his whole body suddenly fell into the earth, and the ground under his feet turned into a quagmire.

"Who!!!" Hassan Mustafa shouted!

Then he crawled out of the quagmire in embarrassment.

But what greeted him was the merciless laughter of the Bulgarian audience.

Hassan Mustafa was even more angry.

Holding his wand, he glanced viciously at the audience.

It seemed that he was going to rush to the stands in the next second and fight the guy who dared to attack him!
"Look!"

"The audience is fighting with the referee!"

Owen screamed that there was something summer going on right under his nose.

Ministry officials rushed to the field and pulled Hassan Mustafa away.

Just kidding, if the referees really got into trouble with the audience, their World Cup would be a joke.

"Stains!"

"What a pity!" Owen said with some frustration.

Then, the game continued.

Compared to the riots in the ground floor.

There was no less chaos in the sky.

The hitters on both sides were merciless, just slamming wildly, regardless of whether the bat in their hands hit the ball or the person.

Other burly team members rode broomsticks rampaging in the sky.

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

Amid the chaos, Ireland scored a few more goals.

The price was that their Chaser Lynch was run over by the Bulgarian and crashed into the fence of the stadium.

Then fell from the sky.

It hit the ground with a 'bang'.

"Foul!!!" the Irish yelled in unison, and they all stood up, along with the twins Harry and Ron.

A huge green wave echoed through the stadium.

"Foul!" repeated the words in the magically amplified voice of Sports Director Ludo Bagman, "Dimitrov charged Lynch on purpose - he would definitely get a free throw - yes, The referee blows his whistle!"

One by one the leprechauns rose into the air.

They spat rudely at Dimitrov and his team.

There are also people who hit people with gold coins.

(End of this chapter)