Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 288 I Don't Have Time to Play Games

The bald man quickly raised his head—Cohen admired the guy's ability to control his expression. Even with a group of Ministry of Magic officials sitting behind him and Cohen's father sitting next to him, he could kiss Cohen's robe and, after being caught, immediately pretend nothing had happened and continue looking at the inner circle of the arena…

He even glanced at Edward with a look that said, "Dude, I'm watching the game, what are you babbling about?"

“You bastard—” Edward gritted his teeth and cursed at the bald wizard, stepping past Cohen, and pulled his wand from his robe pocket.

"Is everyone ready?" Ludo Bagman was so excited about the upcoming match that he didn't notice the small commotion in the front row, near the side. Then, he eagerly asked Fudge, "Minister—can we begin?"

The Weasley brothers also wanted to ask Bagman to return their investment, but since Bagman had already started "getting down to business," they couldn't interfere and could only wait anxiously for an opportunity to speak.

“Let’s start, Ludo,” Fudge said absentmindedly, rubbing his hand that had touched Cohen earlier, as if afraid that something was missing or added to it.

Mr. Bagman drew his wand and cast a "loud voice" spell on himself, his thunderous voice drowning out Edward's criticism of the bald man next to Cohen.

One believes what they see, the other refuses to admit it...

"Cohen, let's switch places." Seeing that this pervert seemed incorrigible and shameless enough to stare at him without flinching, Edward immediately chose another way to stop his son from being harassed.

It was obvious that after Edward and Cohen switched seats, the bald man became restless—

“Keep watching, 'keep watching,' okay? Keep watching.” Edward, sitting in Cohen’s seat, growled menacingly at the bald wizard to his left. “After the match, see if I tie you up and beat you up—”

As he spoke, Edward lifted up the robe he was wearing and draped the hem over the seat next to the bald man.

Seeing the bald man frown and shift his body away from him, Edward snorted with immense satisfaction.

"what happens?"

Now sitting to Cohen's right is Ron, who noticed the conflict between Edward and the strange wizard and asked with a puzzled look.

“Someone is harassing me,” Cohen said reluctantly. “Edward is fighting the harassment—”

“Terrible—” Ron got goosebumps all over, shook his head, and brought the panoramic binoculars back to his eyes.

“This telescope is really useful…” After pondering for a while, Ron began to experiment with his new toy. “I can make that old man across the street pick his nose again… again… again…”

"Now I feel like you're even more of a pervert than that bald guy."

Cohen's left cheek twitched a few times.
"No, his perversion is more athletic, yours is more business-oriented..."

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!" Bagman's voice was almost like thunder, especially to the others in the box.

However, after ending his entanglement with the perverted bald man, Edward had already prepared by putting two earplugs into Cohen's ears.

Cheers and applause erupted from the stands below, and thousands of flags billowed like waves, creating a lively and exciting scene.

The advertising slogans that were originally written on the board floating above the field were quickly erased, and the score of Bulgaria and Ireland was now displayed.

"Alright, enough chit-chat, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

A cheer erupted from the right side of the stands.

“I wonder what they brought.” Mr. Weasley rubbed his eyes. “Ah! Veela—”

Just as Harry, sitting on Ron's other side, was about to ask what Veela were, the Veela had already flooded into the arena.

There were over a hundred very beautiful women, possibly possessing some kind of magic specifically designed to seduce male wizards, because almost all the men around Cohen were showing varying degrees of "bewitching."

Harry had already stumbled to the low wall of the box, while Ron looked like he was about to dive off the stands. The scene resembled patients having an episode in a mental hospital—if it weren't for the protective spell outside the box, they would have been strapped to their seats long ago.

The adult males were slightly more normal; Fudge and the others in the back row shifted their butts slightly, while Lucius got a hard pinch on his hip from his wife Narcissa.

Edward kept his eyes fixed on the Veela, but didn't do anything drastic.

They all covered their ears when the Veela began to sing, and were not bewitched by the song.

Cohen is unaffected

Veela's dances and songs cannot seduce Dementors; it is their souls and joy that can be used to seduce them.

The other completely unaffected man was the bald wizard who used the silver key to impersonate a polysaccharide.

"Hmph." The bald man didn't cover his ears at all, but just snorted disdainfully at the Vevas, which made the Bulgarian minister in the back seat seem a little unhappy.

Cohen didn't really want to think about why...

After the music stopped, Hermione, somewhat embarrassed, pulled Harry and Ron back.

"Oh dear, how could you do this!" Hermione exclaimed loudly.

“Now,” Bagman said, his posture unsteady but his voice still booming, “raise your wands in the air… welcome the Irish national team’s mascot!”

A green and gold sphere flew into the stadium like a shooting star. After spinning twice inside the field, it exploded with a bang. The small, firework-like objects flew and reconstructed in the air, finally forming a huge, shimmering clover.

"Irish leprechaun!" someone cheered.

Then, something golden started raining down on them—gold coins like rain, which continued to fall on their heads as clover circled the stands.

If these were real gold coins, this place would have been crushed to death long ago.

Cohen picked up a small goblin coin. They looked like some kind of magical object transformed from dust or something else. They would only change from a semi-illusory form to a more material form after they fell to the ground with a clinking sound. So even the audience at the bottom wouldn't die from "objects thrown from a height".

First, they used seduction, then bribery—it was despicable, and neither of them were genuine.

The Veela's allure was a mirage, as were the Goblin's gold coins.

But without a doubt, even if it's just a mirage, it's enough to drive most of the spectators in the stadium crazy.

Those spectators who had just been shouting that they didn't want the Veela to leave were now busy grabbing for coins under their seats. Once the giant clover disappeared, the Irish goblins slowly descended to the opposite side of the Veela in the arena, sat cross-legged, and prepared to watch the match.

Bagman introduced the Bulgarian and Irish team members to the audience in a loud voice, and each time he introduced a name, that player would show off his flying skills by tumbling in his team.

Then, Bagman introduced the referee of the match again, a lean man with a bushy and exaggerated beard.

When the referee blew the whistle, the Quaffle was launched into the air, and the game officially began.

Cohen doesn't play Quidditch much, so aside from the fans around him who were excitedly roaring for no apparent reason, all Cohen could see was this group of people riding brooms and restraining themselves from "attacking" each other by the rules, since knocking an opponent's player off would only result in a penalty kick.

Aside from the football match, the bizarre interactions between the Irish lemurs and the Veela are also quite interesting.

Every time Ireland scores a goal, these little monsters fly into the air, forming a giant green hand, and then give the middle finger to the Veela.

The Veelas could not bear such an insult and angrily transformed back into their bird-beaked, human forms, hurling flames from their claws at the goblins in the air.

The Quidditch players on the field now not only have to watch out for their opponents, but also for the fireballs that might hit them from time to time.

"The situation is starting to get less civilized..." Bagman's voice said. "The referee is coming off the field to stop it—Ireland has two penalty kicks!"

“Do you understand now, children?” Mr. Weasley lectured his children as the Veela transformed into her hideous form. “So you must never just pursue outward appearances—”

"Should I also give you a lecture?" Edward asked, somewhat uncertainly, as he leaned closer to Cohen's head, seeing Arthur begin his opportunistic attempt at parenting.

"You're asking me?" Cohen sighed. "You're the one who was seduced by the Veela..."

At that moment, the Irish batter slammed a stray ball into the Bulgarian Seeker, Krum, who was unable to dodge and had his nose broken in the process.

The little goblins started showing off again, striking all sorts of poses in the air, until they were interrupted by the referee when they tried to make some kind of ungraceful mocking gesture.

But less than two minutes later, before Krum even had a chance to leave the field to treat his broken nose, the situation on the field began to turn in the direction of impending doom—Ireland's Seeker Lynch found the Golden Snitch.

Krum immediately followed, even though his nose was already bleeding profusely, with blood splattering in the air behind him—with a series of actions that Krum didn't know the name of but looked very thrilling, Krum caused Lin Qi to swoop down and fall to the ground, while he himself quickly adjusted his direction, rushed vertically upwards, and grabbed the Golden Snitch.

The score was set at Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170.

"Ireland has won!" Bagman exclaimed. "But—Krum caught the Golden Snitch—good heavens, I don't think anyone expected this result..."

"If you ask me, we fought very bravely," the Bulgarian Minister of Magic said in a somber voice.

“You can speak English!” Fudge glared at the other person angrily. “But you’ve made me stand here gesturing all day!”

“That would be a lot of fun,” the Bulgarian minister said, shrugging.

“I prefer this minister a little more.” Cohen turned to Edward and pointed out the Bulgarian minister.

Fudge probably heard him, so he cleared his throat somewhat uneasily.

The bald man heard it too, so now he's starting to get restless—the Lord said He prefers the Bulgarian minister, does that mean He should start making a move now?
"Hush, hush, hush—" Edward hissed at Cohen a few times, "Give him some face, this is an international occasion—"

"Ahem—" Fudge coughed loudly a few times, "Alright, alright, we need to say something to wrap things up—the game is over... Loud and clear!"

He pointed his wand at his throat and chanted a loud spell.

"Let's give a warm round of applause to welcome the Irish team to the stage to receive their awards—and to the Bulgarian team, who have fought with honor!" Fudge finished reading Bagman's last few words, perhaps out of a sense of revenge, he emphasized the word "failed."

Two panting wizards carried the Quidditch cup into the box, where the prize was to be awarded by Fudge, the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, who was in charge of the competition.

The first group to go upstairs and enter the private room were the Irish team members. Lin Qi was being supported by his teammates—because he seemed to be dizzy from the fall.

"Congratulations--"

Just as Fudge was smiling and preparing to hand the trophy to the captain of the Irish team in a ceremonial manner, the bald wizard who had been silent in the front row stood up.

Before anyone could voice their questions, he turned around fiercely the next second, his hand already gripping the magic wand tightly:
"Avada Kedavra!"

A terrifying green light flashed straight toward the bewildered Fudge, and several piercing screams rang out from inside the private room.

Crouch, standing next to Fudge, reacted quickly. He sensed something was wrong the moment the bald man stood up. Just as the curse was about to hit Fudge's forehead, Crouch tackled Fudge to the ground. The Death Curse struck the Quidditch trophy, which shattered into pieces with a loud bang.

Cohen was somewhat disappointed that he hadn't even hit the ear; this Silver Key assassin's skills weren't up to par—his standing up was too obvious, he could have easily attacked through the gap in the back seat…

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Panic began to spread from here because of the sudden attack. Since they were in the open-air box on the top floor, the audience on the left, right, below and opposite could easily see the change that had occurred and the death curse that had been shouted.

"Faint!" Mr. Weasley, who had just come to his senses, and Crouch, who had just gotten up, simultaneously threw a spell at the attacker.

At the same time, Edward flicked his wand and emitted a red beam of light—the bald man seemed to be turning towards Cohen, so Edward tried to stop him without thinking.

As a result, the bald man with the silver key was hit by several stun spells at once, and his whole body flew out into the court, like a rag doll thrown into the air in an arc.

But the consequences of this incident didn't stop there. Seemingly "realizing" something, someone in the audience below them pointed their wand at the sky amidst the chaotic fleeing crowd:

"The bones reappear!"

A bright green spell shot into the pitch-black night sky, where the moonlight had been obscured by dark clouds.

Cohen caught a glimpse of Lucius's suddenly suppressed frown, which was clearly unexpected—at least in terms of timing.

A giant skull made of shimmering green light slowly appeared in the sky, and a python emerged from its mouth, rising higher and higher, resembling a new constellation in the dark sky.

Fudge, who had just gotten up, wiped his sweat and saw the pattern in the sky, gasping in shock.

(End of this chapter)