Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 316 Quidditch World Cup
It must be said that real professional Quidditch is truly exciting. Even Silen, someone who doesn't particularly like the sport, was getting incredibly excited watching it from his box. He would even cheer and shout along with the others every now and then when the Irish team scored.

The reason we only cheered when Ireland scored wasn't because of Professor McGonagall, but because Ireland had been the only team scoring from the start of the game.

The Bulgarian team's chasers seemed to be allergic to Quaffles, dropping them in various ways whenever they touched them for even a short while.

"It's Moran again—Moran has scored!" Ludo Bagman roared.

Moran is Ireland's chaser, and she has already scored three goals since the start of the season, making her the most watched chaser.

The two Bulgarian batters were itching to hit her on the head with their bats... and that's exactly what they did.

Fortunately, the Irish team anticipated their intentions, and two teammates flew to Moran's side from the left and right, easily defusing the crisis.

“Filthy, despicable, vile…” Professor McGonagall shouted angrily at the two Bulgarian batters.

Lupin stared in disbelief at the sight before him, hardly able to believe that the person before him was the serious and earnest Hogwarts Vice-Headmaster.

In particular, her demeanor and gestures when she swore were almost identical to Lee Jordan's when he swore at the Slytherin team. And usually, Professor McGonagall would immediately stop his rude behavior at that moment.

But now...

“Don’t be surprised, fans are all like this.” Celen was used to it and said with a smile, “At Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall was a teacher and vice-principal, and she had to take the initiative to maintain the school’s reputation, but here she is just an ordinary spectator.”

“Ah, of course I know.” Lu Ping clicked his tongue and said, “It’s just… a little hard to get used to it right now.”

In fact, not only Lupin was not used to it, but Siren was too. At this time, Professor McGonagall was indeed quite different from the image in his memory.

The game continues.

Just after Moran scored his third goal, the Bulgarian team launched their own counterattack.

Viktor Krum suddenly swooped down, accelerating rapidly.

Lin Qi, unaware of what was going on, thought he had seen the golden thief and quickly followed.

Even when he was no more than ten centimeters from the ground, he still couldn't find the golden thief. It was only then that Lin Qi realized he had been tricked.

Krum didn't see the Golden Snitch at all; it was just a feint.

With a thud, Lin Qi crashed heavily to the ground, the sound so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire stadium.

The game was paused as a well-trained stadium doctor rushed into the stadium to check on Aidan Lynch's injury.

Although the entire stadium was protected by magic, the descent from fifty feet still left him somewhat dazed, and he collapsed back onto the grass as soon as he stood up.

Of course, this was exactly what Krum wanted to achieve... Taking advantage of this precious time, he began to carefully search for the Golden Snitch's trail in mid-air.

But the real Quidditch World Cup is not as simple as the Hogwarts intramural tournament, and the Golden Snitch is incredibly fast.

Krum saw the golden snitch twice, but his eyes couldn't keep up with its speed, and it quickly disappeared again.

Ten minutes later, the timeout ended, and the game turned back into an exhibition match for the Irish team.

In just fifteen minutes, they scored several more goals, now leading 130-10. The score gap widened, and in this situation, the Bulgarian players became somewhat ruthless… their targets gradually shifted from the Quaffle to Ireland's ball chasers.

The angry shouts of fans kept coming from all around, and for a moment it was impossible to tell which side the fans were from.

Even the mascots on both sides seemed to be affected by this atmosphere.

The Irish goblins rose into the air, forming various sarcastic words and gestures with their bodies.

Meanwhile, the Veela on the other side were not to be outdone. They angrily shook their hair and started dancing again.

Having learned their lesson from the last time, those who had just embarrassed themselves in the private room immediately covered their ears with their hands and cursed the effeminate women as soon as they realized something was wrong.

Hibiscus's face grew increasingly pale, but fortunately, Ms. Maxim gently patted her hand, which calmed her down.

"What a bunch of idiots." Furong stared at the Bulgarian players and couldn't help but say, "How did they even make it to the finals when they concede so many goals?"

Because of Veeva, she naturally supported the Bulgarian team, but their performance was really terrible.

Even in Quidditch matches within Beauxbatons School, it's rare for a player to be down by 120 points in less than half an hour.

But the Bulgarian team did it, and in the highly anticipated Quidditch World Cup.

But none of that matters to Furong. Even if the Bulgarian team loses 500 points at the start, it has nothing to do with her. What she cares about is why these people chose Veela as their mascot.
At this point, she no longer wanted to watch. The only reason she stayed was to keep Ms. Maxim company.

Perhaps feeling a bit bored, her attention turned to Xiren next to her again.

When Veela was dancing just now, only he and the male wizard next to him who looked like a homeless man didn't cover their ears.

The homeless woman could understand; from their previous brief conversations, she knew that the man had once been a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so it wasn't surprising that he could resist Veela's magic.

But Xilun is just a student, how could he be completely unaffected?

If it weren't for other people to compare her to, she would have almost thought that Veela was so weak that she couldn't even deal with an ordinary student.

However, Xiren was unaware of all this. At that moment, he was setting up a panoramic telescope in front of him, carefully observing the situation on the field, and occasionally adjusting the buttons on the telescope.

“I suggest you watch at normal speed and don’t use those weird features…” Lupin said, “otherwise you might miss some exciting scenes.”

“I know,” Xiren said casually.

In fact, he wasn't watching the game or the players, but rather the stands.

However, he quickly stopped, rubbed his slightly sore eyes, and put the binoculars aside.

Siren had intended to find the Death Eaters hidden among the audience, but he clearly underestimated their numbers.

With nearly 100,000 wizards in attendance, finding the Death Eaters hidden among them was practically an impossible task.

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(End of this chapter)