A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"So how long do you think you can last against him?"

"Hold on until Ireland wins," Aaron said confidently. He wasn't sure who could catch the Golden Snitch, but holding off Krum wouldn't be a problem for him.

"Now welcome the Irish Quidditch national team!" Bagman called out the names of the seven players in a loud voice. Seeker Lynch was placed last, but he received far fewer cheers and applause than Krum.

The Irish team wore green jerseys, and their flying brooms were all made of fire arrows, making them evenly matched in terms of speed.

Next, referee Hassan Mustafa entered the arena. He was a short, thin wizard with a completely bald head but a particularly thick beard. His identity was that of the president of the International Quidditch Federation.

He walked to the center of the field, kicked open the wooden box, and a red Quaffle, a black frisbee, and a golden Snitch flew out one after another.

A whistle blows and the game officially begins.

These players are all top-tier; their speed is outrageous, and their balance and coordination are exceptional.

Red and green figures flashed past the audience's eyes, and Bagman's commentary gradually fell behind their movements. He would only say one name before the person disappeared from sight.

Using a holographic telescope allows you to view the scene at a slower speed, but the downside is that you miss some of the more exciting parts.

Ireland scored first and maintained their lead, prompting cheers and shouts from fans wearing green.

As the game intensified, both teams' cheerleading squads began to come off the field.

The goblins formed a clover pattern, and the Veela began to dance, encouraging the Bulgarian team.

Krum pretended to have spotted the Golden Snitch, luring Lynch to do the same thing. In the last moment of their rapid dive, he smoothly ascended, while Lynch had a close encounter with the ground.

"The match is paused," Bagman said angrily, and asked the doctor to check Lynch's injury.

The audience discussed it enthusiastically, those with holographic telescopes watched the replay with great interest, while Krum took advantage of Lynch's treatment time to search for the Golden Snitch.

The doctors at international competitions are much more professional. In less than ten minutes, Lin Qi stood up and returned to the field.

Hassan blew his whistle, and the game started again.

Ireland's fighting spirit grew stronger, and in just over ten minutes, their score surpassed Bulgaria's by one hundred points.

At this point, the game started to become dangerous. After all, fouls are not forbidden in the Quidditch World Cup, but the methods they use to commit fouls are simply not obvious to the audience in the venue.

Hassan Mustafa was initially fair enough to allow Ireland to take a penalty.

But when the Bulgarian team committed another foul, the audience didn't see the referee until a field doctor rushed into the arena and slapped him, bringing him back to his senses from the Veeva dance.

"Well played," Adrian laughed. "This kind of unreliable referee shouldn't have come in the first place."

"The charm skill is still quite useful!" Aaron murmured to himself. These hundred Veela made him realize the power of charm, which could sometimes have surprising effects.

“What did you say?” Adrian glared at Aaron. “Don’t tell me you’re going to learn this kind of magic.”

"Uh..." Aaron felt a pang of guilt. "Is it not allowed?"

"Fine, I can't stop you from learning whatever you want, but learning this kind of magic is just a waste of time."

Charm magic has no effect on those stronger than you, nor on those with strong wills; at best, it can only deal with ordinary people.

"Sister, I'm not like you guys," Aaron said with an awkward laugh. "Maybe I'll be dealing with ordinary people."

Adrian paused for a moment, then, remembering the mission of the Gaius family, said nothing.

"Take care of yourself! But don't take this too seriously."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Aaron said with a smile. As long as he had enough magic points, he could master this kind of magic in no time.

The Vevas were ordered to stop dancing, which the referee, Hassan, believed would affect the competition. The Vevas seemed somewhat dissatisfied, but they had to give in to the referee's wishes.

After this little incident, the competition entered a heated phase.

Both chasers started ramming people with their Quaffles, while the batters went even crazier, swinging their bats at people whenever they had the chance.

Ireland suffered a lot during the process, with shouts of fouls echoing throughout the field. Hassan once again gave Ireland a penalty kick.

With their national team holding a significant advantage, the goblins laughed excitedly and even taunted the Veela in their arrogance.

The Veelas, seeing the giant middle finger the goblins were giving, immediately abandoned any semblance of civility.

They stopped dancing, their heads transformed into sharp bird heads, and scaly wings sprouted from their shoulders, shooting out bursts of red flames to attack the goblins.

“See, children,” Mr. Weasley said meaningfully, “you can never just look at the surface.”

“That’s right.” Leon nodded in agreement, then added, “If you’re going to pursue something, pursue a genuine appearance.”

Arthur Weasley: ......

That seems... impossible to refute.

"The battle between these two mascots is even more intense than the two Quidditch teams above," Aaron clicked his tongue. "If this continues, it might turn into a free-for-all."

“No, the Ministry of Magic will handle it,” Hermione said.

Aaron and Lyon exchanged a smile. When the Ministry of Magic is reliable, it's more reliable than anyone else; when it's unreliable, it's less reliable than anyone else.

With over 100,000 wizards in attendance, the Ministry of Magic had to be mindful of the impact even if it wanted to use force. This meant they could only appeal to emotions and reason, which was destined to have little effect.

The arena gradually descended into chaos, with the match proceeding amidst Veela's screams, the cracking of wands, and the roars and cheers of the fans.

The referee's voice was no longer important, as Hassan was stuck between the two mascots and couldn't get away. Bagman could barely manage to commentate and host, but this situation would only worsen before a winner was decided.

Chapter 344 The Dark Wizard's Parade, Dark Magic Marks in the Sky

Ultimately, Ireland emerged victorious in the Quidditch World Cup.

The scoreboard shows: Bulgaria 160, Ireland 170.

Despite having his nose broken by the runaway ball and bleeding profusely, Krum caught up with Ireland's Seeker Lynch and caught the Golden Snitch at the last moment.

Although he won the duel between the Seekers, he lost the game.

There was nothing we could do about it; my teammates were just too incompetent.

The other players on the Irish team are much better than those on the Bulgarian team. If the game drags on, the gap between the two teams will only widen. He can only choose between a crushing defeat and a narrow defeat, which is acceptable.

The Irish fans erupted in cheers, the Irish team danced wildly, and the little devils were also overjoyed.

Krum left the field with a somber expression to receive treatment, and his six teammates also looked dejected. Veeva regained her beautiful appearance, but she also seemed very unhappy.

A massive Quidditch World Cup was brought into a box where Minister for Magic Fudge presented the awards, with the Irish team receiving immense honor.

The Bulgarian team then took the stage, and they took turns shaking hands with the Bulgarian Minister of Magic and Fudge.

Although they looked a bit disheveled, the audience's enthusiasm for them did not diminish; at least this match was much more exciting than previous ones.

"Let's go!" Adrian closed his notebook with satisfaction. "This match gave me a lot of inspiration."

"Sis, we still don't know why you're recording that stuff," Leon said speechlessly. "The rules are clearly written in the instruction manual."

“The rules on paper and the rules that the audience can accept are two completely different things,” Adrian said. “Besides, this has nothing to do with you, so don’t pry.”

The Weasley brothers approached Ludo Bagman immediately after the match, spreading their hands like Muggles demanding repayment of a debt, saying, "Our money."

“By the way, how much money should I have paid you?” Bagman asked in a hoarse voice.

"Thirty-seven Galleons..."

“It’s thirty-eight Galleons, George,” Fred reminded him. “There’s also one Galleon for Dad, fifteen Sikor, and three Nat.”

"This..." Ludo was momentarily stunned. "Is it this much?"

“Of course not,” George laughed. “This is our capital, but since Mr. Bagman got us such good tickets, we’ll forgo the winnings.”

You offered us very high odds back then; by the calculations, you could have saved at least three hundred Gallons.

They were pretty open about it: I only wanted the principal, and the rest would be considered ticket money; after that, we wouldn't owe each other anything.

Bagman hesitated for a moment, then separated the fairy coins in his pocket and placed the real Galon, Sikor, and Nat in the brothers' hands.

“Arthur has two good children,” Bagman remarked. “Also, here’s a piece of advice for you: don’t gamble with people casually in the future.”

George and Fred exchanged bewildered glances at his earnest expression.

But in his heart, he admired Leon's judgment even more. If it weren't for his reminder, they would probably have suffered heavy losses and might not even have been able to get their principal back.

......

Back at camp, Adrian released several owls, sending out her compiled notes in the form of letters.

The night after the Quidditch World Cup ended became even noisier, with lanterns still lit in every tent and almost everyone enthusiastically discussing the match.

Suddenly, strange flames appeared outside, and a whooshing sound echoed through the camp.

A group of hooded and masked wizards, waving their wands and laughing maniacally, slowly advanced through the camp.

Tents were set on fire one after another, and the bewildered wizards fled in panic.

“Young Master…” Genes returned from outside, “They seem to be dark wizards, and they are organized and premeditated. Their ranks are constantly expanding.”

Furthermore, they had taken the Roberts family hostage, making members of the Ministry of Magic hesitant to act.

“Uncle Genes, I must say, the location we rented is really good,” Leon said with a nonchalant smile. “No matter which direction these people attack from, we have enough time to deal with them.”

“Young Master Lyon, this is not the time for jokes,” Genes said speechlessly. “I think we should leave here as soon as possible.”

“No need. It might be more dangerous outside.” Aaron said, snapping his fingers and casting an illusion on the tent. The interior environment remained unchanged, but from the outside, it looked like a burnt-out ruin.

"That illusion was pretty good, but it's not quite enough," Leon remarked, then waved his wand, and golden runes formed a circle that enclosed the tent.

"This is the spell I use most often. Whether it's a wizard fleeing for their life or a dark wizard, they will subconsciously ignore this place."

"This won't fool a wizard stronger than you."

“But I still have your illusion magic, right? I’m just adding an extra layer of insurance,” Leon said casually, then looked at Adrian, “Sis, do you think we need to add anything?”

“No need,” Adrian said calmly. “If we’re discovered, we can just kill them all.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron and Leon's hearts skipped a beat, and they both swallowed hard.

"But they outnumber us, we might not be a match for them!"

"Don't I know you well enough?" Adrian rolled his eyes. "If you weren't confident, you would have run away long ago. It's easier to fish in troubled waters by following the main group, isn't it?"

"That's what I said, but..."

“No buts. Otto might help you set up a defensive barrier, but Klein is more focused on offense. If we are discovered, I will lead you out to fight our way out.”

The two looked at each other, then simultaneously turned their gaze to Genes.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't beat that many people."