Hogwarts Study Panel.

Chapter 620, Section 618: Veela and Magic Resistance

"Moody?"

Sheen repeated the name over and over.

"Yes, who doesn't know him? He was a remarkable wizard back then. Even I have to admit that his determination and talent were no less than mine."

In many people's minds, he was the best one, I mean the Auror—he filled half the cells in Azkaban.

Marcus looked on with a wistful expression, staring at the bustling crowd in the distance. "But he also made a lot of enemies for himself—mainly the relatives of those he captured—people like us are all like that."

Later I heard that as he got older, he became increasingly suspicious, distrusting no one and seeing black wizards everywhere he went.

"Is he a powerful wizard? Grandpa Marcus, compared to you—"

Sheen asked.

What he wanted to know was simply Auror Moody's actual combat skills.

It's truly astonishing that a top-tier Auror would be defeated by Crouch Jr. in a sneak attack orchestrated by Bug Tail.

"Compared to me, ah, he might be a notch stronger. But so many years have passed, and our old bones haven't had a chance to stretch in a long time. I wonder if he still has six or seven tenths of his former strength?"

Marcus lamented, "There's a huge difference between an active Auror and a retired Auror. You can't expect a wizard who raises chickens on a farm to be ready to duel with a wand at all times. Sometimes, a moment's distraction in battle can be fatal."

Sheen listened and silently classified Moody's strength as the top of the [Master] level.

He was probably at the pinnacle of mastery, yet he couldn't even touch the threshold of "legend."

The only legendary wizards that Sheen knew of were Headmaster Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort.

They all share a characteristic that is not easily noticed: they have almost never been successfully ambushed.

Even someone as powerful as Professor Snape was once knocked unconscious by a surprise attack from Harry's Excalibur.

However, there are almost no such cases among the "Legendary" level wizards.

Sheehan believed it was because they had keen senses, just like the senses he now possessed.

So if it's a legend—

Legend has it that when he gives it his all, he has no rivals.

Another flurry of footsteps echoed from the private room; Ludo Bagman burst in.

"Is everyone ready?"

He said, his round face shining like a giant spherical cheese, "Minister—can we begin?"

"Let's begin, Ludo."

Fudge said kindly.

Ludo drew his wand, pointed to his throat, and said, "Loud voice!"

Then his words resounded like thunder throughout the packed stadium.

His voice echoed above them, resounding loudly to every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen—welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

The audience erupted in cheers and applause. Thousands of flags waved simultaneously, accompanied by a jumble of broken national anthems, creating a spectacular scene.

On the blackboard opposite them, the last line, "GG [Babbies Beans - Every Bite is an Adventure!]," has been erased, and what is now displayed is:

Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

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

On the right side of the stands was a neat, bright red square formation, which erupted into loud cheers.

"I wonder what they brought."

Sheehan heard Mr. Weasley speak and saw him lean out of his seat.

"what!"

He abruptly ripped off his glasses and hurriedly wiped them on his robe. "Veeva!"

One hundred Veelas had already glided onto the arena and into Sheen's field of vision.

So what is a Veela?

Veela are women—the most beautiful women Sheen has ever seen in his life—but they are not—and could not be—real people.

What exactly are they?

Their skin glowed with a soft, moonlit light, and their hair flowed freely behind them even without wind.

Just then, the music started playing, and Sheen stopped caring whether they were real or not, because he had already gotten rid of them.

For a moment, cold sweat began to trickle down his neck.

Just now, if a dark wizard had been standing next to Sheen, he would have had a hundred chances to kill Sheen.

Sheen stared at the Veelas who had begun to dance, a long-forgotten fear stronger than any excitement.

He lost control, even for a few seconds.

This is something he will never allow.

How to resist this allure became his only thought.

He frowned, but relaxed a few minutes later.

Because he realized that he was no longer being charmed.

Isn't that interesting?

Veela's magical abilities can distort a wizard's perception, making them think that Veela is the most beautiful person in the world.

But when faced with a wizard like Sheen, a wizard with such a firm will that cannot be swayed, once he realized that it was Veela magic, the magic could no longer affect him.

Is this considered a kind of "magic resistance"?

As Veela's dance grew faster and faster, the wizards in the boxes reacted differently.

Harry stood against the wall, one leg propped up on the wall of the box. Beside him, Ron stood motionless, as if about to dive off a diving board.

Hermione was unaffected and watched Justin, who was drooling, with great interest.

Maybe Justin looks at Veela like he looks at dessert?

"Now,"

Ludo Bagman's voice boomed like thunder, "Raise your wands to the sky—welcome the Irish national team's mascot!"

Ireland's mascots are goblins, and as soon as they appear, they shower the stands with gold coins, causing everyone to excitedly crouch down to collect them.

Minerva, who cheered softly, became an anomaly.

In fact, from the moment she entered the box, Minerva had been reservedly cheering for the Irish team, but now she finally couldn't help but shout even more enthusiastically as the atmosphere grew warmer.

Sheehan and Professor Snape, who was sitting to his left, exchanged a glance, then turned their gaze back to Minerva, who was as excited as a child.

"Now, please welcome—the Irish Quidditch National Team!"

Bagman shouted loudly, "Entering the stage are—Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And—and—and—Linze!"

Seven blurry green figures flew towards the arena. Like everyone else on the field, Sheen turned a small button on the side of the panoramic telescope, slowing down the team members' movements. He could see that their flying brooms were all printed with "Fire Arrows," and that their names were embroidered in silver thread on their backs.

Slightly tilting the telescope, Sheen began to observe the wizards in the stands one by one.

Some of them were shouting excitedly, waving, and even stomping their feet.

Sheen patiently looked them over one by one, quickly searching with his keen senses. With relatively little difficulty, he spotted the unnatural figures.