The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

They arrived at a small box located at the highest point of the stadium.

The view from here is the best, directly facing the golden goalposts.

Inside the private room, there are about twenty purple and gold-plated chairs arranged in two rows.

They sat down in the front row and craned their necks to look down.

One hundred thousand wizards were taking their seats one after another, arranged in a tiered pattern around the oval stadium.

Everything here was shrouded in a mysterious golden light, a light that seemed to emanate from the stadium itself.

From their seats, the entire stadium looked as smooth and flat as velvet.

There are three shooting goals on each side of the field, each fifty feet high.

To the right of the goal, almost at eye level, was a huge blackboard.

At this moment, golden characters kept flashing on the blackboard, as if an invisible giant hand was writing on the blackboard in a flamboyant style and then erasing them.

Those are all advertisements for the audience at the stadium.

[Cornflower: A flying broom suitable for the whole family—safe, reliable, and with a built-in anti-theft buzzer...]

[Mrs. Scoole's All-Purpose Stain Remover: Effortlessly removes stains...]

[Elegant Wizard Robes - London, Paris, Hogsmeade...]

Over the next half hour, people kept entering their private room.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands with people, who were generally well-dressed and seemed to be of high status.

Whenever Mr. Weasley shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with someone, Percy would hurriedly stand up and bow, drawing strange looks from his brothers.

Although both are adults, Sirius Black is much more unconventional than Mr. Weasley.

He seemed reluctant to deal with those people, and even left a section of his robe open, revealing some of the tattoos on his chest. He even sat like a thug, chatting and laughing quietly with Harry sitting next to him.

Sirius Black only casually straightened his robes and greeted Ms. Burns when she arrived in the private box with Ms. Burns, the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement, and Ms. Bagman, the Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education, accompanying the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

While Ms. Burns was talking to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, Bagman went to the front row and complained to Mr. Weasley.

“Oh, Arthur, you have no idea how tired I am.” He lowered his voice. “We don’t have a minister right now, Barty Crouch is suspended, Amelia Burns is too busy to help me, and that Bulgarian wizard doesn’t understand English at all…”

At that moment, Ms. Burns called to him, and he immediately turned around and ran back.

"Alright, we can finally begin!"

A few seconds later, he quickly ran back.

Bagman puffed out his round belly, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at his throat.

"A loud and clear voice!"

His voice, like thunder, resounded throughout the stadium, clearly reaching every corner of the stands.

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

The stadium erupted in deafening cheers and applause.

The audience waved colorful flags and sang a jumbled mess of the national anthem. Everyone's enthusiasm had reached its peak, and the atmosphere was almost explosive.

The Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans advertisement on the blackboard opposite has disappeared, and now it shows—

Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

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

A neat, bright red square formation on the right side of the stands erupted in loud cheers.

“I wonder what they brought,” Mr. Weasley said, leaning forward from his seat.

"Ah!" He abruptly removed his glasses and hurriedly wiped them on his robe. "Veeva!"

At this moment, one hundred Veelas were gliding neatly toward the arena.

This was also the first time Scott had ever seen Veela in person.

They look like human women, but are much more beautiful than humans.

Their skin glowed with a soft, moonlit light, and although there was no wind, their golden hair flowed smoothly down their backs like silk.

Just then, music started playing, and the Veela began to dance.

Watching those seemingly unreal beauties dance gracefully, Scott was suddenly filled with a feeling of joy.

The joy was mild, not enough to make him react as wildly and uncontrollably as the other boys, but it did make him smile unconsciously.

Scott blinked, quickly using his brain-closing technique to suppress the false sense of joy.

At this point, Harry had one leg draped over the railing, and Ron made a gesture as if he were about to dive off the diving board.

Fred and George, though not quite as embarrassed, stared wide-eyed, not even blinking.

Neither Mr. Weasley nor Sirius Black lost their composure, nor did they stop Harry and Ron; instead, they watched the two boys laugh heartily.

It wasn't until the Veelas finished dancing and left that Harry and Ron finally came to their senses.

The stadium was filled with angry roars from the men; many were unwilling for Veela to leave.

"Now, raise your wands into the air!" Bagman's booming voice rang out again, "Welcome the Irish national team's mascot!"

"Whoosh!"

A huge, golden-green comet flew into the stadium.

It flew around the building once, then split into two smaller comets, each heading towards a set of goalposts.

Suddenly, an arched rainbow appeared across the stadium, connecting the two gleaming spheres.

Gasps of amazement erupted from the crowd, as if they were watching a fireworks display.

Then, the rainbow disappeared, and the shimmering spheres merged together to form a giant clover, which rose high into the air and hovered above the stands.

Crackle, crackle.

Golden raindrops fell.

"awesome!"

Clover swirls above their heads, constantly scattering huge gold coins that land on their heads and seats.

Scott looked up and discovered that the clover was actually made up of countless little people wearing red vests and with mustaches, each carrying a small gold or green lamp.

"It's an Irish leprechaun!"

Everyone happily picked up the gold coins.

Bang!

Another loud bang drew everyone's attention.

A gigantic skull appeared in the sky above the stadium.

The skull was made up of countless emerald green, star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

Accompanied by the dazzling green light of the skull, a thick, dark cloud of smoke, like a heavy cloud, slowly descended from the sky above the stadium.

At that moment, everyone stared blankly at the scene.

"what!"

The goblins who were scattering gold coins scattered and fled, followed by a chorus of screams.

Chapter 441 Eddie, The Consequences of Not Losing Weight

"Dark Mark!"

When the sky was tinged green by the giant skull, Sirius Black and Mr. Weasley immediately stood up and drew their wands.

Sirius quickly reached out and pulled Harry and Ron, who had been squatting on the ground picking up gold coins, up.

"Back off, children! Get to the back!" Mr. Weasley shouted, pulling Ginny behind him. "Bill, Charlie, watch over your little brother and sister!"

At this moment, Bill and Charlie had also drawn their wands and walked over to Mr. Weasley.

“Fred! George!” Bill stretched out his arm to stop the twins who were peeking in. “Step back, oh, and you too, Scott!”

Scott did not move.

He stared at the black mist swirling in the air.

"He's here," he announced.

"What?" Bill turned his head.

“Look, that cloud of black mist.” Scott pointed his wand at the target.

"What is that?" Bill asked in surprise.

"It's him!" Sirius's voice was tense. "He's here!"

Ms. Burns strode forward, shouting, "Quick! Children! You should all go back to the back of the box!"

Scott glanced back and saw the well-dressed "big shots" in the private room fleeing in a panic.

"We think we know who it is!"

Fred and George reached out and pulled Scott back several steps.

At this point, some of the audience members had already left, while the majority remained seated, unaware of what was happening.

The scene descended into complete chaos.

Meanwhile, Bagman, who was in charge of hosting the match, was hurriedly retreating.

“Ludo Bagman!” Ms. Burns stared at him sternly. “Speak up and get the audience out in an orderly fashion!”

"me……"

Bagman looked flustered, but under pressure from Ms. Burns, he pointed his wand at his own throat.

"Dear audience, due to an accident..." His somewhat panicked voice echoed throughout the stadium, "The match has been cancelled. Please leave the stadium in an orderly manner!"

"None of you can leave."

Another voice followed immediately.