The King of Flags at Hogwarts

He donated his family's treasures to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts, which is why Fudge gave him these three seats. In a way, he was the spendthrift son who sold off his family's property.

The audience in this private room was truly extraordinary, with high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic constantly entering, including the British Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

Percy Weatherby was trembling with excitement, but having been raised by a young lady, he managed to suppress his humility and bowed slightly to all the important figures entering the private room with a smile. His composure and humility gave some people a very good first impression of him.

Harry didn't care about those "big shots" at all; he looked around the arena with curiosity.

This stadium truly lives up to its name, capable of holding 100,000 people. Surrounding the oval-shaped field are countless seats, and wizards are entering the stadium in an endless stream, like ants.

Inside the stadium, at Harry's eye level, there was a huge blackboard that was playing various advertisements on a loop, mostly for products from the Ant Merchant Guild.

He only looked at it for a while before stopping, while Ron stared intently at the blackboard, nodding and swaying his head, after all, the look of Bobby in those commercials was so "fresh".

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Luke Bagman's voice rang out beside Harry, so loud it hurt Harry's ears. "Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

The blackboard, which had just been playing advertisements, immediately displayed the words "Bulgaria: 0" and "Ireland: 0".

Next, the mascots of the two teams, the Goblin and the Veela, entered the arena one after the other, causing a great commotion among the audience.

The fake gold coins created by the goblins and the allure of the Veela drove the audience wild.

Wealth and beauty—these are tests of human nature.

The mascots stopped performing, and amidst a chorus of groans, Bagman's voice rang out again: "Now, welcome the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team!"

The Bulgarian players filed out, and sparse applause rang out from the stands. Only when Viktor Krum entered the stadium did Harry see a sea of ​​red cheers erupting from the crowd.

"Krum! Go for it!"

"Krum! We will always support you!"

"Krum! Even though I didn't bet on Bulgaria to win, I'll always love you!"

Krum, dressed entirely in red, sat atop a flying broom. His face was ashen, but fortunately, his expression was always somber, making it impossible to discern his true feelings.

"Now let's welcome the Irish national team!"

"Entering the stage are—Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Malait! Moran! Quigley! and—"

"Bobby Evans!!"

Six blurry green figures flew into the field, and then another figure darted onto the field.

Poppy was wearing the green Irish national team jersey, and her Firebolt was painted silver, which made Snape, who was watching the game from a corner of a box in the stadium, smile. His girl still had her heart set on Slytherin.

Absolutely! The entire Slytherin academy, including this year's Squib freshmen, will have over seven hundred students, and more than six hundred of them are Poppy's lackeys!

When Poppy appeared, the entire arena erupted in cheers, whistles, and screams of "survival monkeys."

Suddenly, the goblins and Veela, located at opposite ends of the field, knelt down and cried out, "Your Majesty!" This surprised the surrounding audience.

Poppy began flying around the field, deliberately slowing down so that people could see her clearly.

Suddenly, with a "bang," two long and large banners appeared at the end of her fire crossbow bolt. The banners were incredibly physics-defying, taut and straight, making it clear to everyone the text on them.

The red banner with gold trim pleased Minerva McGonagall, who was in another private room.

"Ant Chamber of Commerce is dedicated to serving you! You can find everything you want here."

"Higher quality, cheaper, and more trustworthy! Ant Merchants Association, making your life better!"

These two lines of text kept changing languages: Chinese, English, Russian, French, German, Spanish... and even some less common languages, such as Korean.

Harry whispered to Hermione, "Remember what I told you last time? Poppy's condition for participating in the World Cup was that she could decide her own image design, right? Do you think her purpose in saying that was for this advertisement?"

Hermione was stunned for a long time before saying with a complicated expression, "That should be it."

After circling the area three times, the advertising banner at the end of Bobby's broom suddenly changed its content.

"There is an official betting channel for this final round. We hope everyone will participate enthusiastically. 30% of the proceeds from this betting will be donated to help those suffering from the werewolf curse!"

"There is a betting sheet under each seat; you can place any bet you like!"

"After placing your bet, tap the form with your wand for a surprise!"

Poppy's continuous circling of the field greatly displeased the Bulgarian players, who would normally have already started the match by now!

Harry felt under his seat and found a form stuck there. He took the form down and was about to place a few more Galleons when the twins held him down firmly.

The two whispered in his ear, "Net win margin is 250. Bet as much as you can."

Harry's eyes widened like saucers as he looked at the twins. After receiving their firm nods of confirmation, he resolutely filled in 123 Galleons in the 250 column.

He tapped the form with his wand, and a beam of light shot out, revealing a 3D image of Bobby dressed as a cheerleader, holding a pom-pom and performing a cheerleading routine, leaving Harry speechless.

"Thank you for your support of the werewolf rescue cause!"

After saying this, Bobby's projection turned into points of light and dissipated into the air.

The betting sheet then transformed into a piggy bank, which looked like some kind of magical creature, with the body of a tiger or leopard, the head and tail of a dragon, and a single horn on its head. It was now opening its mouth wide, waiting for Harry to feed it.

“It’s a Pixiu!” Hermione’s voice came through. She symbolically put in 3 silver coins. Miss Beaver didn’t have much spare money, but she was happy to invest in charity.

Harry poured Galleons into the Pixiu's mouth until it was full of 123. Only then did the Pixiu close its mouth and transform into an exquisite empty money bag, which landed in his hand.

Bobby's voice came from the money bag: "After winning, the prize money will be automatically sent to the money bag. Please keep the money bag safe."

"No!!!" Ron cried out in anguish, clutching his money bag and whispering, "I don't want the money bag, I want the betting sheet!"

Harry: ...

Hermione: ...

You probably don't miss the betting table; you miss Bobby's cheerleading performance...

Luke Bagman shared the same look of utter disbelief. All his hard work scouring the camp for bettors had been for naught; he never expected Bobby to pull this trick! He'd been busy all day!

However, thinking about the profit sharing afterward, his face flushed again. There were 10 spectators present, and if each person bet ten Galleons, that would be one million Galleons!! He would get several thousand Galleons in his share, right?

The audience was in chaos. Some, like Ron, were reluctant to see Poppy's dance moves go by (to be honest, Poppy's dance moves were hard to describe; they looked more like boxing). Others tried to cheat, writing 100 Galleons on the form when they only had a few Silver Sickles.

Those dishonest viewers paid the price for their "cleverness".

After waiting for a minute and not receiving the amount written on the betting form, the Pixiu transformed into a green hat and placed it on the person's head.

At the same time, it is loudly announced: "You filled in a bet of 100 Galleons, but actually bet five Silver Sickles. Due to your dishonesty, a 20% handling fee will be charged on this bet, and your final total bet amount is four Silver Sickles!"

"If you win the prize, the winnings will be directly deposited into your green hat. Please do not remove the green hat casually. If you remove the hat without authorization, you will bear the consequences."

Those who didn't believe in such superstitions immediately took off their green hats, because wearing that thing would make everyone know that you had character flaws.

But the moment they took off their hats, the hats turned into a puddle of sticky green liquid, covering their hands—not only embarrassing, but also a double loss.

Of course, these dishonest individuals are a minority, numbering only a handful.

The reason the scene spiraled out of control was due to those perverts who wanted to see Poppy dance again. It was as if Poppy's dance was more captivating than Veela's graceful movements.

The audience was in chaos, and it took a full ten minutes for things to calm down.

Poppy stopped circling the field and flew back to her teammates, and the banner behind her was naturally taken down.

Bagman wiped the sweat from his brow and continued the interrupted proceedings: "Please welcome our referee for today, the beloved President of the International Quidditch Federation, Hassan Mustafa, who has traveled all the way from Egypt!"

The referee ran onto the field; he was a short, bearded old wizard.

He had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and couldn't wait to hop on his flying broom and kick open the box he had brought in.

Four balls flew into the air: a bright red Quaffle, two black bouncy balls, and the golden Snitch with wings that Harry knew all too well.

With Hassan Mustafa's whistle, the match officially began!

Chapter 97 The Grand Finale Has a Unique Style: Avada Kedavra Arrives from the Sky (Part 2)

Poppy floated in the air, and not far from her, Viktor Krum was constantly patrolling, his eyes scanning the area below the court again and again, trying his best to find the Golden Snitch.

Krum knew that Bulgaria's only hope of winning lay with him.

Poppy saw the Golden Snitch as soon as she entered the field. Because she could see the flow of magic, the Golden Snitch's special magic was so conspicuous. At that moment, the mischievous little guy was attached to the middle of the Bulgarian team's central goalpost.

Since the goalposts were also gold and were located on the side closest to the stands, it was perfectly normal that Krum couldn't see them.

Poppy isn't in a hurry to catch the Golden Snitch; she needs to wait until the Irish team's net score reaches 100 points before making her move.

Krumm started to get anxious. Ireland's offensive was extremely fierce, and they took a 40-10 lead in less than five minutes.

Perhaps we could take care of Bobby Evans first?

Krum suddenly swooped down, pretending to spot the Golden Snitch.

But Bobby remained unmoved. Such a feint might fool Captain Lin Qi, but to think you could fool her? You must be dreaming.

Krum knew that Bobby was the toughest opponent he had ever faced, so he stopped diving and looked in Bobby's direction.

Bobby smiled slightly at him and sped off in another direction.

Krum was shocked. This girl held the record for the shortest time to finish a race, and every sprint of hers could not be ignored, even if it was just a feint.

Poppy was definitely faking it; just floating there like that would be too boring.

She slowed down slightly, allowing Krum to close the distance until he was about a body length behind her.

The world's two best Seekers have started their fancy ball-finding show.

Changes in direction, acceleration, and sudden stops at various high speeds.

Several times, Krum almost fell to the ground.

It was so close!

Bobby stopped, and with a bang, the gold and red banner reappeared behind her, bearing the words: "I was just kidding you, come and chase me, you fool~"

After confirming that Krum had seen the text, Bobby made a face at him, changed the text on the banner back to an advertisement, and started the parade.

The Irish supporters burst into laughter, while Krum's face grew even more somber.

He flew over to his team's batter and made a few gestures.

The batters looked at him with surprise for a few seconds, then nodded.

The next moment, Krum charged toward Bobby, and the Bulgarian batters also swung their run balls toward Bobby.

Bobby frowned. Was he planning to deal with me first?

Innocent!