The days at Hogwarts

A group of officials from the British Ministry of Magic, led by Cornelius Fudge, and officials from Bulgaria...

Originally, Cornelius Fudge was quite polite to Arthur, but since Dumbledore started targeting him, he lost his good looks towards the red-haired pureblood from Dumbledore's camp and had an indifferent attitude, pretending to deal with it several times. The Bulgarian Minister of Magic did not hear Arthur's greeting.

Fudge shook Arthur's hand with a cold smile and turned to look at the Bulgarian Minister of Magic. Even though he knew that he couldn't understand a word of English, he still introduced him warmly: "Harry Potter, you know, um... ...Harry, Potter...oh, think about it, you should know who he is..."

He muttered for a long time. The Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was wearing a gorgeous gold-trimmed velvet robe, suddenly saw the scar on Harry's forehead. He immediately pointed at it excitedly and muttered something that no one could hear. If you understand.

"I knew I would always make him understand." Fudge rubbed his brows tiredly and complained softly, "Why doesn't Barty Crouch come over? I saw his house elf took a place for him. So thoughtful..."

The commentator, Ludo Bagman, arrived belatedly before the start and rushed into the box in a hurry.

"Is everyone ready?" Bagman asked very diligently with a warm smile, "Minister, can we start?"

Fudge said kindly: "Start as you say, Ludo."

"[loud voice]"

Ludo Bagman pulled out his wand and put it to his throat, and a thunderous voice began to reverberate and spread to every corner of the stands:

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

Cheers and applause broke out at the same time, and a wave of noisy noises poured into the top box of the Magic Stadium. Everyone was excitedly looking forward to the upcoming magical event. Even the most well-behaved Percy was a little relaxed, leaning leisurely on the Soft and comfortable velvet seats.

Beside the shimmering house elf, the wizard under the invisibility cloak was sitting upright, with his calves straight and his knees together. His hands were naturally hanging on his sides, staring motionlessly at the sky above the Quidditch field, staring at the constant changes. of text ads turned into scoreboards for Bulgaria and Ireland.

In Loren's eyes, a layer of crystal blue faint light covered the surface of the pupils, slowly rotating like a galaxy.

Judging from the brightness of the magic light, this is an outstanding wizard. He is more powerful than many Aurors Loren has seen, and is almost only weaker than the professors at Hogwarts. However, the magic flow is slow and often even stagnant. , there seem to be many things that prevent him from using magic freely.

But compared to the strength of his magic power, Loren noticed the dark and strange black glimmer on his body. He had seen that glimmer many times. It was the dark mark that belonged exclusively to Voldemort.

Suddenly, the wizard under the invisibility cloak seemed to notice his prying eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look at Loren.

"Sir, are you looking at Miss Bertha Jorkins?"

Twinkle asked tentatively in a trembling voice, tilting its head and covering its face with its hands.

The house elf's fingers were long and slender, with protruding joints. Loren could look through the gaps between its fingers and see the fear and uneasiness in the big dark brown eyes.

Loren took a deep look at the house elf and smiled softly: "Yes, I'm looking at Miss Jorkins. She looks absent-minded, as if she doesn't adapt here."

Twinkle breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her hands a little, and lowered her voice by half an octave: "Twinkle thinks she may also be afraid of heights, just like Twinkle... But regardless of whether she is afraid of heights or not, Twinkle will carry out her master's orders. , this is the duty of a house elf."

Hermione felt that if she continued to listen, she would really put the Declaration of Independence into the house elf's mind. She tugged at the corner of Loren's clothes: "Stop listening to it and focus on watching the court. There is a ball before the game." Performance by the team mascot.”

Loren nodded thoughtfully, withdrew his gaze and looked towards the lively arena.

Ludo Bagman has finished his opening remarks and officially kicked off the ceremony: "Okay, without further ado, please allow me to introduce the mascot of the Bulgarian national team - Veela!"

"Ah?" Arthur showed a shocked expression, but looking at Molly, who also looked in disbelief, he quickly put away his expression and calmed down.

Harry was a little confused: "What is Mei——"

His unfinished words were stuck in his throat, and he saw a hundred dreamlike and beautiful women sliding towards the arena. Each of them had silky, waist-length silver hair, and their light-colored eyes reflected the lights in the stadium. , every frown and every smile is charming and moving, like the twinkling stars containing intoxicating magic.

The close-fitting clothing with hollow cuts reveals every inch of the body, with plump and slender waists. Their skin seems to be covered with a layer of moonlight, and their hair is flying in the wind, firmly attracting the attention of hundreds of thousands of viewers.

The Veelas began to dance, their plump bodies began to sway, and the layer of psychedelic moonlight covering their bodies became even brighter.

The minds of some wizards in the audience went blank, and a sense of joy and pleasure surged continuously. Their pupils began to dilate, and some crazy and shapeless thoughts began to swirl in their minds. They seemed to feel that Nothing in the world matters anymore, as long as these charming Veela can keep dancing...

The dreamlike magic spreads out in all directions along the shimmering light emitted by the Veela, and a trace of it extends to the line of sight, flowing all the way into those dark and deep eyes, and it is about to follow the eyes and drill deeper, trying to arouse them. The pleasure that the master longs for most.

The crystal blue light lit up slightly, and the weak magic power was crushed to pieces. Loren shook his head. It seemed that Veela also had the same unique magic power as magical animals.

Not far away, Harry and Ron leaned forward involuntarily, trying to get a better look. Fortunately, neither of them made any inappropriate moves. They were probably not bewitched by magic, but just lustful.

Noticing the cannibalistic look in the little witch next to her, Loren grinned at her: "Didn't you ask me to concentrate on watching the mascot show?"

"Does it look good?" Hermione asked in a faint tone.

"I didn't see clearly. Let me look again - it hurts... it hurts..."

Chapter 429: Take it again

"Oh, why are you like this!"

Ginny blushed and complained softly. She pulled Harry back to his seat by the hem of his clothes.

A blush of shame rose on Harry's face, he muttered a few words in a muffled voice that only he could hear, and then sat down in his seat with a serious attitude.

Fudge had a cheerful smile on his face. As the Minister of Magic, he had known that Bulgaria's mascot was Veela for a long time. He had made preparations in advance so he did not make a fool of himself. However, he was still very happy. These Veela were better than Rosmer. Ms. Ta is even more delicate.

Fudge pursed his lips and suppressed his smile, and explained to the surrounding Ministry of Magic staff seriously: "Due to the impact of the werewolf issue at the International Federation of Wizards, Bulgaria has also relaxed a lot about Veela, so this performance was held."

"Yes, yes..." the wizard from the Ministry of Magic responded quickly.

The stadium was filled with angry roars. People didn't want the Veela to leave and tried their best to persuade her to stay.

In the center of everyone's attention, the Veelas on the field have finished their dance and are lined up neatly on one side of the field, waiting to exit one after another.

"Now! Please raise your wand in the air..."

Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "Welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

With a whoosh, a golden-green comet flew into the stadium, flew around the stadium, and then split into two comets of different colors. The two comets rushed towards the scoring ring respectively, dragging a gorgeous ball in the air. At the end of the rainbow flames, a giant clover rises from the rainbow arch bridge, shining with dazzling light.

The clover shook its leaves, and golden raindrops fell cracklingly...

While the Irish leprechaun attracted everyone's attention with gold coins, the Veela exited the stage in an orderly manner and returned to the backstage. Players from Ireland and Bulgaria were already on the court preparing to take the stage, so there was no one in the backstage.

"Have you seen what those men look like? Let me tell you, many of them are completely stupid, hahaha..." A Veela girl chuckled with a pleasant voice.

The other Veela girls gathered together with smiles and started chattering:

"I saw it, I saw it!"

“There were even little wizards who wanted to jump out of the audience!”

"I saw it too! Hehe..."

The lead dancer Veela named Antiricilla looked at them quietly with a peaceful smile on her face, and waited until they had laughed enough before she said aloud: "Pack your things, let's go back to our seats to watch the game. "

"Oh, I can't wait to see Krum flying around the field!"

"Me too, me too!"

A trace of helplessness flashed across Antiricla's face. No wonder many wizards in Bulgaria were unwilling to marry Veela. These children were indeed as noisy and chirping as birds.

However, there are examples of werewolves in the front, and aliens like them can also try to strive for equal status. Maybe in the next Quidditch World Cup, they will not have to perform such unflattering dances as today...

"Excuse me, you may not be able to go to the game."

As a sharp voice came, a tall witch shrouded in a black cloak slowly walked out of the backstage entrance and walked up to all the Veela.

The many Veela felt a palpitation in their hearts, and they subconsciously leaned together, surrounding Ms. Antiricilla, and looked at the mysterious witch warily.

Antiricilla wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows, and her silver eyes stared directly at the half of the face exposed under the cloak: "Madam, our schedule is arranged. If you want to invite us to perform, you can-"

"Ha ha……"

A sarcastic chuckle came from under the cloak, but this chuckle was completely different from the female voice that spoke before. It was hoarse, cold, and creepy: "Look at you, you clearly have the magic power to play with wizards at your fingertips, even if you turn into a bird." The demon can defeat the wizard head-on, but it looks like this...it's really sad!"

The Veela surrounding the leader danced with anger in their eyes, and their beautiful lips roared like beasts. Faint scales appeared on their shoulders, as if they were about to stretch out a pair of wings at any time.

"I'm sorry, sir, or madam." Antiricilla looked at the mysterious man in the cloak warily, "We have no intention of participating in any struggle, please leave immediately -"

"[Soul leaving body]"

The Veela's silver-green eyes gradually lost their brilliance, her mind went blank, and dreamlike happiness uncontrollably rose from the bottom of her heart...

A few minutes later, the Veela girls stood neatly in front of the mysterious man in the cloak, with pious and focused expressions.

Bellatrix looked at this group of low-level creatures with disdain. The leader was controlled by an Imperius Curse. The other Veela did not escape immediately, but instead tried to transform into harpies and attack her. It was really Hopelessly stupid.

Low creatures are low creatures, whether they're werewolves, veela, or trolls, it's all the same.

Bellatrix lowered her head: "Master, what should we do next?"

"Don't be anxious..." Voldemort's voice revealed a hint of joy, "Veela has the power to cause impulses. After the Quidditch game, there are always people who are filled with unwillingness and resentment. With just a gentle push from us... chaos will reign. One hundred thousand wizards..."

"Then the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic will reinforce here, and those stupid werewolves can break into Azkaban..." Bellatrix's voice trembled slightly, unable to contain the excitement in her heart, "Even...we have Chance kidnaps Harry Potter!"

The cold voice suddenly rose: "Don't do unnecessary things!"

"Yes, Master."

……

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please warmly welcome - the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team! I introduce to you - Dimitrov! Ivanova! Zograf! Levsky! Vorkano Husband! Volkov! Next up - Krum!"

Ludo Bagman's voice resounded throughout the stadium. His passionate voice was gradually igniting the enthusiasm of the fans, and the golden light shrouding the stadium was getting brighter and brighter.

"Now, please welcome - the Irish Quidditch national team!" Bagman shouted loudly, "the one who is coming out is - Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And - also —And—Lin Qi!”

Ron didn't like the Irish team, curled his lips and began to focus on adjusting his panoramic telescope, observing the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"That's awesome!" He fiddled with the replay knob on the side of the telescope, "I can ask the old guy over there to pick his nose again...and again...and again..."

Harry silently moved his position further away from this man.

Ginny noticed Harry approaching and smiled secretly. For the first time, she felt that Ron was a qualified older brother.

"Look..." Ginny pointed to the infield seats, "Those Veela are back again, but this time they are finally dressed."

Harry resisted the idea of ​​using the panoramic telescope to take a closer look. He only glanced at it from a distance, took a general look, and sighed in surprise: "They are sitting so neatly, not moving."

"Really?" Loren stuck his head out excitedly, "How neat it is, let me see!"

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly and pulled him back to his seat by his clothes: "Stop looking, the game has started."

"..."

Chapter 430 Viktor Krum

Chapter 430 Viktor Krum

"Ah, he-he-they set off!"

"Eagle Head Attack Formation!"

"Troy scores! 10:0, Ireland leads!"

The commentator's harsh voice echoed throughout the stadium, and the roar of the audience's screams was irritating.

Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum was riding a broom outside the main battlefield, his dark eyes wandering around the entire stadium, staring closely at Irish Seeker Lynch, not letting go of any flash. The passing golden light.

The young genius seeker's face was a little gloomy. He had expected the initial defeat, but the points were lost so quickly, and the teammates lost without any strength to fight back. This made him feel a little bad and a little irritable inside.

But it was just irritability. Since he was born in a traditional wizard family in Bulgaria in 1976, he knew at a very young age that his life would never be smooth sailing.

My grandfather died at the hands of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, and my father and other relatives in the family were also persecuted to varying degrees. The Krum family has never recovered... Since then, there has always been a depressive feeling in the family. The atmosphere is depressing enough to drive a normal person crazy.

Before becoming a Quidditch player, people often said that like his father, he had a bad temper, was moody, and had a withdrawn personality...

But who cares?

Viktor Krum didn't want to sink in that atmosphere, so he was eager to win, more eager than anyone thought. Just as his name Viktor means in Latin, he would be the winner. , he will be the conqueror.

"Boskov tactics!"

"Troy - the Irish team scored two more goals in ten minutes! Rewriting the score to 30:0!"

The commentator's disgusting loud voice kept shouting, causing the spectators who could not understand the game to cheer and make the whole stadium tremble and shake.

Viktor Krum lifted the front of the broom, bowed his back, and stared directly at the Irish Seeker Lynch, like a grizzly bear staring at its prey.

He inherited many things from his long-standing Krum family bloodline, including black hair and eyes, a large chiseled nose, and thick and burly limbs.

But that's not all he inherited. He is not a mindless power creature like a troll.

Precise and profound transfiguration is his best subject, and obscure and mysterious black magic is one of his interests. As a native Bulgarian speaker, he also taught himself English...

His fully developed brain makes him responsive, and his sharp eyes can quickly capture fast-moving things. However, his overdeveloped shoulder and neck muscles and thick leg muscles cannot keep up with his nerves. He always thinks when walking on the ground. He waddles like a duck, so people always think he is only good at power sports.

But when he flies up on a broomstick, the muscles on his body no longer limit him. The broomstick becomes a part of his body and can fully respond to his free will. Nothing on the court can hinder him.

Viktor Krum took in a gentle breath and exhaled in a smooth and soothing voice. The muscles in his chest and back tensed and relaxed with his breathing——

The next moment, Krum shot out like a bolt of black lightning, quickly passing through the attacking Bulgarian chasers!

Aidan Lynch, the chaser of the Irish team, only hesitated for a moment and quickly turned his broom to follow. Lynch narrowed his eyes and stared at Krum's thick back. He suspected that this was Krum's fake. action, but thinking that his action interrupted his own Bulgarian attack, he was convinced that he had indeed seen the Golden Snitch.

After Aidan Lynch determined Klum's direction, he began to accelerate, and the two of them fell straight towards the ground of the arena, like meteorites falling from the sky.