The days at Hogwarts

One hundred thousand wizard spectators watched the two Seekers with bated breath. Even the commentator Ludo Bagman couldn't help but exclaimed: "Merlin, they are going to fall to the ground!"

boom--

Aidan Lynch fell heavily to the court ground, blood splattered.

And Viktor Krum calmly pulled up the broomstick, and Shi Shiran rose into the sky again. Krum looked around with a cold expression, not even looking at Lynch on the ground.

Everything was as expected. In fact, he didn't find the Golden Snitch at all. His downward dive was just a confusing move. The Seeker on the opposite side really grabbed his position, but he didn't expect that he would change direction at the last moment...

"The game is suspended!"

Following the referee's gesture and the commentator's shout, the two teams each hovered over their own pitch. The therapist from St. Mungo's Magic Wounded Hospital quickly rushed into the field and checked Aidan Lynch's injury with quick movements.

There was a lively discussion in the audience seats, and the top box was no exception.

"No, isn't it said that Krum is the best at Wronsky's fake moves?" Ginny hugged Harry's arm tightly, with a look of horror on her face, as if she was frightened, and she stammered, "Why did Aidan... Lynch will still be fooled..."

Harry gently patted her shoulder and explained: "This is where he was smart. He interrupted his own team's attack before diving, which made Lynch completely believe that he had found the Golden Snitch."

"Yes, really?" Ginny poked her head out and glanced at Lynch on the ground. She was so frightened by the bloody scene that she retracted her head and buried it in Harry's arm without daring to raise her head.

Hermione: ...

Feeling blind, Hermione looked around at everyone and found that no wizard seemed surprised by this scene. She couldn't help but ask: "Is he okay? Can the game continue?"

"Don't worry!" Ron said carelessly, "Krum is best at Wronsky's fake moves. In every game, some unlucky guy will be injured. The therapist already has experience!"

Hermione sat back in her seat uneasy and sighed in Loren's ear: "I really still don't like this sport."

Loren smiled: "At least tonight's game doesn't look like it will last five days."

Hermione glanced at the blood on the ground from a distance. Although the therapist was very skilled in treating fractures, she was a little worried that the blood of the Irish team's Seeker would not be able to withstand such bleeding...

A few minutes later, Aidan Lynch took to the sky again on his broomstick. His injury seemed to arouse the anger of the Irish team. The chasers quickly reorganized a more violent attack, and the ferocity suddenly increased to a level. . The Irish team's offensive was like a bursting flame, which completely overwhelmed the Bulgarian team and could only watch the score getting wider and wider.

Scores flapped on the scoreboard, Ireland: 170, Bulgaria: 10.

Viktor Krum glanced at the scoreboard expressionlessly, turned his broom around, and dived straight toward the ground again.

Chapter 431 The lights are bright

The stadium, which had been noisy all night, was silent at the moment. In the huge venue, it was as if you could hear a pin drop. The 150 spectators present stared blankly at the golden stream of light representing points, speechless for a moment.

Klum flew lightly in the air, and spots of blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth, fell on Bulgaria's bright red robe, and disappeared quietly. It was hit by an Irish batsman during the sprint.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and raised it high, a faint but shocking golden light flowing out from between his fingers.

The scoreboard floating in mid-air is painful to the eyes——

Bulgaria: 160

Ireland: 170

Loren raised the camera and focused for a moment. "The blood-stained Seeker holding up the golden light", "the silent auditorium" and "the scoreboard occupying half the sky" merged together, and the picture was frozen.

Click.

The sound of the camera seemed to trigger some kind of switch, and the silence was broken. Thunderous cheers swept from the auditorium to the entire stadium, getting louder and louder, deafening. Everyone in the stadium could feel the space shaking with countless joys. The shouts almost overturned the stadium.

Bagman shouted at the top of his lungs: "Ladies and gentlemen, let us congratulate tonight's champion! The Irish National Team!"

"Ireland!"

"Ireland!"

……

"He's got it! Krum's got it! Game over!"

Harry's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and Krum's wonderful performance made his blood boil.

"The Irish team won..." Ron looked sad. "Krum ended the game because he knew they would never catch up."

Not far away, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic heard their words and sighed heavily: "I must say, we fought bravely."

"Yes -" Fudge nodded in agreement, his expression stagnant, and he turned to look at him in disbelief, "You, can you speak English?"

"Oh, yes." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic smiled.

Fudge was so angry that he gritted his teeth and shouted louder: "But you made me keep gesticulating here all day long!"

The Bulgarian minister shrugged: "I thought you liked to communicate in sign language. That's interesting, isn't it?"

"you--"

"Minister, the trophy has been brought up. It's time for you to go up to the stage to award the award."

A Ministry of Magic employee whispered next to Fudge.

Fudge and anger were tumbling in his heart. He gasped and glared at the Bulgarian minister. He reluctantly put on a kind smile and walked towards the stage under the lights.

The face-changing speed was so fast that Loren exclaimed: "Minister Fudge is a decent man."

Arthur nodded in agreement.

Molly:…

She probably knows why her husband has not been promoted for decades.

Molly stood up and greeted the family: "Let's go, dear children, it's time for us to go back to the camp."

"Oh, can't you stay a little longer..." Ron looked at the handful of gold coins dropped by the Irish leprechaun reluctantly. Although he knew they were fake, it still made him feel happy to look at them a few more times.

"Yes, yes, it's not over yet, mom!"

Ginny hugged one of Harry's arms tightly, her eyes shining brightly.

Harry reluctantly looked at Klum in the Bulgaria rest area, still immersed in the frustration of losing.

Loren glanced at the scene outside the stands. Fudge was very kind and said a long and decent speech, but no one cared. The players of the Irish team took the trophy and rose into the sky. They were flying around the field on broomsticks, enjoying the fans. Their cheers...

It seems that it is still early for the discrete field.

Molly smiled and nodded Ginny's forehead: "It will be too late after the show ends. Look at how many people are here. You don't have to think about how chaotic it will be later."

"I know, Mom..." Ginny sighed melancholy.

After packing up their things and following Molly, everyone slowly walked out of the box and walked downstairs on the purple-red carpeted stairs. Before walking out of the door, Loren looked back and saw that the house elf Winky was still burying her head in her hands. Sarah Jorkins hummed a tune easily, and the wizard hidden under the invisibility cloak looked intently at the scoreboard with a smile on his lips.

……

"Oh, it's really exciting...I'm extremely sure that this game will be talked about for several years." Arthur muttered.

"Yeah..." Bagman said hoarsely. His expression was confused and he looked very tired. He was not as energetic as he was during the day. "What an unexpected turn..."

George and Fred crowded around Charlie, who supported Bulgaria, winking, waving their hands and cheering:

"Krum! Krum!"

"Krum! Krum!"

"..."

Charlie couldn't help but stay away from his two younger brothers.

"That Wonsky fake move just now will definitely be selected into the top ten of the year!" Ron kept talking, "Krum is not just an athlete, he is an artist..."

Ginny pulled Harry and whispered, "I think he's in love with Krum."

Harry was lowering his head and playing with the telescope to play back Wronsky's fake move. He couldn't help laughing when he heard this, completely unaware that Ginny had been tugging on his arm.

As they walked out of the gymnasium, they could still faintly hear the roar of cheers behind them. The forest was already foggy in the middle of the night, gray and cool... They walked on the soft soil towards the camp, their footsteps making a deep and shallow sound.

This Quidditch World Cup doesn't seem to have ended successfully, but the game is over, what else can go wrong...

Loren unconsciously fiddled with the camera hanging around her neck, rubbing her thumbs on the few photos, feeling the marks left by the developing solution after it dried on the photos.

"..."

Hermione pursed her lips and watched silently as the man caressed her silly face in the photo, and continued to touch her all the way.

I have to find a way to get the photos.

No, I have to find a way to get the camera.

……

Irish green ribbons floated throughout the stadium. Compared to the lively and joyful scene of the winning team, the scene of the losing Bulgarian team was much cooler. Viktor Krum, who had a gloomy face and said nothing, made this kind of scene The atmosphere is more solemn.

The several therapists surrounding him did not dare to speak, and left after hurriedly checking the injuries.

His teammates and coaches looked at his face. They wanted to say something but didn't dare. Shame and self-blame slowly filled their hearts, so they had no choice but to remain silent.

After all, they were the ones holding Krum back. If the score hadn't been too far behind, Krum alone would have won the game.

Looking at his teammates with twinkling eyes, Krum sighed inwardly. This is how the rumors of being moody and bad-tempered developed.

In fact, he doesn't blame these people. Bulgaria is just a small country with a small number of wizards, and wizards who love and are good at Quidditch are even rarer. It is already very rare to be able to assemble a team and defeat many countries to reach the finals.

Moreover, their training time was not sufficient, especially when he was still in school at Durmstrang... He was still young, and he was sure that he would win the Quidditch World Cup before he died. This was just an ordinary failure. That’s all.

Klum was silent for a moment, then quickened his pace and left the court.

The rest of the team, even the coach, breathed a sigh of relief: "Stop standing here. I have aged malt whiskey in my tent. Does anyone want to try it?"

The players looked at each other, cheered and ran forward with their coach in unison.

"By the way, the Veela are still in the lounge, should we invite them?"

"Do you want to run around the campground naked?"

"of course not!"

"Then stay away from them! The minister will arrange for them!"

……

In the lounge, the chandelier hung straight down from the ceiling, hanging over the heads of the Veelas in formation. The low light illuminated the shadows extending in all directions. The outermost shadow had spread to the wall, and was as narrow as a monster's claws.

Choose people to devour.

A chilling whisper echoed in the room:

"Look at that funny green, look at those ugly little leprechauns...the Ireland they support actually defeated the Bulgaria you support..."

"How ridiculous, how absurd..."

As the whispers echoed, traces of anger appeared on the blank faces of the Veelas, and hoarse exhalation sounds that were completely unlike humans came one after another. It was a sound that human throats could never produce.

"Hohoho..."

The low laughter that was enough to give people goosebumps lasted for a while: "You should be angry, you should let people see your anger...just need a little help..."

The thick black mist quietly dispersed and slowly filled the entire room.

"Go, ignite the flames of anger and turn everything into burning firewood!"

The handsome faces of the Veela began to elongate, their sharp beaks loomed, and pairs of scaly wings drooped. Strange fluctuations overflowed from the scales, carrying a trance-inducing magic power.

The sound of flapping wings sounded, and the minions hidden in the shadows that chose people to eat began to move out.

……

The lights of the Forest Stadium were still bright and dazzling, but the players from both sides had already left the field, and the spectators were flowing out of the stadium like streams. Officials from the Ministry of Magic who did not need to be on duty left early, leaving only a few people to maintain order.

Barty Crouch climbed up the purple-carpeted stairs and talked with people from the Irish Ministry of Magic for several hours. The deserted stadium, which was already empty, made him feel more at ease.

There's not a lot of people around, so it will be more convenient to bring my son down later.

Barty Crouch thought so and walked quickly to the top box.

Hearing the footsteps, Twinkle, who had been covering her face, put down her hands, her face full of joy: "Master, you are finally back!"

Bertha Jorkins stopped humming and looked at her former boss, Mr. Barty Crouch, with confusion on her face, her brows gradually knitting together.

Why are you here, why did Mr. Barty Crouch come here at this time, and... where is this?

Seeing that the box was empty and that neither Twinkle nor Jorkins looked strange, Crouch breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward: "Bertha, thank you for maintaining order here. The World Cup is over. Go back and rest."

Jorkins' eyes widened slightly. It turned out that this was the World Cup stadium, and she was here to maintain order.

A smile appeared on Crouch's face: "I will apply for a commendation for you. To your current boss, Ludo, go back and rest."

"Thank you, Mr. Crouch." Jorkins smiled, stood up and left the box. The light footsteps as he went downstairs showed the lady's joy.

Crouch's face sank and he glanced at the empty spot next to Shining: "Let's go back to the camp."