Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

'It is said that when a male wizard sees a Veela, his mind goes blank and he is overwhelmed with extreme joy.'

Looking at the veelas posing coquettishly below with a calm expression, Dudley thought about their characteristics.

So if a wizard and a veela are together, will they not be afraid of Dementors?

Or would it be more efficient to use Veela as an aid in practicing the Patronus Charm?

The song ended quickly, and the Veela left the arena one by one. Angry roars broke out from the audience. It was obvious that the male wizards did not want the Veela to leave.

But they soon quieted down because the Irish team mascot appeared on the field - the Irish leprechaun.

At the same time, golden rain began to fall from the sky.

Those are gold coins!

At this moment people went crazy again.

Beauty and money.

Both teams are playing tricks.

It’s a pity that beauty is fake and money is fake.

Next it was the turn of the two teams to take the field. When Krum appeared, cheers rang out again in the stadium. It was obvious that this player was very popular with everyone.

"The Golden Snitch is behind you"

"Too slow, I'm underneath you now."

"Left railing position, left"

Dudley, who was sitting in the audience, was able to follow the flying Golden Snitch, but the others couldn't, including Krum, sorry.

If Dudley plays this kind of competitive game, no one else will have to play.

The Irish team had very solid basic skills and their team coordination was far superior to that of the Bulgarian team. They scored several goals in a row, almost crushing the Bulgarian team. The score was quickly pulled to dozens to zero. It can be said that they were hanging the Bulgarian team.

If the Bulgarian team wants to win, they can only rely on Krum to catch the Golden Snitch and end the game.

And it has to be as soon as possible.

A Golden Snitch only has 150 points. If the gap between the two teams exceeds 150 points, even if it is caught, it will lose.

Halfway through the game, the mascots of the two teams started fighting.

The Veela revealed their true forms one after another, causing the wizards who had been fascinated by them to shake their heads.

The score was 10:100.

The two teams are not at the same level at all, the difference is too big.

Dudley strongly suspected that the Bulgarian team was able to reach the finals because their opponents in the semi-finals let them down.

Krum finally caught the Golden Snitch with his superb skills, but it was too late. The gap between the two had exceeded 150 points.

The Quidditch World Cup ended amid endless sighs.

夜晚

The wizards who watched the game returned to their tents and gathered in groups of three or five with their friends. They boasted and talked while drinking, and they were having a great time.

However, alcohol can paralyze people's nerves, and even wizards are not immune to this.

At the same time, there is a saying that alcohol makes people bolder. Ninety percent of mass incidents are caused by drinking.

Drinking too much will cause trouble. Alcohol will paralyze the nerves and magnify the dark side of human nature.

The most important point here is that not all of the 100,000 wizards have the same quality.

The sounds of jeers, laughter, and shouting resounded through the sky.

Some of the drunken wizards staggered from side to side but insisted on moving forward, and no one knew where they were going. Some simply lay on the ground and fell asleep, while others simply hugged a big tree and did some unspeakable things.

And some wizards.

Cries and shouts echoed across the wizarding grounds.

I saw four struggling figures floating in the air, their bodies torn and twisted into various strange shapes.

It was the guard of the second camp. A family of four was captured by drunken wizards.

The wizards were laughing and the Muggles were screaming.

What could be more exciting and enjoyable than playing with Muggles?

People will always be violent towards the weak.

The youngest Muggle tortured by the wizards was only five or six years old. He was the child of the guard of the second camp. At this time, his body was spinning like a top, his head was limp and tilted to one side, without any reaction. He seemed to be silent and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Even though it was so noisy, it didn't attract the attention of any wizards, or the wizards in the tent heard it, but they all chose to remain silent.

No wizard would get into a fight over a few Muggles and drunks.

Especially when the other side has so many people.

More and more wizards joined the ranks of torturing Muggles. They wore hoods on their heads and masks on their faces, as if they were worried about being recognized by others.

What is the Ministry of Magic, which is supposed to maintain order, doing at this time?

Mr. Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was sleeping soundly in his tent, seemingly unaware of what was happening outside.

Madam Umbridge, Deputy Minister of Magic, sipped her coffee and admired the cat on her wall.

Ludo Bagman, the head of the Department of Sports and Physical Education, was counting Galleons in his room.

In fact, Fudge is not the only Minister of Magic among the 100,000 wizards.

None of them stood up.

As the old saying goes

At first they arrested my neighbors, but I didn’t stand up. Then they arrested my friends, but I chose to remain silent. When they came to arrest my relatives, I still didn’t stand up to oppose. Now it’s my turn.

The crazy wizards set fire to the surrounding tents

This was a premeditated attack.

Chapter 256: Auntie presses

Crazy and chaotic just like it was more than a decade ago.

The raging flames spread in all directions, sweeping across the entire venue, and the wizards in the tents rushed out shouting.

There were shadows swaying everywhere, spells flying everywhere, and terrible laughter mixed with the cries of Muggles resounding through the sky.

The English Ministry of Magic is really amazing. At the Quidditch World Cup with a gathering of 100,000 people, there was not even a team of Aurors to maintain order.

Let wizards abide by the rules consciously?

is it possible?

It's impossible to ask a thousand ordinary people to follow the rules without someone to maintain order, let alone one hundred thousand wizards from all over the world?

Can't do it at all.

There are no protective measures and no background checks.

There's no telling how many dark wizards are mixed in among these 100,000 people. This is simply the best opportunity to cause trouble. You'd be sorry if you don't take this opportunity to make some big news.

"Bullying ordinary people makes you feel accomplished?"

"A group of garbage."

Just when this group of crazy wizards were about to carry out the next torture, a deafening roar resounded through the sky, causing the originally shouting wizards to cover their ears in pain. The brief tinnitus caused them to temporarily lose their hearing.

Having lost the magical support, the administrator and his family, who were controlled by the spell, fell from the sky. Less than half a meter from the ground, a breeze caught them and gently placed them on the ground.

When everyone's hearing was restored, a strange rhythm of BGM sounded in their ears.

"Auntie, press it."

A huge moon rose at some point, illuminating the road ahead. Three burly, muscular men appeared in the sight of these crazy wizards.

The leader had his hands on his hips, legs crossed, looking very coquettish (Dudley Dursley).

The person on the left has his legs crossed and his five fingers spread out less than five centimeters away from his face (Neville Longbottom).

The person on the right is in a half-squatting position with his hands placed in front of his chest in the shape of a cross (Harry Potter).

There was a speaker not far away from the three of them, and the BGM with a strange rhythm was coming from it.

Without speakers, it always feels like something is missing.

His cold eyes swept over this group of people. It seemed like a group of drunken wizards were making trouble, but in fact it was organized and planned.

It seems that they destroy everything wherever they go, but in fact, their route and purpose are very clear.

They are approaching their tent.

The answer is, it's very simple.

For Harry, for Harry Potter.

Death Eaters? Or just some drunks messing around?

In fact, Dudley was quite curious that there were still restless Death Eaters who dared to show up.

You know, that person hasn't come back yet.

'Whoosh! '

Without any unnecessary nonsense, more than ten spells emitting green light shot straight towards the three people.

Not Avada

Just an ordinary curse.

Before Voldemort returns completely and the order set by the Ministry of Magic completely collapses, even evil dark wizards who really want to kill people have to think twice before casting the three unforgivable spells.

So I only dare to do some small things here.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be great to just capture the Ministry of Magic?

Faced with these spells, Dudley, with his hands on his hips, simply puffed out his chest and took all of the dozen or so spells.

Chest to receive the spell, no pressure.

There was no change in the body, as if the evil spells had lost their effect.

Magic resistance that exceeded the damage of spells allowed Dudley to ignore these attacks.

This level of magic power is too weak.

Instantly, Dudley evaluated this group of wizards - a mob.

Seeing that the first attack was useless, the wizards immediately launched a second round of attacks, with more than ten spells. Their targets were very clear and their attacks were very rhythmic.

On the other side, Dudley slowly took out his wand, and the magic crystal on the side of the wand emitted a faint light.

With a powerful wave of his hand, the dozen or so magic spells disappeared in an instant like a stone sinking into the sea.

Just like Dumbledore faced countless Death Eaters a dozen or twenty years ago.

Relaxed and casual.

Possessing strength far beyond that of normal wizards, he can resolve crises with ease, and his every move and gesture is quite graceful.

While the group of wizards were still in shock, Dudley waved his hand lightly, and ropes made of mud immediately shot out from the ground, knocking down the wands in one go and tightly tying up the wizard who had just attacked him, and then packed him into a ball.

At the same time, Harry and Neville rushed to both sides.

The speed was very fast, so fast that the wizards only felt a gust of wind blowing, and many wizards were attacked.

In fact, although both of them developed rapidly during the holidays, they had not reached the exaggerated level they are now.

The reason why they have such strong bodies now is because they drank the potion given by Dudley.

A potion called Bresta Potion that grants the abilities of four beasts at once.

The eagle's eyes allow them to keenly capture the attack trajectory of the spell.

The wolf's ears allow them to see through the enemy's little movements and tricks.

The leopard's speed allows them to easily avoid the tidal-like attacks of magic spells.