Homecoming from Hogwarts

Watching the Malfoy family disappear through the door frame, Harry felt a sense of uneasiness rising in his heart for some reason, so he immediately told Sirius what he had discovered.

"The Malfoys are gone. Didn't they watch the game?"

Sirius was still immersed in the increasingly fierce competition. It took him a few seconds to calm down and understand what Harry was talking about. He looked at the seats reserved by the Malfoy family and found that it was indeed empty, so he frowned. Get up,
"What urgent matter prevented them from even having time to watch the World Cup?"

"I don't know!" Harry said decisively. The unkind look Lucius Malfoy gave Sirius after he entered the box and before he left was like a stone in his heart, making him worried.

"Sirius, I always feel that Malfoy and the others are planning some conspiracy. Maybe they want to deal with you!"

"I wouldn't rule it out, Harry -"

After all, he came from the war years, and Harry was very relieved to see Sirius thinking seriously about his words and giving a positive opinion, but Sirius frowned and looked at Fudge, the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria and the box Other big figures in the magic world, after thinking for a moment, said,

"I will be careful, Harry, but I don't think Malfoy has the guts to cause trouble at the World Cup, unless he wants to face the wrath of the entire Ministry of Magic."

Harry also followed Sirius's eyes and looked over. Indeed, Sirius's judgment made sense.

"We'll talk about it after the game, Harry. Now, what you should do is concentrate on watching the game!"

Sirius reminded Harry with a smile.

Neither Hermione nor Ron noticed their conversation. They watched the game with great interest, and Ron even laughed.

"What's wrong?" Harry rushed to the railing again and said anxiously, "What did I miss?"

Neither Ron nor Hermione paid any attention to Harry's questions, so Harry had to read by himself.

For some reason, the leprechauns brought by the Irish team angrily rose into the air like a swarm of shiny bumblebees and now formed the words "Ha! Ha! Ha!"The Veela across the arena jumped up, tossing their hair angrily, and started dancing again.

Just as Harry was about to cover his ears, Hermione pulled Harry's arm hard. Harry turned his face, and Hermione impatiently pulled his fingers out of his ears.

"Look at the referee!" she giggled.

Harry looked towards the arena below. Referee Hassan Mustafa suddenly landed in front of the dancing Veela. His behavior was very strange. He flexed and stretched his limbs, showed off his muscles, and stroked him excitedly. beard.

"Oh, that's not okay, who will go up and slap the referee?"

Ludo Bagman also found this scene very interesting, he said cheerfully.

From here, the game gradually developed into uncivilized discoveries, with a ferocity and intensity that no one had ever seen before.

The batsmen on both sides were merciless, especially Bulgaria's Volkov and Volkanov. They didn't care whether the thin stick hit the ball or the person, they just swung wildly and beat Dimitrov. Moran went straight to take the Quaffle again, almost knocking her off the broom.

"foul!"

The excited shouts of the crowd made the Quidditch field tremble. There was no doubt that Ireland got two more free throws, and they easily won!

The leprechauns stole the spotlight for the third time tonight, this time forming a giant hand and making a very rude gesture towards the Veela across the field.When the Veela saw this, they suddenly lost control. Instead of dancing, they flew across the arena and started throwing handfuls of flaming objects towards the leprechaun.Harry looked through the telescope and saw that they were no longer beautiful at all.Instead, their faces elongated into pointed, beaked bird heads, and a pair of long, scale-covered wings sprouted from their shoulders—
"My God!"

Harry screamed in panic,

"I have seen them. Professor Brain took me to see the Veela!"

"Oh?"

Mr. Weasley, who was educating the children not to judge books by their appearance, heard Harry's shout and stretched his face with interest.

"Can you elaborate on this part, Harry?"

Harry turned his head to see Hermione staring at him, as if waiting for an explanation.

"Let's talk about it later, Hermione--" Harry shrank his head mentally. He had to think carefully before saying anything about Professor Blaine. "170 points, Bulgaria!"

Ron's excited shout made Hermione temporarily stop her efforts and focus back on the game.

Krum's flying was not as dissipated as it was at the beginning of the game. He was flying crookedly close to the lawn. Ron was stamping his feet anxiously. Whether he could get a piece of gold depended on whether Krum could be there. At this time, he was showing off his power, but Krum had been injured during a previous Bludger, and no one had noticed yet.

"The game should be suspended, Krum is injured!"

Ron shouted at Bagman. Regardless of whether Bagman heard Ron's shout or not, he didn't give any hint to the referee.

Just when Ron was about to go find Buckman, Krum suddenly accelerated on the field. At the same time, Lynch also dived suddenly from the level of the ball frame. Harry was sure that Lynch was not following Krum this time. Tom's Ronsky feint, and they, including himself, saw the Snitch!

Many spectators had already realized what was going on, and green waves once again set off in the arena. Everyone watched helplessly as the two seekers were leveled up somewhere, chasing forward together, and then——
The world quietly pressed the pause button. No one knew how to face the big screen on the other side of the ring showing the match results. Ireland vs. Bulgaria, the score was 170:160!
"Won."

Ron was the first person to speak in the box. He looked at Bagman in a daze, and his tone of voice was like babble.
"Can you believe it, Harry, I won the bet, exactly five hundred Galleons—"

"But why?"

Hermione looked at the hook-nosed golfer on the field, stopping in mid-air and panting.
"He caught the Golden Snitch when Bulgaria was 160 points behind. That was stupid, wasn't it? He should have interfered with Lynch and made him miss the Snitch--"

"Because Krum knows," Harry's excited roar could not even reach the box before being suppressed by the rumble outside,
"They'll never catch Ireland!"

There's a lot going on at this moment, Fudge consoling the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, Ron and Fred George stumbling towards Ludo Bagman who is shouting the results with all his might, Sirius and Mr Weasley and Bill, Charlie and the others stood on the stool and were troubled by this result. Hermione stared at the talented Seeker who went around the field to greet the audience, and understood why so many people were crazy about him. In the Quidditch field, Victor L. Krum is indeed a brave warrior!

The situation outside the box was much more chaotic. Needless to say, the leprechauns of the Irish team and the Veela of Bulgaria started fighting again. The Veela who revealed their true forms were much more vicious than before. Not only did they attack the leprechauns, , and also spread the flames to the fans congratulating the Irish team watching the game on the ground floor.

Conflicts between fans were expected by the Ministry of Magic. Many officials from the Ministry of Magic rushed to the conflict point and tried to separate the angry fans.

"People have been talking about it for years, this game, Jen Harry!"

Sirius also applauded the players on the field desperately, but for some reason, his expression suddenly dimmed and he stared at the back of Harry who was talking to Ron, his gray eyes sparkling with crystal light.

Ron and the twin brothers each received a money bag from Buckman. Ron handed the money bag to Harry dully, his lips licked a few times. It was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing at this moment.

Mr. Weasley stared at the money bag in the hands of his three children. He knew that it contained nearly two thousand galleons, a large amount of money.
"Children, if you are willing, I can stand in Gringotts and help you open a vault. It is not safe to keep such a large amount of money around, if your mother finds out again."

"No!"

Ron regained consciousness all of a sudden, he hugged the purse tightly,
"This money is half of Harry's. I would rather keep it in Harry's vault!"

"We have other uses, Dad!"

Fred and George also gave a no answer, and Mr. Weasley could only smile bitterly at this.

"Come on, Harry—"

Sirius patted Harry's shoulder, who was still unable to calm down, and his voice became much softer.

"It's not something that can be done in a short period of time for [-] people to withdraw. We finally left before everyone reacted."

Sirius's suggestion was wise. Harry nodded and was about to call his friends to leave together. They probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, but at this moment--
boom--
There was a sudden loud muffled sound from below the arena, not one sound, but a series of movements, and Harry could even feel the floor shaking under his feet.

"What's going on, these people haven't calmed down yet?"

Charlie jumped off the stool and said with a frown.



(End of this chapter)