Hogwarts Homecoming

Luckily it's dark in here! --Harry, whose face turned red with shame, thought happily. On the other side, Mr. Weasley smiled and stopped Ron from tearing off his shamrock hat while pulling his legs out from the gap between the railings.

Immediately afterwards, the mascots of the Irish team also began to enter, and the rain of gold coins that filled the sky undoubtedly pushed the atmosphere in the stadium to a peak again. Ron cheered and ran around in the box. The few gold coins that had fallen into this box were all gathered into his arms. Looking at the handful of gold coins in his hand, Ron only hesitated for a moment, and then handed them to Harry.

"It's even!" Ron shouted happily. "If we win the bet, we'll split the money equally, Harry!"

The warm-up programs of both teams were undoubtedly a great success, and now, it was time to reach the most anticipated part. The riotous crowd unconsciously became quiet, and everyone was waiting for the next player to appear. Harry Holding his breath, his green eyes shined in the gloom.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please warmly welcome - the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team! I introduce to you - Dimitrov, Ivanova, Dograf, Levski, Vorkano Husband, Volkov!"

A series of figures in red outfits riding on broomsticks flew into the arena from an entrance below. They were flying so fast that they could hardly be seen clearly.

"Finally!" Ludo's voice sounded again, "Krum!"

The cheers almost lifted the ceiling of the stadium. Ron kept shouting excitedly, completely unaware that Hermione was looking at him with dissatisfaction.

"As for that, he's just a Quidditch player!"

"You don't understand boys, Hermione."

Sirius said with a smile after hearing the complaint.

Krum, who drove Ron crazy, was dark and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a big aquiline nose, and two thick black eyebrows. He looked like a very huge eagle. It's hard to believe he's only eighteen.

"Now, please welcome - the Irish Quidditch National Team!"

Bagman shouted in a loud voice, "Coming out is--Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And--and--Lynch!"

Seven blurry green figures flew towards the arena. Harry turned a button on the side of the panoramic telescope, slowed down their movements, and saw clearly that their broomsticks all had 'Firebolts' printed on them, and he also saw Their names were embroidered with silver thread on their backs.

Then, the person who came on stage was Hassan Mustafa, the well-known president of the Quidditch Federation, a short, lean wizard, wearing a tired golden wizard robe that matched the color of the stadium.

Harry has never seen such a wonderful Quidditch match. He is the seeker of the Gryffindor team at Hogwarts. He has experienced many difficult games. It can be said that he has experienced hundreds of battles, but when he comes When he went to the Quidditch World Cup finals and watched the world's top Quidditch match, he realized the gap between the Hogwarts Academy Cup and professional players.

There was no other game as intense as the current one. The players' speed was unbelievably fast. The extremely high frequency of Quaffle switching meant that Bagman only had time to announce the names of the players.

Just a few minutes into the game, the Irish team broke through the iron wall built by Bulgaria and took the lead in scoring ten points.

The whole audience burst into cheers, and the box became a sea of ​​joy. Ginny and Hermione stood up from their seats, jumping up and down with joy, waving their arms constantly. Harry had never seen Hermione compete in a competition. The Diqi game had never been so exciting, and Ron's performance was not much different. However, after coming back to his senses, he immediately stared at Ludo, who was explaining the game, with eager eyes.

On the edge of the field, the leprechauns brought by the Irish team were also celebrating. They rose into the air again, forming a huge sparkling clover, while the Veela opposite them looked at them with gloomy faces.

The Irish team did not live up to people's expectations. After taking the lead, they did not let their guard down, but pressed forward step by step. They continued to expand their advantage with extremely fast offensive and amazing tacit understanding. Within ten minutes, the tall and tall players on the opposite side of the box The number displayed on the scoreboard has changed to 30:0.

The competition becomes more intense and more cruel!

The Bulgarian players have a tenacity. They know that their only hope of winning the game is their talented seeker Krum, but they are not timid to start a point-grabbing battle with the Irish team. With their efforts, Bulgaria's scoreboard finally reached zero.

"You'd better plug your ears now, little ones!"

Sirius shouted as he saw the Veela starting to dance in celebration. Harry listened to the advice and plugged his ears, and he also closed his eyes. Indeed, the Veela's dance was intoxicating, but Harry preferred to focus on the current game.

"Look, Krum seems to have discovered the Golden Snitch!"

Harry suddenly shouted loudly.

Everyone quickly turned their attention away from those heroic chasers and locked onto the two seekers, Krum and Lynch!

Among the players floating in the air, Lynch and Klum fell quickly, as fast as jumping out of an airplane without a parachute.

The two men headed straight down, seemingly determined to either catch the snitch or hit the ground.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione beside Harry exclaimed.

She was only half right. At the last second, Viktor Krum stopped his dive. The strong wind he stirred up overwhelmed a lawn and then rose again. He circled and flew away, while Lynch fell heavily. On the ground, there was a thud that could be heard throughout the stadium and a groan went up from the seats of the Irish crowd.

"Fool!" complained Mr. Weasley, "Krum is just pretending!"

"The game is stopped!" roared Mr. Bagman.

Trained on-field doctors rushed to the field and began examining Lynch's injury.

"He's fine, it's just too much force!"

Charlie, who is also outstanding in this field, comforted Ginny and said - Ginny moved to the side of the box with a look of horror on her face, not daring to watch the stadium anymore. Hermione also tightly grasped the robe of Harry, who was looking back at the scene with the panoramic telescope, and held her breath.

"Of course, this is exactly what Krum wants to achieve!"

Sirius also stood up from his seat, came to Harry's side, and said with a little emotion

"Lonski fakes a move to pin down the dangerous Seeker. This is a very difficult move. Apart from James, I have never seen any Seeker do it so well in real life!"

Finally, Lynch stood up. Amid the loud cheers of the green-clad supporters, he mounted his Firebolt, kicked off his feet, and jumped into the air. His recovery seemed to give the Irish team new confidence, and when the referee blew the whistle again, the Chasers quickly organized their attack, and their skills were nothing short of superb, something Harry had never seen before.

After another intense fifteen minutes, the Irish team scored ten goals in succession. They are now leading with 130:10!

Ron seemed to have finally recovered from the intense and exciting game. Now the situation of the game was evolving as he predicted. Ron stared at Ludo Bagger who seemed completely unaware that he was about to lose a large amount of money. Mann took out Professor Blaine's Merlin coin from his pocket and began to pray.

Harry grinned. Anyway, if the result of the game turns out to be what Ron predicted, he can also get a large sum of gold. In this case, he can buy himself a special broomstick maintenance box. This It was the one that he had been greedy for a long time but was not willing to buy.

Harry was about to take his eyes away from Ron and focus on the game. When he turned around, he glanced at the scene in the box. Facing such a wonderful game, most people couldn't keep calm and stood up one after another. Stretch your neck and look at the field so as not to miss the details.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic's eyes widened, as if he was worried about the outcome of this game, and out of courtesy, Fudge was comforting him.

None of this is surprising, but—

Harry saw Lucius Malfoy leading his wife and Draco out of the box while no one was looking!

The game is in full swing, what are they going to do?

Harry blinked, and he noticed that Lucius and his wife Narcissa had a solemn expression with a hint of eagerness, as if they couldn't wait to leave, while their son, Draco, looked a little confused, although He followed behind his parents, but his eyes staring at their parents' backs were full of reluctance and confusion.

Under the cover of intense action, no one noticed except Harry, who caught a glimpse of it by accident.

Lucius didn't pause until he reached the door of the box. He looked at Fudge in the box. After confirming that Fudge didn't notice that he was about to leave, he glanced at Sirius with his eyes. There was a hint of chill in the darkness. .

Looking at the Lucius family who disappeared from sight, Harry felt a sudden chill in his heart.