HP Magic Biography

"Now, without delay, let me introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian team!"

On the right side of the shelf, a bright red pulley rushed out.

"I'm curious what they brought?" Mr. Weasley said, leaning forward.

"Veeva..." Fanlin said quietly, and only Hermione could hear it.

"Ah!" Mr. Weasley suddenly took off his glasses and hurriedly tucked them into his robe, "Veeva!"

But when a hundred veevas slid onto the square, Harry's question was answered. Why would Mr. Weasley take off his glasses.

Veevas are women... the most beautiful women Harry has ever seen... but they are definitely not human. This puzzled Harry for a while, and he tried his best to guess what they were? What makes their skin white and bright like moonlight? What made their blonde hair fly in the absence of wind... But when the music played, Harry stopped worrying that they were not human.

In fact, all those who were staring at Veeva began to stop worrying about anything.

The velas began to dance. Those people's minds are blank, immersed in joy.

The most important thing now is to watch the velas dance, because if they stop dancing, terrible things will happen.

As Veeva jumped faster and faster, some crazy, shapeless thoughts began to jump in Harry's mind. He wants to do something that impresses people immediately. "It seems like a good idea to jump from the box to the gym, but is it?"

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice came from a distance.

"You should stay calm and use what I gave you."

Fanlin tapped his fingertips on Harry's head, and Harry felt his spirit relax.

Malfoy turned his head in due course. If this was at Hogwarts, a considerable mockery would be inevitable.

However, this is the official box of the Ministry of Magic, and children's contradictions should not be placed here.

As if feeling Fanlin watching him, Malfoy responded fiercely, but soon his gaze narrowed.

It should have been Lucius and Narcissa who gave Draco courage, anyway, this is also a matter of uncertainty.

"Thank you, I will pay attention." Harry said, he regained his sanity, but he didn't dare to admire those pleasant but powerful veevas.

"Those are Veela." Fanlin said, he thought of Furong unconsciously.

"Veeva?" Harry was puzzled, he turned his gaze to the woman in the field again, and...

But soon the music ended, and Harry blinked. He is standing with one leg on the wall of the box. Beside him, Ron froze, as if he had just dived from a springboard.

Angry shouts rang all over the stadium. No one wants Veeva to go. Harry was the same as them. Of course he can support the Bulgarian team, and he has no idea why he put a green clover on his chest. At the same time, Ron was casually tearing the clover from his hat.

Mr. Weasley smiled, leaning towards Ron, and took the hat in his hand.

"You will need it," he said, "as soon as the Irish team starts talking."

"Oh?" Ron opened his mouth and looked at the Veeva lined up on the edge of the square.

Hermione exclaimed impatiently, "Shhh!" She stood up, pulled Harry back to his seat, and said, "Be honest! Fanlin has pulled you just now, but you..."

"Sorry, but... I just want to see..."

"Don't participate in Veeva's dance." Fanlin said, "It's scary."

"Horror?" Harry couldn't believe it. "But how could..."

Harry pointed to those beautiful and disproportionate young ladies, but thought of losing control twice...

"When they became humans, they were beautiful young women, wearing tulle dancing under the moon of a midsummer night. Men who were obsessed with them would forget everything in the world, eat, drink, and sleep. If there is that unfortunate person Participating among them while Veeva was dancing, they could only dance non-stop, until finally dying exhausted. If people accidentally walk into the fairy ring, where Veeva once danced, doom and disease must be Will always follow that person. Although Veevas are sometimes friendly to humans, heal humans, predict, etc., but they are very temperamental and they will not bear being deceived, especially those who do not keep their promises , They will punish them severely."

"Become a human?"\'

"Those are magical creatures." Fanlin said, "Although there are also human beings, you will never want to see a Veeva as a magical creature."

"The look of a magical creature..." Harry and Ron swallowed.

"When Veeva loses control, their heads will become the heads of birds with big beaks, and a pair of scale-covered wings grow on their shoulders. They will rush past like a fireball." Fan Lin Ping gestured, as if these veils were really going to rush over.

Harry shuddered in fright, but Ron didn't take it seriously, these beautiful girls...

This is magic common sense...

Fanlin shook his head. He didn't want to do too many disputes. In this time, Fanlin might as well...

Forget it, Furong is still terrible, terrible creature.

"Now," Neutrogena. Bagmon's voice sounded again, "Please raise your wands...

Because the mascot of the Irish team is about to play! "

"

In the next second, something that looked like a big green and golden comet buzzed to the hall. It circled the stadium around the stadium, and then divided into two smaller comets, each flying towards the goal. A rainbow suddenly appeared on the square, connecting the two balls. The crowd kept making "wow" and "ah" sounds, as if watching a fireworks display. Now the rainbow faded, and the two luminous **** merged into a body again. They formed a huge, gleaming clover, which rose to the sky and began to fly in the sky. Something like golden rain fell one after another.

"Excellent!" Ron shouted. The clover flew above them, and heavy gold coins fell, scattered on their heads and seats. Glancing at the clover, Harry found that it was made up of thousands of small, bearded men in red vests, each holding a golden or green lamp.

"This is a dwarf!" Fanlin said, now he seems to play a role of understanding.

There was fierce applause in the field, and the crowd was raging, and many people did not hesitate to fight against the gold under the chair.

"This is for you," Ron yelled happily, putting a handful of gold coins into Harry's hand, "Give you the money for the telescope, now you have to buy me a Christmas present, haha!"

"Those are all fake, Ron." Fanlin said helplessly, "These will turn into his original things, some waste in the next day."

"Follow him, anyway now..."

"Unseen Tubao..."

The discordant voice finally rang.

"Let him pick it up, he can't have so much in his life." Malfoy's voice rang. He was already very close to several people unknowingly. The voice did not attract Fudge's attention. Accompany the Bulgarian.

"You still hate it, Malfoy." Fan Linpo felt a little helpless. After seeing so many troubles, he now felt that Draco was really bored and anxious.

However, it seems to be good as a life adjustment.

Secondly, the youth is so happy...

"I hate it?" Malfoy saw that Fanlin was speaking. He did not choose to be tough. In fact, this is also linked to strength.

"You have to be clear where this is, the private box of the Ministry of Magic official, here are the big figures of the Ministry..."

"You too?" Fanlin asked rhetorically.

"My dad is." Draco stunned, and he said this, but then he blushed, as if being held back alive.

"Really..." Fan Lin shook his head.

Malfoy wanted to attack Fanlin, but when he thought of Fanlin's suppression of him, even if Lucius and Narcissa were there, he didn't dare to push Fanlin too hard.

He has four years left at Hogwarts.

But what kind of mentality is this?

Malfoy wanted to shift the target to Ron and Harry, but Ron's father was from the Ministry of Magic, and Fanlin's grandfather...

The minister of a powerful magic division with real power is much stronger than a minister like Fudge.

Of course Lucius could inquire clearly, and he reminded Draco for unnecessary trouble.

Harry is left now, but...

"If you have any questions about my godson, boy...I don't mind having an in-depth discussion with your father."

A luxurious and corrupt nobleman, Sirius walked into the box from the outside. As a hero of the magical world, he certainly has his place here.

Sirius did not lower his voice. Naturally, the movement here attracted the attention of Lucius and his party.

"Oh, Black, you are here." Fudge looked very enthusiastic. He hugged Sirius and invited him to sit down beside him.

"Thank you, Minister." Sirius gave a warm hug.

Although full of slots, Fanlin had to admit that sometimes Sirius could still give him some surprises, provided that this guy didn't let him dove out.

"Get angry with a child, Black...I have to doubt..." Lucius said with a gloomy face.

"I have to doubt the education method of the Malfoy family. Maybe it needs some improvement and it may not be necessary to exclude some unnecessary..." Sirius said.

Lucius sneered.

"Blake, I'm so happy that you can come..." Fudge hurriedly came out and led the topic away. Sirius was so happy, he must show some face to the boss.

Lucius called Malfoy back, and it seemed that such a flattening didn't make him feel much happy.

Harry seemed to want to say something to his godfather, after all, he hadn't touched Sirius during the whole vacation... However, it seemed that Sirius didn't have time now.

"Isn't he coming?" Hermione said dissatisfiedly.

"He must come, such a major gathering, as a new hero in the wizarding world..." Fanlin complained, "Let's watch the game. He doesn't have time now. Maybe we should teach him a lesson later."

The resolution was passed by three votes very quickly. Ron had no idea what was going on. He thought he was going to teach Malfoy, which made Ron very excited.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen! Let us warmly welcome-the Bulgarian National Quidditch!"

Bagmon said.

A bright red figure riding on a broomstick appeared at the entrance to the loud applause. "Avennu!"

The second player appeared.

"Zhou Griff! Lethki! Wilkenu! Folkov! Ah! Krum!"

"It's him, it's him!" Ron shouted, and everyone's attention was quickly diverted.

Ron stared at Krum with his binoculars. Harry immediately adjusted the focus of his own.

Victor Krum was a thin black man with a curved nose and dark black eyebrows.

He looks very sophisticated. It's hard to believe that he is only eighteen years old.

"Now, let us welcome-the Irish Quidditch team!" Bagmon shouted, "Appearance-Kenonley! Ryan! Tlow! Mollet! Moran! Quick Gurley! Ah!

Lions! "

Seven people in green clothes appeared in the square. Harry turned the switch next to the binoculars, slowed the players' movements, and saw the characters on the players' broomsticks and the silver-decorated names on their backs.

"This is a referee from Egypt not far away, Heisen Mostev recognized by the Magic International Quidditch Association!"

A thin wizard strode into the square. His head is completely bald, he has a beard like Mr. Dursley, and he wears a pure golden stalk, which matches the color of the gym.

He held a silver whistle, a large wooden box under his arm, and his broomstick on the other side.

Harry and Ron adjusted their binoculars back to normal again, and they clearly saw Mostev riding on his broomstick and opening the wooden box-four **** jumped into the air, the bright red one called Ghost Flying Ball. Two black wandering balls, and a small, winged golden snitch.

At the sound of a whistle, Mostef also flew into the air.

"They...they... begin!" Bagmon shouted. "This is Morite! Tello!

Moran! Dimitfer! Back to Morite! Tello! Lathkey! Moran! "

This is Quidditch~www.readwn.com~ Fanlin has never played before. However, it looks good.

Harry was also nervous. He put the telescope tightly in front of his eyes, and his glasses were pressed against the bridge of his nose by the telescope. The speed of the players is unbelievable-the speed of passing the ghost ball between the chasers is so fast that Bagmon only has time to say their names.

Harry tossed the slow down button on the telescope and pressed the "repeat" button again so that he could see the slow motion immediately. The lens was shining purple, and the loud shouts shook his eardrums.

"Hawkhead attack mode." Harry said.

Fan Lin looked at it unconsciously. The three Irish chasers stood tightly together. Tello was in the middle, and slightly ahead were Mollet and Moran. They defended the Bulgarians together. Then Tello pretended to throw The ghost fly ball, led the Bulgarian chaser Evinnu away, and quickly passed the ghost fly ball to Moran, a Bulgarian attacker Folkov, who used his stick to slam the flying away. The ball, hit it to Moran's side, Moran lowered his head, avoided the walking ball, and threw the ghost fly hard; Lions below him caught it.