Chapter 269： Quidditch World Cup

Soon, the performance of those little monsters was over. https://

Everyone was very satisfied. They greedily looked at the gold coins in their arms, but they didn't know how stupid their behavior was in the eyes of real experts.

It is also ridiculous. Although the wizarding society is draped in a noble and elegant skin, judging from the mascots of the two national teams today, the aesthetics of the wizarding society as a whole still remains in the rude and barbaric era.

Check out their performance.

Naked color gamut and greed for money, is such a show good-looking?

Mike had to admit that it was very beautiful.

But compared to the large-scale performances in Muggle society, the wizards obviously have not yet bathed in the light of civilization.

After such a wonderful performance, today's highlight, the Irish team and the Bulgarian team officially began.

The two teams started a fierce confrontation, but the audience was not very enthusiastic about it.

After all, the attention of most of them is still on the Jin Jialong in their hands and the Veeva in the Bulgarian rest area.

Although Mike is not very interested in Quidditch, his experience in the Ravenclaw school team still allows him to see the current situation on the court.

Compared with the Irish team, the people present are more optimistic about the Bulgarian team, after all, they have a talented seeker, Victor Krum.

Quidditch game is like this, as long as you have a strong enough seeker, then even with six monsters can win the game.

The Bulgarian team is just such a team with seekers as the core.

Except for their seekers, who can be said to be the best in the world today, the rest of the players are not too strong. The only role on the court is to delay time and points to allow Krum to find the Golden Snitch.

Unfortunately, the Irish team clearly made adequate preparations before the game.

Their seekers didn't mean to look for the Golden Snitch at all. They guarded Krum from the beginning of the game.

The rest of the players were crazy offensive, using their strong personal skills and perfect offensive formation to catch the rest of the Bulgarian team by surprise.

The situation has become very clear when the game has developed. The Irish team obviously wants to open up the scores of the two teams as much as possible before the Golden Snitch can be found in Krum. After all, the score of a Golden Snitch is only 150 points. It means that as long as they pull the score above 150 points, even if Krum caught the Golden Snitch, it would be of no avail.

This is an open plan.

It can also be said to be a method of dividing slaves.

To be honest, this kind of game is not very good, but it is indeed the most stable.

Although the Irish team's seekers are not as good as Krum, their level is also world-class. Under his strict defense, Krum has no chance to find the golden snitch.

All Bulgarian fans in the stadium became nervous, especially those who invested a large sum of money in the periphery before the game. Bulgaria won, and they hysterically cursed the shamelessness of the Irish team.

80: 10

120: 10

Seeing the score increase a little bit, the mascots of the Bulgarian team, Veevas, could not sit still. They danced on the spot, and bursts of invisible magic spread around like ripples on the water. The men who were closer to them were bewildered for an instant.

Such behavior is undoubtedly cheating, they clearly want to confuse the Irish players on the field.

It's just that the referee didn't blow the whistle, because he was also bewildered.

"Oh! This can't be done!" said the commentator Ludo Backman. "Who is going to slap the referee!"

A doctor in the court blocked his ears with his fingers, rushed into the court and kicked the referee's calf, finally kicking the referee awake.

Afterwards, the furious referee stopped the veevas' dance.

This is not a rule, because Quidditch's game rules do not stipulate that the mascots cannot sing and dance during the game.

But the referee did so, even if the Bulgarian players protested to him, it was useless.

On the other side, the duel between Krum and the Irish Seeker came to an end.

Krum suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the ground at an alarming speed.

The Irish seeker thought that Krum had found the Golden Snitch, and hurriedly pursued it.

Seeing the two getting closer and closer to the ground, the Irish Seeker began to panic.

If he pursues it any more, even the strongest customized version of Firebolt he is currently using will crash!

But before the game, the coach gave him a death order. Unless he died on the field, he must stop Krum. He also fully implemented the coach's order and continued to chase after he could not stop the car and hit the ground. Up.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the Irish Seeker slammed to the ground, throwing up a large piece of mud.

But Krum used his amazing arm to forcibly pull up the broom just before falling to the ground and lift off again.

"Ooh! Look! Krum! That's a Ronsky fake!" Ludo shouted excitedly, "Krum, he didn't find the Golden Snitch at all. His original purpose was to get rid of The pursuit of Irish Seekers!"

The audience there was also boiling, and the Veeva and the players who were still arguing with the referees just now laughed.

Everyone thinks this is stable, as a famous commentator said, you can always trust Krum, this guy is definitely a player who can create miracles!

In fact, Krum was indeed a man of choice, and soon after he got rid of the entanglement of the enemy seeker, he found the gold that was moving at high speed.

accelerate!

Dive!

Z-shaped fast maneuvering!

Krum moved in the air like a fish, bypassing the Irish defense one after another, and finally approached the Golden Snitch.

On the other side, the Irish team's batsmen slammed into Krum.

The situation became critical again in an instant. The roaming ball can be called a player killer. Every year, there are countless players who retire because of the sequelae of being injured by the roaming ball.

It stands to reason that Krum's best choice at this moment is to temporarily give up the Golden Snitch. After all, he still has this great future. It would be no good if he was really disabled by the ball.

However, Krum thought otherwise.

Who is he?

He is Krum!

The strongest seeker in the world at only 18 years old!

In the next instant, the wandering ball accurately hit Krum's nose, squashed his beautiful high nose, and broomed him.

The bright red blood splashed in the air, the veevas outside the venue let out a harsh scream, and the audience in the stands also stood up.

"boom!"

Krum collapsed to the ground, just like the Irish Seeker.

It hurts, really, but Krum was smiling.

Because he grasped the future in his hands!

He opened his hand, and a dazzling golden light shone out.

Krum smiled more happily, no matter how many times he looked at this golden touch, it was his favorite thing.

In the next moment, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the scoreboard at a high place.

Bulgaria: 160 Ireland: 170.

Krum's smile froze.

...

"The game is over! Let's dedicate our warmest applause to our winner, the Irish team!" Ludo shouted in a weird tone, "Of course, there is also the Bulgarian team that we lost gloriously!"

Accompanied by the tsunami-like cheers of the mountains, a large number of medical staff rushed into the arena, helped Krum from the ground, and prepared for treatment.

It's just that Krum's emotions seemed very agitated. He didn't let the doctors treat him, so he sat on the ground with a gloomy face.

His teammates also surrounded him, looking dejected.

And not far from them, the Irish players are celebrating with their arms and legs, their mascots swaying gold coins wantonly, and the Irish national anthem is also played on the field.

"I said, we played bravely."

A heavy voice came from the side, and Mike heard the reputation before realizing that it was the Bulgarian minister who could not speak.

"You can speak English!" Fudge roared, "I was here like a monkey and gestured to you for a long time!"

The Bulgarian minister smiled and said, "This is very interesting, isn't it?"

Mike did not continue to watch the two people quarrel. From the beginning of the game, he was looking for a figure, a house elf and an empty seat.

It's a pity that this stadium is too big, and it's too difficult to find the mouse among 100,000 people.

Until the award ceremony was about to end, Mike didn't find the guy.

He sighed slightly, followed the footsteps of everyone, and left the box.

Penello on the side noticed Mike's emotional changes and asked:

"Don't be too sad. Although the Bulgarian team lost, Krum did not lose."

This stupid girl actually thought that she was sad because Bulgaria lost the ball.

But he didn't say much, just nodded silently, and returned to their camping area.

At this moment, the deserted VIP camping area was also lively. All the things piled in the center of the venue were put to use. Everyone was celebrating freely. The countless amount of spirits piled together is visible to the naked eye. The speed is decreasing.

As the biggest sponsor of this competition, Mike is naturally a hot spot in this carnival.

Everyone came to toast one after another, and there were even some pure-blooded nobles with high authority.

Obviously, Mike's huge wealth made them forget Mike's origin.

Thanks to his underage status, Mike uses juice instead of wine.

Penello was just an adult, but she didn't drink, because no one toasted with her ordinary Muggle wizard.

Ever since, the plot of forcibly pouring wine into the heroine and then Mike coming out to make a face is gone.

Halfway through the carnival, Fudge and most of the foreign dignitaries left. Fudge was going to continue working tomorrow, and those foreigners simply couldn't stand the drinking way of corrupt people.

As a minor, Mike naturally returned to his tent like all the women and children, but he did not rest. Instead, he used his magical perception to silently observe the alcoholics who were still reveling in the middle of the camp.

He knew that a typical drunken crowd was about to happen.

This time it was his last chance to catch the mouse.

Outside the tent, the carnival continued.

The departure of Fudge and others obviously made them more comfortable.

These big people who used to be very serious about etiquette and identity have turned into a messy look on their bodies at this moment. They surrounded the bonfire, hooked their shoulders, and poured bottles of spirits into them. in stomach.

The atmosphere is even hotter than when the people were just there.

Suddenly, a man with a shotgun walked out of the woods not far away.

This man didn't seem to be very good, and his hunting suit was full of holes, very embarrassed.

It was the man Mike met on the VIP Avenue.

The wizards who were still in the carnival by the campfire were stunned. They all stared at the man who appeared suddenly, their eyes confused.

And there seemed to be something wrong with that man's brain. As if he hadn't noticed the abnormality here, he ran toward the group of wizards at an accelerated speed.

While running, the super wizards waved with laughter.

"God! I have been lost in this **** forest for a whole day, and now I finally ran into other people!" The safari guy exclaimed excitedly, "Why are you dressed like this? You are doing a masquerade party. ?"

"This is a Muggle."

"This Muggle expulsion curse must have failed. What the **** is the Ministry of Magic doing? Let Muggles appear here to disturb our party!"

"Kill him, his breath stinks all the surrounding air!"

"Don't worry, don't you think drinking is too boring? Let's have some fun!"

...

Wizards, you argued with each other, and soon reached an agreement.

They all smiled and looked at the man in hunting suit who was still running over here excitedly, their eyes full of jokes.

At this time, the safari man finally realized that something was wrong, he stopped slowly, and stepped back and said:

"Um, it seems that you don't welcome me, so I'll go elsewhere and look for an exit."

"Who said we don't welcome you?"

"Yes! You came just right, our party just lacks a talent like you!"

The two wizards walked out with a grinning grin The safari man was surprised to find that they were still holding a thin short stick in their hands.

Realizing that it was not a hot weapon, he let go of his heart, and at the same time raised the shotgun in his hand and pointed it at the wizards:

"Hey, listen. I don't want to cause trouble, but I'm definitely not afraid of trouble! Just go back if you know, and we will treat it as nothing happened."

The wizards looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with surprise.

The next moment, everyone laughed as if they had heard the funniest joke of the century.

The safari man still held his gun and looked at the laughing wizards in front of him. He felt that he might have met a group of lunatics.

He slowly backed away, at the moment he just wanted to stay away from these madmen.

But suddenly, he saw a red light shoot out from a short wooden stick in the hand of a man who was still laughing in the crowd, and hit him straight in the body.

As if hit by a speeding train, the man in hunting suit was slammed out, and the shotgun in his hand was also thrown out.

Only then did he hear the man's voice.

"Except for your weapons!"

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