Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Fudge stood at the front of the box, under the spotlight, he put his wand against his throat, and used the amplifying spell to make his voice extremely loud.

"Good evening. As Minister of Magic, it is my great honor to welcome each of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup, which begins now."

One hundred thousand spectators burst into thunderous cheers and applause, thousands of flags were waved simultaneously, countless red and green balloons flew into the sky, all billboards were wiped off, replaced by Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0 scoreboard.

At this time, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, stood in front of the stage and acted as the host, introducing the two teams to the audience.

"Next, allow me to introduce you to the mascot of the Bulgarian national team... Veela."

After the words fell, a bright red phalanx appeared on the right side, and a hundred veela slid towards the arena amidst loud cheers.

Veela is a kind of female elf who can transform. They maintain the appearance of human beings and have their own charm skills. They are so beautiful that they cannot be square.

So the moment they stepped into the arena, the atmosphere was directly detonated.

When the music started, they began to dance. The graceful dance made most men's brains become excited, and they even wanted to dance with them.

Harry and Ron left their seats unconsciously, and walked forward with obsessive eyes.

"The two of you finally didn't disappoint me." Adrian nodded in satisfaction looking at the two younger brothers who were calm and composed.

"Who do you look down on?" Leon curled his lips, "I have seen more beautiful mermaids, and comparing them to Veela is the same thing."

"I admit that they are quite beautiful, but I am quite confident in my self-control ability." Aaron said indifferently, "But one thing to say, this is definitely the best cheerleading team."

As the music stopped, the veela stopped dancing and slowly retreated to one side of the arena.

The people above also gradually regained their senses, and were pulled back to their seats by their companions.

Many wizards who supported the Irish team threw their flags on the ground, and at this moment they were more willing to support the Bulgarian team.

"Now...please raise your wand in the air...welcome the Mascot of the Irish national team."

Whoosh!

A green and gold sphere flew into the field, twirled around and split in two, crashing into each of the goalposts.

The brilliant fireworks formed an arch bridge between the two sets of goalposts, and the two spheres joined together in the middle of the arch bridge to form a trefoil pattern.

The clover spiraled upwards, shedding golden raindrops in the sky, and countless gold coins fell on the heads of the audience.

"Irish leprechauns." Leon looked at the leprechauns holding golden and green lanterns in the sky and smiled, "It's quite creative, and these substantive things are more popular than dancing.

It's a pity that these gold coins are all fake, but the money fans at the scene didn't seem to notice this. "

Ron, who was bending over to pick up gold coins, froze for a moment when he heard this.

His mind is blank now, and he is embarrassed to find a crack to get in.

The giant shamrock quickly faded away, and the Leprechaun landed opposite the Veela, ready to watch the game.

Next, Ludo Bagman introduced the players of the Bulgarian team one by one.

The batsmen in bright red robes, the chasers, and the goalkeepers flew into the field one by one, and they were so fast that each broom was the fastest Firebolt.

Bulgarian supporters couldn't help chanting his name when the final Seeker, Viktor Krum, came on the pitch, and even Irish supporters joined in without hesitation.

If there are stars in the wizarding world, Krum, who is recognized as the best Seeker in the wizarding world, is definitely the top one. The kind that people ask for autographs on the road. Lockhart and his like can't compare with him.

"Aaron, I heard that you were a Seeker at Hogwarts once. Do you have the confidence to make two moves with him?" Lyon asked meaningfully.

"Don't be funny." Aaron rolled his eyes angrily, "He just eats this bowl of rice."

"Then how long do you think you can last against him?"

"Stay until the Irish team wins." Aaron said confidently, but he was naturally not sure who could catch the Golden Snitch, but if he just held Krum, it would not be a problem for him.

"Welcome to the Irish National Quidditch team now." Bagman called out the names of seven players in a loud voice. Seeker Lynch was placed at the end, but the cheers and applause he received were more Rumm is just a few points away.

The Irish team wears green uniforms, and the broomsticks are all Firebolts. They are evenly matched in terms of speed.

Immediately afterwards, the referee Hassan Mustafa entered the arena. This is a short and thin wizard with bald hair but a particularly thick beard. As for his identity, he is the chairman of the International Quidditch Federation.

He walked to the center of the arena and kicked open the wooden box. The red Quaffle, the black Bludger, and the golden snitch flew out one after another.

A whistle blows, and the game officially begins.

These players are superb characters, their speed is outrageous, and their sense of balance and coordination is also extraordinary.

Red and green figures flashed before the eyes of the audience, and Bagman's commentary gradually couldn't keep up with their movements, and he disappeared in front of his eyes as soon as he pronounced a name.

It is possible to watch at a slow speed with a holographic telescope, but the disadvantage of doing so is to miss more exciting pictures.

The Irish team scored first and led the way, and the fans in green cheered and shouted.

The competition gradually became more and more intense, and the cheerleaders of both sides also began to leave the field.

The leprechauns made a clover pattern and the veela danced to encourage the Bulgarian team.

Krum pretended to have spotted the Snitch, and lured Lynch to follow him to do the same. At the last moment when the two dived rapidly, he ascended smoothly, and Lynch had a close contact with the ground.

"The game is suspended." Bagman said angrily, asking the doctor to check Lynch's injury.

The audience discussed enthusiastically, and those with holographic binoculars watched the replay with gusto, while Krum took advantage of Lynch's treatment to hurry up and look for the Snitch.

Doctors in international competitions are much more professional. Within 10 minutes, Lynch stood up and returned to the field.

Hassan blew his whistle and the game started again.

The fighting spirit of the Irish team became more and more high. In just ten minutes, the score surpassed the Bulgarian team by one hundred points.

At this time, the game began to become dangerous. After all, the Quidditch World Cup is not impossible to foul, but the means of their fouls cannot be fooled by the audience at the venue.

Hassan Mustafa was fair at first, allowing Ireland to take the penalty.

But when the Bulgarian team fouled again, the audience did not notice the referee. It was not until a field doctor rushed into the venue and slapped him that he recovered from the veela dance.

"Good fight." Adrian said with a smile, "This kind of unreliable referee shouldn't have come here from the beginning."

"The charm skill is still very useful!" Aaron murmured in a low voice. The hundred veela made him realize the role of charm, and sometimes it might have a miraculous effect.

"What did you say?" Adrian glared at Aaron, "Don't tell me you want to learn this kind of magic."

"Uh..." Aaron felt guilty, "Can't you?"

"Okay, I can't stop you from learning anything, but learning this kind of magic is just a waste of time.

Charm magic won't work on people who are stronger than you, and it won't work on people with a firm mind. At most, it can deal with some ordinary people. "

"Sister, I'm different from you." Aaron smiled awkwardly, "Maybe it's ordinary people I need to deal with."

Adrian was stunned for a moment, thinking of the mission of the Gaius family, he didn't say anything.

"Do it for yourself! But don't take it too seriously."

"Don't worry, I know how to measure." Aaron smiled, as long as there are enough magic points, he can control this kind of magic in minutes.

The veela was ordered to stop dancing. Referee Hassan thought it would affect the game. The veela seemed a little unconvinced, but they had to give the referee face.

After this episode, the competition entered a heated stage.

The Chasers on both sides held the Quaffle and began to hit people, and the batters became even more crazy, swinging their bats at people when they had the opportunity.

In the process, the Irish team suffered a lot, and the noise of fouls kept coming and going in the arena. Hassan once again let the Irish team make free throws.

Their own national team has a considerable advantage, and the leprechauns laughed excitedly, and even provoked the veela in their complacency.

The veela looked at the huge middle finger that the leprechaun put out, and immediately gave up the so-called self-restraint.

They stopped dancing, and their heads became sharp bird heads, and scaled wings sprouted from their shoulders, and they shot the leprechauns with balls of red flame.

"See, children." Mr. Weasley said meaningfully, "You can never just pursue appearances."

"That's right." Leon nodded in agreement, and then added: "If you want to pursue, pursue a real appearance."

Arthur Weasley:  …

That seems... irrefutable.

"The battle between these two mascots is more intense than the two Quidditch teams above." Aaron smacked his lips. "If this goes on, it may turn into a melee."

"No, the Ministry of Magic will take care of it," said Hermione.

Aaron and Leon smiled at each other. When the Ministry of Magic is reliable, it is more reliable than anyone else, but when it is unreliable, it is less reliable than anyone else.

There were more than [-] wizard spectators at the scene. Even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to enforce the law violently, they had to pay attention to the impact. This meant that they could only understand it with emotion and act with reason, which was destined to have little effect.

The arena gradually became chaotic, and the game was carried out amidst the screams of Veela, the crackling of magic wands, and the roaring and cheering of fans.

The referee's voice was unimportant, because Hassan was stuck between the two mascots, and Bagman was able to barely explain and officiate, but the situation would only intensify before the winner was decided.