Chapter 368 Veela and the Leprechauns

Chapter 368 Veela and the Leprechaun

Bang, a bag of chips hits Ron's head.

"Shut up, don't say those disgusting things." Hermione said nonchalantly, she was eating, and Ron was such an idiot.

Ron tore open the package of potato chips, grabbed the potato chips with his fingers, and ate them, "As expected of the best box, I haven't seen this brand of potato chips outside. It must be made specially by them. Yes, it's a pity that Dad and the others didn't come."

"Mr. Weasley is in a box with the head of the Ministry of Magic," Harry whispered.

At this moment, a thunderous voice came out from the box on the top floor opposite. The deafening sound spread throughout the stadium, covering every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final."

The stands also cheered and applauded with equal enthusiasm, and countless flags were waved at the same time. A mess of national anthems, one after another. Singing and laughter, continuous, lively scene.

The words on the flying billboard disappeared and became: Bulgaria 0, Ireland, 0.

"Okay, then I will make a long story short. Now please allow me to have the honor to introduce to you, the mascot of the Bulgarian national team."

From the stand on the right, there were loud applause and cheers. A neat bright red square, waving the same flag, passing the same cry.

"Oh," said George, raising his eyebrows, "it's actually a Veela."

While speaking, a team had already slid into the arena. Among the nearly 100 people, all of them were the most beautiful women.

Their skin is like the moon, glowing with radiance, and their beauty is indescribable. The long hair on the back of the head, fluttering automatically without wind, is even more beautiful.

The music started, the veela began to dance, and the scene fell silent. Only the beautiful music and the dancing of the veela, the rest is the rough gasping sound, and the whole arena fell into an eerie silence.

George saw that the moment Veela appeared, Harry and Ron stood there dumbfounded.

Ron blushed and panted as the veela danced, and he took a few steps forward as if to jump off the stand.

Harry's performance was slightly better, but his eyes were lost and he looked dazed. Fortunately, he did not move under his feet, retaining a little sanity.

Hermione was completely unaffected, or rather, she was extremely impatient with the Veela offstage.

Wild music, wild dance, wild veela, and the heavy breathing of wizards. The whole gym has become very unsightly.

Fortunately, Veela's team did not intend to let them dance the entire game.

Finally, the music stopped and the Veela began to exit. Their exit seemed to have caused great outrage, with angry roars blaring from all over the gym. People don't want Veela to leave.

Ron seemed to think so too, and in a trance he ripped off the clover from his hat and the tall green hat. Finally, he was about to start tearing his clothes and pants.

George quickly stopped Ron's revealing move. With a snap of his fingers, Harry and Ron were like being poured on their heads by a bucket of cold water. With a shock, they both woke up.

They seem to have reflected, remembering the embarrassing move just now, they poured the cold juice hard, suppressing the fire and embarrassment in their hearts.

Hermione snorted softly and gave them a roll of eyes, very displeased with their performance.

From the stand opposite, the loud voice began to speak again, "Now, please raise your wand to the sky, and please give a warm welcome to everyone, the mascot of the Irish national team."

As soon as the words fell, something green and gold flew into the gym with a swish sound. It flies fast around the venue,

Changing form.

It gathers and spreads, one after another, like waves of green and gold.

In the end, it turned into a huge, dazzling clover. The clover rose high into the air, hovering in the stands, and a lot of golden raindrops crackled and fell from the clover.

"Oh, that's great, it's all gold coins." Ron shouted with joy, the clover was hovering over his head, and golden raindrops fell on their place. He retracted his arms and kept gathering those shiny golden objects.

"It's the Irish Leprechaun," George explained to them.

He observed the clover, which consisted of many little people with red vests and mustaches. They carried a small golden or green lamp. They cooperated tacitly and had a uniform shape. From a distance, they looked like a whole.

Ron had picked up all the gold coins on the ground, and he also picked up the green hat that had been torn apart. He muttered, "Sure enough, I should support the Irish team, they are too rich."

Ron never thought that someone would be so rich. He looked at the big handful of gold coins he picked up, and he was afraid that he would be able to get the tickets for the game back.

George smiled and said softly, "Just look at it, the Irish Leprechaun's gold coin is a special product they made. It looks the same as the real thing, but it will disappear after a few hours. Otherwise If so, they would have bought the entire magic world long ago."

According to the records, many people have tried to turn the leprechaun's gold coins into real objects. But unfortunately, this is impossible. This is a special magical creation that cannot be maintained for a long time.

"Ah... no way." The little leprechaun made a big joke, and Ron's face was filled with joy and disappointment. He threw the gold coins on the table and even the green hat on the table. The empty rejoiced, and even the enthusiasm for supporting the Irish team was reduced.

The little leprechaun slowly landed on the stand, on the phalanx of his team, and looked at Veela across the field, provoking each other.

The game started, and the host began to introduce the players who appeared in turn.

After some pre-match preparations, the game finally started.

The standard of the World Cup game is, of course, much higher than the college Quidditch game, and there are many more tricks.

Every member of the team is riding a Firebolt, and they change their formations and gallop.

They make quick stops, spin, lift off, and sneak. All kinds of incredible flying skills are changing, and the difficult movements in the textbook are all displayed one by one in the use of the team members.

Their tactics, equally powerful and superb, far surpassed Ravenclaw's tactical coordination. They were more aggressive than Gryffindor, more desperate than Slytherin, more united than Hufflepuff. This is the level of the World Cup, this is the highest level of Quidditch.

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