Chapter 495: The Quidditch Match Officially Begins Today!

"Now, without further delay, let me introduce... the Bulgarian team's mascot!"

On the right side of the stand, a bright red sled rushed out.

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

"Veela..." Vanlin whispered, and only Hermione could hear it.

"Ah!" Mr. Weasley suddenly took off his glasses and hurriedly stuffed them into his robes, "Veela!"

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

Veela are women... the most beautiful women Harry has ever seen... but they are definitely not human. This confused Harry for a while, and he tried his best to guess what they are? What makes their skin as white and shiny as moonlight? What makes their golden hair fly without wind... But when the music started, Harry no longer worried about them not being human.

In fact, everyone who was staring at the Veela began to stop worrying about anything.

The Veela began to dance. Those people's minds were blank, immersed in joy.

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

As the Veela danced faster and faster, some crazy, unformed thoughts began to jump in Harry's confused mind. He wanted to do something impressive right away. "Jumping from the box to the gymnasium seems to be a good idea, 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."

Farlin tapped Harry's head with his fingertips, and Harry felt his spirit relax.

Malfoy turned his head at the right time. If this was Hogwarts, then a considerable ridicule would naturally be inevitable.

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

As if he felt that Vanlin was looking at him, Malfoy responded viciously, but soon his eyes shrank back.

It should be Lucius and Narcissa who gave Draco courage. Anyway, it is also a matter of fact.

"Thank you, I'll keep an eye on it," Harry said, coming to his senses, but he didn't dare to admire the cheerful but powerful Veela again.

"Those are Veela," said Vanlin, and he thought of Fleur unconsciously.

"Veela?" Harry was confused for a moment, and he looked at the woman in the field again, and then...

But soon the music ended, and Harry blinked. He was standing with one leg on the wall of the box. Next to him, Ron froze, as if he had just dived from a diving board.

Angry shouts rang out throughout the stadium. No one wanted the Veela to leave. Harry was no different. Of course he could support the Bulgarian team, and he didn't understand why he was wearing a green shamrock on his chest. At the same time, Ron was casually tearing the shamrock from his hat.

Mr. Weasley smiled slightly, leaned towards Ron, and took the hat from his hand.

"You'll need it," he said, "once the Irish team starts talking."

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

Hermione said impatiently, "Shh!" She stood up, pulled Harry back to his seat, and said, "Be honest! Vanlin has already pulled you, but you..."

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

"Don't participate in the dance of the veela." Vanlin said, "It's terrible."

"Horrible?" Harry said incredulously, "But how could it be..."

Harry pointed at the beautiful and unbelievable young ladies, but recalled that he had lost control twice...

"When they become humans, they are beautiful young women, dancing in gauze under the moon on midsummer nights. Men who are infatuated with them will forget everything in the world, not eat, drink, or sleep. If the unfortunate person participates in the dance of the veela, If you go among them, you can only dance non-stop until you die of exhaustion. If a person accidentally walks into the fairy ring, where the Veela once danced, bad luck and disease will always follow that person. Although Veela can sometimes be very friendly to humans, curing diseases and predicting for humans, they have a bad temper and will not tolerate 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 some that combine with humans, you will never want to see a Veela as a magical creature."

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

"When Veela lose control, their heads will turn into the heads of birds with sharp beaks, and a pair of scaly wings will grow on their shoulders. They will rush over like a fireball." Fanlin gestured, as if these Veela were really going to rush over.

Harry shuddered with fear, but Ron didn't care. These pretty ladies...

This is common sense in magic...

Fanlin shook his head. He didn't want to get involved in too many disputes. Instead of doing this, Fanlin might as well...

Forget it. Fleur's words were still too scary, scary creatures.

"Now," Ruth Bagmont's voice sounded again, "Please raise your wands...

Because the Irish team's mascot is about to appear! "

"

The next second, what looked like a large green and golden comet-like thing buzzed into the gym. It circled the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each flying towards the goal. A rainbow suddenly appeared in the square, connecting the two balls. The crowd kept making "wow" and "aah" sounds, as if they were watching a fireworks display. Now the rainbow faded, and the two glowing balls merged into one body again. They formed a huge, sparkling clover, which rose into the sky and began to fly above, while something like a golden rain fell.

"Excellent!" Ron shouted. Clovers flew above them, and heavy gold coins fell, scattering over their heads and on their seats. Glancing at the shamrock, Harry saw that it was made up of thousands of small, bearded figures in red vests, each holding a gold or green lamp.

"This is the dwarf!" Fan Lin said, now he seemed to be playing the role of narrator.

There was fierce applause in the venue, and the crowd was furious. Many people fought to get the gold under the chair.

"This is for you," Ron shouted happily, putting a hand full of gold coins into Harry's hands. "I gave you the money for the telescope, and now you have to buy me a Christmas gift, haha!"

"Those are all fake, Ron." Fan Lin said helplessly, "These will turn into his original things the next day, some trash."

"Whatever, anyway, now..."

"Ignorant country bumpkin..."

The discordant sound finally sounded.

"Let him pick it up, he will never have so much in his life." Malfoy's voice rang out, and he was already very close to several people unknowingly. This voice did not attract Fudge's attention. Accompany the Bulgarians.

"You're still so annoying, Malfoy." Fan Linpo was a little helpless. After seeing so much trouble, he now felt that Draco was really bored and anxious.

However, it seems good as a life adjustment.

Young people with two pussy are so happy...

"I hate it?" Malfoy saw that it was Fanlin who was speaking. He did not choose to retaliate. In fact, this was also related to his strength.

"You have to know where this is, the box of officials from the Ministry of Magic. All the big shots from the Ministry of Magic are sitting here..."

"Do you count?" Fan Lin asked back.

"My father is." Draco was stunned for a moment, he said this, but then he blushed, as if he was holding it back.

"It's really..." Fan Lin shook his head.

Malfoy wanted to attack Fan Lin, but when he thought of Fan Lin's suppression of him, even if Lucius and Narcissa were there, he did not dare to push Fan Lin too hard.

He has four more years 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...

A powerful minister of the Magical Division with real power is much stronger than a minister like Fudge.

Of course Lucius could find out clearly, and he even reminded Draco in order to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Now only Harry is left, but...

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

Sirius, who was dressed in a luxurious and corrupt aristocratic long-distance running style, walked into the box from the outside. As a hero in the magical world, of course he had his place here.

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

"Oh, Black, you're here." Fudge looked very enthusiastic. He hugged Sirius and invited him to sit next to him.

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

Although it was full of flaws, Fan Lin had to admit that sometimes, Sirius could still give him some surprises, provided that this guy didn't let him go.

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

"I have to question the education method of the Malfoy family. Maybe it needs some improvement, but it doesn't necessarily need to be eliminated..." Sirius said.

Lucius sneered.

"Black, I'm so glad you can come..." Fudge hurriedly came out to divert the topic away. Sirius was happy to do so. He had to give his immediate boss some face.

Lucius called Malfoy back. It seemed that being so frustrated didn't make him feel very happy.

Harry seemed to want to have a word with his godfather. After all, he hadn't seen Sirius during the whole holiday... However, it seemed that Sirius didn't have time now.

"Isn't he not coming?" Hermione said dissatisfied.

"He has to come to such an important gathering. As the new hero of the wizarding world..." Fan Lin complained, "Let's just watch the game. He doesn't have time now. Maybe we should teach him a lesson later."

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

"Now, ladies and gentlemen! Let us give a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team!"

Bagmon said.

A figure wearing bright red, riding on a broom, appeared at the entrance to a huge applause. "Avenu!"

The second player appeared.

"Zugleev! Leski! Vilknu! Falkof! Ah! Krum!"

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

Ron stared at Krum with his telescope. Harry also adjusted his focus immediately.

Viktor Krum was a thin, dark man with a crooked nose and dark eyebrows.

He looked very old. It was hard to believe that he was only eighteen years old.

"Now, let's welcome the Irish Quidditch team!" Bagmon shouted, "Out - Cnonley! Ryan! Tello! Morlet! Moran! Quick Gurley! Ah!

Lions!"

Seven people in green clothes appeared in the square. Harry turned the switch next to the telescope to slow down the players' movements and saw the words on the players' brooms and their names decorated in silver on their backs.

"This is the referee from Egypt, who has come all the way here. He is recognized by the Magical International Quidditch Association. He is Hessen Mostev, a referee recognized by the Magical International Quidditch Association!"

A thin wizard strode into the square. He was completely bald, had a beard like Mr. Dursley, and wore a pure golden braid that matched the color of the gymnasium.

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

Harry and Ron adjusted their telescopes back to normal and saw Mostev riding on his broom and opening the wooden box - four balls jumped into the air, a bright red one called the Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and a small, winged golden snitch.

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

"They...are...starting!" Bagmon shouted. "This is Morlet! Tello!

Moran! Dimitrov! Back to Morlet! Tello! Lesky! Moran!"

This is Quidditch, and Vanlin has never played it before. But it looks good.

Harry was also nervous. He held the telescope tightly to his eyes, and his glasses were pressed against his nose. The players were moving incredibly fast - the speed at which the Quaffle was passed between the chasers was so fast that Bagmon had only time to say their names.

Harry flicked the slow-down button on the telescope and pressed the "repeat play" button, so that he could see it in slow motion immediately. The lens was flashing purple light, and the huge shouting shook his eardrums.

"Hawkhead attack mode," Harry said.

Vanlin looked over in confusion. The three Irish chasers stood closely together, with Trot in the middle, and Morlet and Moran slightly in front. Together they defended against the Bulgarians. Then Trot pretended to throw the Quaffle to draw away the Bulgarian chaser Avanu, and quickly passed the Quaffle to Moran. A Bulgarian attacker, Folkov, used his stick to hit the flying Bludger hard, hitting it towards Moran. Moran lowered his head, avoided the Bludger, and threw the Quaffle hard; Ryans below him caught it. (To be continued)