Chapter 350 Mobilization Before the Game (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Huan Yu)

As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.

At dusk, even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.

At this time, somewhere in the distance of the woods came the sound of a low-pitched gong, and immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the way to the arena.

"It's time!" said Mr. Owen Harris, looking equally excited. "Come on, let's go!"

Owen and Lucius Malfoy led the way, and after lunch, they kept talking and seemed to be very satisfied with each other.

Draco Malfoy held the rose logo of the England team in one hand and the magic statue of Alan Harris in the other, and followed Alan with a smile on his face.

They walked quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.

They could hear thousands of people moving around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

The frenzied excitement was contagious, and Alan was turned up and laughing.

Passed the ticket inspection smoothly and entered the magnificent stadium.

The stairs to the stadium are covered with a fuchsia carpet.

They climbed up the stairs together with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people entered the stands on the left and right sides.

The group led by Owen went straight up, and finally reached the top of the stairs.

They found themselves in a small box at the top of the stadium, facing the golden goal.

There are more than a dozen purple and gold-plated seats, divided into two rows. This is the exclusive box that Owen specially ordered at a high price.

Owen didn't stop here, but let his family and his son's friends put down their things, and then he took his three sons and went on to another top-floor box.

Lucius also took Draco with him.

"Mr. Harris, nice to meet you. Allen, nice to meet you." Sirius Black shook Owen's hand politely, which was a bit inconsistent with his usual impression.

"Alan, your idea is very good. Harry and I had a great time this holiday." Sirius said happily to Alan with the gloom of the past swept away from his face.

"Vernon's face must be pretty." Allen also laughed.

As they entered the box, Percy Weasley stood up hastily and saluted Owen, looking as though he had just sat on the back of a porcupine covered in spines.

Ron saw Alan and Malfoy who entered with Harry, pouted, and pulled Harry over.

Draco glared at Harry and Ron contemptuously, and stood behind Allen without speaking.

At this moment, Owen suddenly smiled and said, "Bagman, why are you taking money from children?"

Bagman turned around in surprise, immediately put away the Galleon in his hand, and walked over to shake hands with Mr. Harris.

"Ludo, are you ready?" Owen asked.

"Of course, my passion is ready to go." Bagman grinned and waved his hand, as if to say it was nothing.

"Are you guys gambling?" Allen asked after greeting Bagman politely.

Bagman glanced at Owen and seemed relieved to see that he was still smiling.

"To add a little excitement to the game." Bagman said lightly.

"Want to bet on the game, Lucius?" Owen asked with interest.

"Of course." Lucius laughed. To him, it was like buying some fish, chips and beer at a football game.

"Let me think about it... I bet England to win with a thousand Galleons, and Allen caught the Snitch." Owen said, his demeanor seemed a bit like a nouveau riche, and the people in the Weasley family seemed a little shocked .

Allen knew that Bagman couldn't afford the money at all. He wanted to stop his father, but after thinking about it, he understood his father's intention.

Dad probably knew about Bagman's financial situation, presumably in order to better control him.

At the same time, for Owen, this is also a way to cheer for his son in disguise.

"One thousand Galleons?" Ludo Bagman seemed a little at a loss, but quickly recovered his composure, "I won't give you too high odds. Because, I also believe that Alan will catch Live the Snitch."

He winked at Allen.

Lucius glanced at him, and said without any ups and downs in his tone, "I'll bet the same amount on England, and Alan catches the Snitch."

Bagman looked like he was about to cry: "Such a big bet, then I still have to lower the odds, are you sure you want to bet?"

Lucius glanced at him lightly, which made Bagman instantly understand that things were irreversible.

Ludo Bagman slowly took out his notebook and quill, and reluctantly wrote the names of Mr. Harris and Mr. Lucius on it.

At this moment, the sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded behind them.

It turned out that Percy had bowed so low that his spectacles fell to the floor and shattered when Cornelius Fudge himself, the Minister for Magic, arrived.

Embarrassed, he repaired the lens with his wand, and then sat dumbfounded in his seat.

Owen immediately stepped forward, and Fudge greeted him like an old friend, and then greeted Alan cordially.

Fudge shook Alan's hand benevolently like a father, asked him how he was, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him, as if their previous relationship could not be more familiar.

"Alan Harris, you know," he called out to the Bulgarian Minister for Magic, who was wearing a rich gold-trimmed black velvet robe and couldn't understand a word of English, "the most important Quidditch World Cup ever." Young Seeker, you must know who he is—"

The Bulgarian wizard looked at Alan carefully, and immediately became excited, and babbled a series of words loudly.

"Thank you for your praise, my Animagus is indeed a phoenix." Alan suddenly murmured.

"It's really outstanding, you can also speak our Bulgarian language. You and Krum are both young talents!" The wizard from Bulgaria looked at Alan with appreciation.

Although Allen is young, he advances and retreats without being humble or overbearing, which has won the favor of almost everyone present.

"Great, Alan, you can speak the Bulgarian language. It's really hard to communicate with him, God knows how I spend my day. Crouch does understand Bulgarian, but—" Fudge frowned Frowning, he smiled very kindly in an instant.

"It's a pity that you still have to participate in the competition. This is Mr. Oblansk - Mr. Obalonsk - he is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, it doesn't matter, anyway, he doesn't understand what I'm saying at all." Fudge said to Allen introduced.

Allen saluted the other party again, and the Bulgarian minister had a good impression of Allen, and talked with Allen about the customs of the two countries and the Quidditch match.

On one side, Ludo Bagman seemed to have figured out something, and regained his spirit.

"Are you all ready?" he said, his round face shining like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister — shall we begin?"

"Just start as you say, Ludo." Fudge said kindly.

Seeing this, Allen left quickly, he needs to join the team.

The atmosphere in the stadium outside was extremely lively, while Allen apparated to the locker room, changed into his team uniform, and got together with his teammates, preparing for the much-anticipated final battle of the season.

They have already changed their uniforms and are sitting together in the locker room. The head coach Geraldine will give them a mobilization speech.

His hawk-like eyes scanned the players sitting below sharply.

"I don't really know what to say, three minutes later, it's the biggest fight of our careers."

All the people, whether they were staring at the coach with piercing eyes or holding their heads in their hands, were listening attentively.

"Everything is coming today, we can go to glory as a team, or we will collapse, point after point, hit after hit, until we are finished." Geraldine's tone is extremely dignified.

The entire locker room is in a low pressure.

"Now I can't fight for you, in fact it is obvious that I am too old!" Geraldine said with emotion.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that such weak words came from the mouth of a coach known for his iron-blooded methods.

"I looked around and I saw these young faces and I just thought..."

He paused, and continued: "I mean, did I make a mistake that a middle-aged person might make. I, uh..."

His words attracted the attention of all the players, and even Banks, who was buried in his head, raised his head and watched him.

"I squandered all my money, believe it or not." He clapped the information in his hand, "I also drove away the people who loved me."

His tone became more and more serious: "Recently, I can't even face my face in the mirror."

"You know, as you get older, a lot of things go away from you. It's just a part of life. But you don't realize until you start losing, that life is really a scoring game, like It's Quidditch."

Players began to think in his mind.

"Because whether it's Game of Life or Quidditch, there's very little room for you to make mistakes." He turned sideways and began to back up, "I mean, half a step early or half a step late, you can't achieve your goal; half a second early Or half a second late and you can't catch the ball."

"Every minute we need, it's on our side, every minute, every second."

The players clamored, and some even clapped their hands.

Geraldine stopped them by raising his hand, and went on: "Our team is fighting for this point, this team is ready to die for this point, we are ready to fight for this point." He raised his right hand, As if to seize victory.

The team members closely followed Geraldine, admiring and cheering loudly.

Geraldine's tone became firmer, "Because we know that adding up every point is the watershed between victory and defeat, life and death,"

The team members had red eyes and looked at Geraldine excitedly.

"In any matchup, the ones who are not afraid of death win that point. I also know that I can still live that meaningful life because I am still willing to fight for that point to the last moment."

Geraldine's tone became heated.

"I can't ask you to do it now, you have to look at your comrades-in-arms and look into their eyes."

The players looked at each other.

"I think you will see comrades who are willing to fight with you, to fight for every point."

Cohen, who was still casual at first, couldn't help stepping forward, wanting to listen more carefully.

"You'll see a guy who's willing to sacrifice himself for you, for the team, because he knows you'll do the same for him if necessary."

"That's teamwork, gentlemen. And, whether we're fighting together, or we're at the mercy of each other, that's Quidditch."

Geraldine spread her arms out, and the room was silent.

"this is all."

He looked eagerly at the whole team, "Now, tell me, what are you going to do?"

The team members stood up one after another, making noise, full of fighting spirit, with firm expressions on their faces, followed Geraldine, and prepared to step onto their own arena, their stage.