Chapter 257 Harley: My Evaluation Is that It Is Not as Good as the Witch Sect!

As we all know, gossip entertainment is the fastest-spreading entertainment in this world, and this law cannot escape even in the magic world.

That afternoon, the news that Sirius of the Black family and Harley, the first class medalist of the Order of Merlin, bet on the Transylvania team at the Gringotts handicap spread throughout the camp.

An insider broke the news that the two bet at least 50,000 Galleons, and Gringotts even boldly gave 40 times the odds!

Many wizards ridiculed wildly at first, thinking that Sirius was stupid in prison in Azkaban, his brain was not working well, and he couldn't tell the strength of the two sides in the competition.

And Harley, the first-class medalist of the Order of Merlin, is only good at magic. He really doesn't understand anything about the Quidditch World Cup.

Both of them were probably just Xiaobai, they were bluffed by the high odds of the goblins, so they pressed them directly, and even chose such a harsh condition.

After all, no matter who looked at it, how could England lose to a team from a village-level league like Transylvania against a top giant team that had just won 17 consecutive victories in this kind of training match?

This is the first game of the group stage where the points are awarded purely, so why can't you understand it?

But everyone laughed and laughed, and suddenly cried again.

Fifty thousand Galleons... How long will it take me to earn it!

As a result, they took it out casually, so easily, as if the money was not considered money!

It really is that the gap between people is sometimes bigger than that between people and dogs!

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This afternoon, the game was about to start, and the whole camp became more and more chaotic.

As the most troublesome group of wizards, after drinking dozens of boxes of vodka, Da Mao and Er Mao suddenly got into a fight for no reason.

Big Mao recruited San Mao, and Er Mao also called a bunch of European fans, and the two sides played happily.

However, everyone managed to retain a little bit of reason, and instead of using their wands, they just smashed each other with their fists and wine bottles.

There was also a group of fans of the big football team from the North Caucasus region in the middle. I don't know what kind of nerves they committed, or which tendons were misplaced.

As a result, they suddenly turned around and began to support Ermao, and sprinted towards Damao's office of the Ministry of Magic to protest.

As a result, when they rushed to the front of the Ministry of Magic's garrison, they suddenly stopped, replaced those big hair fans who were tired of fighting with Ermao, and rejoined the battle.

This incident "scared" Da Mao's Ministry of Magic and called all the British Aurors over. After investigation, it turned out that a certain Ministry of Magic across the sea from Da Mao was making trouble.

And the group of Da Mao fans who rebelled halfway took money to do things, frightened the Da Mao Ministry of Magic, and then...then there was no more.

They are very moral and can do as much as they get.

Only took a mere 62,000 gold Zhuoguo (the currency of the United States Ministry of Magic), which means that scaring Da Mao is enough.

Fudge was also helpless when he got the news.

It is said that the sun never sets in Britain, but the sun has already set. If it were not for Dumbledore, Britain would be ranked fourth in the International Association of Wizards.

How can he have the ability to manage the Ministry of Magic that is making trouble? He could only comfort himself, pretending not to see it, as if his son was causing trouble for Lao Tzu.

The British wizards next to them didn't care about their minister's troubles. They enjoyed watching the play and applauded, but they didn't dare to go.

Just kidding, everyone still remembers when 20 fans of the former Soviet National Quidditch team beat up 200 fans of the England National Quidditch team!

It's enough to watch people get beaten, no one likes to go up and get beaten by themselves.

However, the fans of the England team were not able to stay idle for long, and soon got into trouble with the fans of the Scotland team.

You must know that Da Mao, Er Mao, and San Mao were born from the corpses of giants anyway. They are not from the same country, so there are phenomena of the same origin but contradictory phenomena.

And the United Kingdom is still the United Kingdom, or a unified country, so the fans of England and Scotland started fighting.

The English mocked the Scots for their Quidditch team failing to make it to the World Cup, while the Scots mocked the English for being blown away by the Vietnam team.

And the fans of the two teams of Ireland and Wales... they chose to applaud from the sidelines!

After all, the former grouped well in the World Cup, while the latter, like the Scottish team, failed to stand out in the qualifiers.

So the two sides began to be friendly and have fun.

During this period, many England fans uttered harsh words!

"Just wait, the failure in that training match was just an accident!"

A mocked England fan blushed and shouted,

"England will win big tonight!"

"And from this point on, England will be champions without losing once!"

"How can the great England team be pointed at by a village-level team like yours!"

Fudge, who was patrolling the camp, watched this scene and secretly gave a thumbs up to the fan.

Regardless of whether the England team can win, anyway, the momentum cannot be lost!

However, he still waved his hand pretendingly: "Dawlish! Go over there and have a look, what happened?"

"Okay, Minister!" A burly Auror rushed over, but failed to come back in a short time.

Just when Fudge was getting impatient, Dawlish slipped back quietly.

He also checked that there were no wizards from other countries around, and then whispered to Fudge: "Minister, the situation is a bit complicated."

"It appears that the English and the Scots have quarreled and are about to fight a real fight."

"But it's actually the Irish fans who are dissatisfied with the England team taunting them, but don't want to fight themselves, so they provoke the relationship between the Scots and the English."

Fudge's eyes widened instantly, and he didn't know how to answer the words for a moment.

He knew that Great Britain was known as "Britain in Bulk", and there were more or less conflicts with each other, but he didn't expect the conflict to be so big.

And this is the scene of the World Tournament, there are so many foreign wizards around watching the fun! Isn't this a loss of face?

Finally, Fudge waved his hand helplessly: "Go and stop them, and tell all British wizards that civil wars are prohibited during the World Cup!"

Seeing the Auror coming, the fans all stopped in tacit understanding.

But looking at the eyes they looked at each other, the meaning was very obvious-- after the game, green garlic! Fierce green garlic!

In this confusion, the time finally came to six o'clock.

Harry and Hermione followed Sirius and Professor McGonagall who had just arrived, and walked towards the arena along the flow of people.

Professor McGonagall didn't know for the time being that his former student took his most beloved student to gamble, and was chatting and laughing with Sirius.

I don't know what strange interest Professor McGonagall suddenly awakened, and she began to hint that Sirius is married.

This made Sirius very embarrassed, and kept talking about him.

As a result, on a whim, Professor McGonagall accidentally slipped his mouth and said that the old headmaster Phineas asked her and Professor Dumbledore to be lobbyists.

Now it was Sirius' turn to open his eyes, and Professor McGonagall's attention was quickly turned back to Quidditch.

"I really hope that the England team will not be so embarrassing," Professor McGonagall abruptly changed the subject,

"During the trials, in order to boost morale, the England team arranged a training match with the Vietnamese team across the season."

"I heard from a few students who work in the Department of Magical Sports,"

She looked at Sirius, "They are probably four years younger than you."

"Anyway, they said that the Ministry of Magic took the lead in doing this, in itself to help the England captain's morale, and at the same time make publicity in advance."

"As a result, the England team returned home in a big defeat. If it wasn't for good luck in the end, the Golden Snitch flew into the face, and the England team would have had their heads shaved."

"What a disgrace!"

Several people quickly came to the entrance, and the witch from the Ministry of Magic who was in charge of ticket checking looked at their tickets: "First class seat!"

"Top box! Go straight upstairs, Sirius! Good evening, Professor McGonagall!"

"Good evening, Pell." Professor McGonagall nodded at the witch and said half-jokingly,

"I didn't expect you to work for the Ministry of Magic in the end. You told me clearly at the time that you wanted to concentrate on researching Transfiguration."

Pell shrugged helplessly: "Professor McGonagall, it's not like you don't know that I almost failed the transfiguration in my final wizard exam."

The four walked towards the top of the stadium along the stairs covered with purple-red carpet.

The flow of people slowly moved to the ordinary stands, but the four of them didn't stop, they went all the way to the top box.

This place is located at the highest point of the stadium, and there are more than thirty purple-gold and gold-plated seats inside.

And there are six such boxes on this floor. The designer obviously made this design in consideration of "seven", the most magical number in the magic world.

The stadium below is very chaotic, and you don't need to step out of the box to see the crowd moving below.

But the box is very comfortable, and if the windows are not opened, there will be no noisy sound at all.

Many wizards entered here one after another, including one of the protagonists tonight, the Minister of Magic of Transylvania.

The minister looked in good spirits, talking and laughing with Fudge, not worried about the upcoming game at all.

But think about it, just looking at the data on paper... the worth of an England substitute is enough to buy the entire Transylvania team!

The minister of the Ministry of Magic of Transylvania probably also realized this, so he didn't seem to care.

Harry also saw the Malfoy family from a distance, but they seemed to have bought tickets for other boxes.

This made Sirius deeply regretful, and he still wanted to scold old Malfoy.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, as night fell, countless lights rushed into the sky, illuminating the entire Quidditch World Cup arena brightly.

As the director of the Magic Sports Department, Ludo will serve as a commentator throughout the group stage and knockout stage.

At this moment, he held the microphone with sound amplification magic, and his voice clearly spread to every corner of the arena:

"Ladies and gentlemen, leaders and guests of various countries! Good evening everyone!"

"I am Ludo Bagman, Head of the British Department of Magical Sports and Sports."

"During the UK Quidditch World Cup, I will serve as a commentator and accompany you through every group match and knockout match!"

"Welcome to England, everyone, to watch the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Now, I declare that the opening ceremony of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Group Stage... officially begins!"

The audience suddenly burst into warm applause and cheers. Many wizards pulled out their wands and sent out sparks into the sky.

The flags of various countries and Quidditch teams appeared in the auditorium, and singing and noise were intertwined.

At the edge of the arena, the Aurors were doing the same thing, and they were more orderly, making the entire night sky colorful and beautiful.

Quidditch teams from 16 countries came out on broomsticks, and their mascots followed them——

The leprechauns of the Irish team, the moon monsters of the England team, the Venetian lake monster of the Venice team, and the Bulgarian team...

Veela!

The moment Veela appeared on the field, the whole audience was boiling!

Many wizards stood up, waving their hands frantically, and all the symbols of the teams they supported were thrown aside.

Not to mention them, many players in the sky suddenly started to dive down, wanting to court the veela.

"Draco!" Harry could clearly hear Lucius' roar coming from afar. It was obvious that Malfoy had made Old Comrade Malfoy a big embarrassment.

But Harry felt a little dull.

She leaned back on the chair, resting her chin with one hand, drinking pumpkin juice leisurely.

This kind of small scene... Back then, there were many in the Witch Sect.

That group of witches is more open than this group of veela, with more tricks and stronger charm.

In Harley's eyes, the group of Veevas below are not even as good as Fleur!

At least they fully demonstrated the advantages of mixed blood, and the combination of Veela and human's unique charms is just right.

Speaking of Fleur, Harry suddenly remembered that she seemed to be following Ms. Maxim to watch the knockout match.

I originally planned to invite her to the top box at that time, Sirius also said that he still has the ability to get tickets.

But Fleur refused, saying that she would join Beauxbaton's army.

For some reason, their school organized some excellent sixth and seventh grade students to come to watch the competition.

The cost of this and this trip was sponsored by Mr. Nicole Flamel, Beauxbaton's big benefactor.

Moreover, Furong kept a secret and did not reveal more information.

However, Harley said that she didn't care about it. She had already soaked in the hot springs, and she was very clear about Miss Furong's weaknesses.

As long as Harry is willing, she can easily ask everything from the mouth of a certain Miss Delacour who thinks she is stubborn.

The only thing that makes Harley feel a little regretful is that she can no longer watch the game with Miss Veela.

But considering that Hermione was sitting next to her, Harry suddenly wasn't so sorry.

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Flaming Fox" boss for the reward!)