Chapter 343: Chaos at the Quidditch World Cup

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

"Good evening, as the Minister of Magic, I am very honored to welcome each of you to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final. Now the game begins."

One hundred thousand spectators burst into thunderous cheers and applause, thousands of flags waved at the same time, countless red and green balloons flew high into the sky, and all billboards were erased and replaced by scoreboards with Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

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

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

As the voice fell, a bright red square appeared on the right, and a hundred Veela slid onto the field amid loud cheers.

Veela is a kind of female elf that can transform. They keep the appearance of humans, have their own charm skills, and are extremely beautiful.

So the moment they stepped into the stadium, the atmosphere was directly ignited.

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

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

"You two finally didn't disappoint me." Adrian looked at his two calm brothers and nodded with satisfaction.

"Who do you look down on?" Leon curled his lips, "I have seen more beautiful mermaids, and compared with them, Veela is just so-so."

"I admit that they are beautiful, but I am still confident in my self-control." Aaron said indifferently, "But to be honest, this is definitely the best cheerleading team."

As the music stopped, the Veela stopped dancing and slowly retreated to one side of the stadium.

The people above gradually regained their sanity and were pulled back to their seats by their companions.

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

"Now... please raise your wands to the air... welcome the mascot of the Irish national team."

Whoosh!

A green and gold sphere flew into the stadium. It turned around and split into two, hitting a set of goal posts.

The bright fireworks formed an arch bridge between the two sets of goal posts, and the two spheres were connected in the middle of the arch bridge to form a clover pattern.

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

"Irish leprechaun." Lyon looked at the leprechaun holding a golden and green lantern in the sky and smiled, "Very creative, compared to dancing, these substantial things are more popular.

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

Ron, who was bending over to pick up the gold coins, was stunned for a while when he heard this.

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

The huge clover pattern quickly disappeared, and the Irish leprechaun also landed opposite the Veela, ready to watch the game.

Then Ludo Bagman introduced the players of the Bulgarian team to everyone one by one.

The beaters, chasers, and goalkeepers in bright red robes flew into the field one by one. They were very fast, and everyone's broom was the fastest Firebolt.

When the last seeker Viktor Krum came on the field, the supporters of the Bulgarian team couldn't help but shout his name, and even the supporters of the Irish team joined in without hesitation.

If there are stars in the magic world, Krum, the recognized best seeker in the wizarding world, is definitely the top one. People want autographs when he walks on the street. Lockhart and his ilk can't compare with him at all.

"Aaron, I heard that you were a seeker at Hogwarts for a term. Do you have the confidence to fight him?" Leon asked meaningfully.

"Don't make fun of me." Aaron rolled his eyes in annoyance, "I'm a professional at this."

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

"Till Ireland wins." Aaron said confidently. He was not sure who could catch the Golden Snitch, but it would not be a problem for him to just hold off Krum.

"Now welcome the Irish National Quidditch Team." Bagman called out the names of the seven players in a loud voice. Seeker Lynch was placed last, but the cheers and applause he received were a few points less than Krum.

The Irish team wore green uniforms, and their flying brooms were all Firebolts. They were evenly matched in terms of speed.

Then the referee Hassan Mustafa entered the field. He was a short and thin wizard with a completely bald head but a particularly thick beard. As for his identity, he was the chairman of the International Quidditch Federation.

He walked to the center of the field and kicked open the wooden box. The red Quaffle, the black Bludger, and the Golden Snitch flew out one after another.

With a whistle, the game officially begins.

These players are top-notch, with ridiculous speed, and extraordinary balance and coordination.

Red and green figures flashed before the audience's eyes, and Bagman's commentary gradually couldn't keep up with their movements. He disappeared before he could read out a name.

You can watch it at a slow speed with a holographic telescope, but the disadvantage of doing so is that you will miss more exciting scenes.

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

The game became increasingly intense, and the cheerleaders of both sides began to leave the field.

The leprechaun made a clover pattern, and the veela began to dance to encourage the Bulgarian team.

Krum pretended to find the golden snitch and lured Lynch to do the same action with him. At the last moment of the two people's rapid dive, he rose smoothly, while Lynch had a close contact with the ground.

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

The audience discussed enthusiastically, and those with holographic telescopes watched the replay with great interest. Krum took advantage of the time when Lynch was being treated to find the Golden Snitch.

Doctors in international competitions are much more professional. In less than ten minutes, Lynch stood up and returned to the field.

Hassan blew the whistle and the game started again.

The fighting spirit of the Irish team became more and more high. In just over ten minutes, the score exceeded that of the Bulgarian team by 100 points.

At this time, the game began to become dangerous. After all, it is not impossible to foul in the Quidditch World Cup, but the means of their fouls could not be concealed from the audience at the venue.

Hassan Mustafa was fair at the beginning and allowed the Irish team to take a free throw.

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 came back to his senses from the dance of the veela.

"Good fight." Adrian smiled, "This unreliable referee shouldn't have come here from the beginning."

"Charm skills are still very useful!" Aaron murmured in a low voice. These hundred veelas made him realize the role of charm, which may work wonders sometimes.

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

"Uh..." Aaron felt a little empty, "Is it not possible?"

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

Charm magic will not work on people who are stronger than you, nor on people with a strong will. At most, it can only deal with some ordinary people."

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

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

"Take care of yourself! But don't take it too seriously."

"Don't worry, I know the limit." Aaron smiled. As long as the magic points are enough, he can control this kind of magic in minutes.

The Veela were ordered to stop dancing. Referee Hassan thought that this would affect the game. The Veela seemed a little unconvinced, but they had to give the referee face.

After this episode, the game entered a white-hot stage.

The chasers on both sides started to hit people with the Quaffle, and the batsmen became even crazier, swinging their bats at people whenever they had the chance.

The Irish team suffered a lot in the process, and the sound of fouls came one after another in the stadium. Hassan asked the Irish team to take free throws again.

The national team had a considerable advantage. The leprechauns laughed excitedly and even provoked the leprechauns.

The leprechauns looked at the huge middle finger raised by the leprechauns and immediately gave up their so-called self-restraint.

They stopped dancing, their heads turned into sharp bird heads, and wings covered with scales emerged from their shoulders, shooting balls of red flames to attack the leprechauns.

"See, kids," Mr. Weasley said meaningfully, "You can never pursue only appearance."

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

Arthur Weasley:......

It seems... impossible to refute.

"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 handle it." Hermione said.

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 are more than 100,000 wizard spectators at the scene. Even if the Ministry of Magic wants to enforce the law violently, it must pay attention to the impact, which means that they can only appeal to emotions and reason, which is doomed to have little effect.

The stadium gradually became chaotic, and the game was carried out with the screams of the veela, the explosions of the wands, and the roars and cheers of the fans.

The referee's voice was no longer important because Hassan was stuck between the two mascots and couldn't get away. Bagman could barely commentate and host the game, but the situation would only escalate until the winner was decided.