The Quidditch World Cup is the most important tournament in the wizarding world – there isn't one.

If I had to make an analogy, its influence in the wizarding world is equivalent to the Super Bowl plus the World Cup and the Olympics and so on and so on - after all, in the wizarding world, there is only one sporting event on a large scale.

This is a worldwide ball tournament, and the participating teams theoretically include the entire wizarding world - but due to the peculiarities of Quidditch, the largest venue for this long tournament, and the venue that has been cleaned up for a year is only for the two teams competing for the championship and runner-up, because theoretically, if the Golden Snitch is not caught, the game will go on normally, even for a long time.

At the very least, among the people Allen listened to who bet on the game, some even pressed a large sum of money to the game for a week - because this is not the norm in previous competitions, but it is by no means uncommon.

If it weren't for the name of the person who was the banker, Allen, who was too familiar, maybe he would have pressed such a sum of money, but unfortunately, I don't know why, after seeing Ludo Bagman, his original memory of this plot completely faded away, and he suddenly remembered the man in front of him.

Rotten gambler, a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic who dares to cheat even the money of the goblin, in order to settle the gambling debt, the gambling peripheral member who used his position to facilitate Harry to provide a large amount of information in the Triwizard Tournament - in the future, when the goblin came to collect the debt, the gambler directly chose the option of why he had to repay the money he borrowed with his ability, and directly chose to run away, so that the goblin directly questioned the Ministry of Magic.

Well, he hasn't reached the point where he needs to run away, and he is still the high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, not only in charge of Quidditch, but also in charge of the subsequent Triwizard Tournament.

Therefore, after meeting Sirius, the director of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Physical Education invited Sirius to make such a bet with a smile on his face, after all, the Black family's wealth was well known.

It's a pity that neither Sirius, Harry, nor Alan have any interest in betting - although Alan is almost certain of the outcome of the game, he obviously won't bet on the big liar in front of him, and it's good to say that the other party can pay it out, but if he can't lose it, he still has to find a place for the other party to sell himself to pay off his debts?

Speaking of this, Alan suddenly remembered something - it seemed that the twins had lost all their savings here, and it was a lot of money.

Looking at the liar in front of him, Alan suddenly wanted to force this bastard to hand over the money - the Weasleys were notoriously poor in the entire wizarding world, and this bastard actually hit the Weasleys with his thoughts!

It was hard for Alan to stop this idea - gambling is not a good thing, compared to the twins' future careers, the money is not enough, if they don't get enough money or something at that time, Alan can support them, but the money is not as good as letting them buy a lesson - at least after obviously winning but losing all their property, the two stopped gambling.

As for the bastard in front of him - someone will clean him up, and it's amazing that Alan will do it himself.

After sending off the speculator with a courtesy smile, Alan quickly learned the weight of the twins' bet from Ron's mouth: "God, I really don't know how they saved up, a full thirty-seven Galleons - I don't even have one!"

This number even surprised Alan - although it was not a large number compared to the amount he blackmailed Mr. Auror, it was obviously not a small number for a normal student, especially when Ron's poor clanging was not a small number.

Soon, the sky was completely dark, and the group should go back to dinner—although they had just had afternoon tea at Sirius's house, they were still a little hungry after a long stroll.

Ron reluctantly said goodbye to his friends and prepared to go back to his tent, while Alan and the others went straight back to Sirius's tent - it was fully equipped, even the kitchen, and Harry even invited Ron over for dinner, but he quickly turned it down.

——

In the large open space in front of Sirius's tent, a grill was propped up, and Alan and Sirius were busy with a pile of ingredients, while the remaining four began to make rice worms.

That's right, four instead of three—because it's amazing that there is one more.

Zhang Qiu.

Well, it's amazing, when Qiu was communicating with a bunch of wizards, Harry's sharp eyes found out, and then Harry's classmate came over with a clumsy performance, and after some magical conversations and jokes, Alan and his party had one more.

However, Alan's focus was not so much on the dog food that Harry had sent from the beginning, but on the previous pile of wizards, a group of wizards from China, there was no doubt about that.

It might have been a little wrong in terms of skin color alone, but the language they spoke and one of Allen's acquaintances had clearly confirmed his judgment - though the group of wizards didn't look like wizards at all, and few of them used wands.

Understandably, though, Alan had been to Uganda before—the wizards there even used their own fingers, and he had learned a lot from there.

A team of Chinese wizards came to watch the World Cup, and Qiu went to communicate, and Selma was there, which was very interesting - if it weren't for Voldemort's imminent matter, Alan might have taken the opportunity to watch it this year.

To be honest, Alan is really curious about the Chinese wizarding world, but he was prevaricated by Selma's classmates after asking several times, and as for Autumn - she grew up in England and didn't know anything about the domestic situation...

As the question deepened, a vague question suddenly came out of Allen's hand - at this moment, the bacon in his hand was already half-carbonized and completely inedible.

Quietly putting away the failed results, Alan smiled, not thinking about the previous thing - for him, the most important thing for him at the moment was to kill Voldemort, and the rest could be put on the back a bit.

Shaking his head and shaking off the uselessness, Alan began to roast the meat in earnest, and the people behind him were still waiting to eat it.

——

After the meal, pack up the things, and the game is almost over.

Quite a magical game – it starts in the evening.

Well, the Quidditch World Cup, which is in dire need of a player's eyesight, reflexes and weather conditions, starts in the evening, not in the sunny morning.

Alan complained a lot about this, but it was clear that the situation would not allow him to change.

Cho hurried back to her place after the barbecue - although it was obvious that she wanted to watch the game with Harry, she could barely fool around and say that she was with friends, and it would be too much to watch the game and then slip away.

Just as Eren and the others were using their magic to protect their tents, suddenly a person appeared in the camp that they could not have imagined - Ludo Bagman, the director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic.

At this moment, the former famous Quidditch player's jersey was covered in sweat, and his face was slightly pale, full of horror and fear.

The expression shocked everyone, including Allen.

In Alan's vague memory, it seemed that there was a big mess in the Quidditch match, but it didn't seem to be what it is now—could he be mistaken?

Otherwise, he couldn't have imagined anything else that could scare this Ministry of Magic official like this, and the other party looked like he had come to take refuge.

Could it be that this old guy is a thief and plans to cheat people?

Allen's eyes began to be unkind, did this product come to urge, and anyone dared to cheat their money?

However, he soon realized that he had made a mistake - instead of coming to bewitch him or Sirius, the Mister Ludo hugged Harry with an excited face.

"Good thing you're here, Mr. Potter!" said the Director of Athletics as if he had grasped the last straw - he let go of Harry and said incoherently, "Yes, that's right - it's great that you're here, Mr. Potter!"

This was confusing to everyone, especially Allen, who really couldn't figure out how Harry could help the big gambler so far.

"That's right, Potter, are you interested in bringing glory to your country?"

A tall hat was flipped out by Ludo, who had calmed down slightly, and then put it on Harry's head, knocking the boy unconscious - Sirius's face became wary, and he took a few steps forward, and his wand was drawn.

"I warn you, don't beat Harry's idea - he's a kid and wouldn't do anything dangerous!"

However, Ludo didn't flinch in the shinch of his smile, "It's not a dangerous thing to do—I don't think Harry will be able to refuse this honor, and Mr. Black will definitely agree when he hears it." ”

He paused, and methodically uttered his request in Sirius' murderous eyes—a request that directly scared Allen.

He said: "I wonder if Mr. Potter would like to play for Ireland as a Seeker against Bulgaria?"

The sound was not very smooth, and even trembled, but in the ears of those present, there was undoubtedly a thunderclap.

Yes, it's easy to say, but it's actually scary - let Harry go up and play this Quidditch World Cup.

Sirius was stunned for a moment and then shouted, "What are you kidding! Do you know what you're talking about, Harry is still a kid, how can he go to the World Cup?"

Earlier, Sirius was still pointing his wand at Ludo, but now that the wand was completely down, his face full of disbelief - how could Harry be asked to play in the World Cup?

Don't say it's him, Alan is stupid - so decent, why did he suddenly let Harry start a game?

Hermione, because she didn't know much about this at all, but had a thoughtful expression, and as for Annie, she didn't care about this at all, she just threw a bag of sugar-soaked mountain red, ate it with a smile, and gave Alan one.

Ludo doesn't seem to have the same embarrassment as before at this moment—too, after seeing the scene in front of him, even a little normal person will know that persuasion is nine out of ten.

He nodded: "I'm not kidding, but I'm serious - Harry is an honorary player for our country, and before the game, his name was reported as an honorary player, so he has every reason to go to the game." ”

Alan also remembered - this was the glory Harry had achieved when he was in Japan, but no one took it seriously, like honorary professors, and no one expected them to substitute for him.

It was just an honor, but now it's being used like this, is there any conspiracy?

Ludo continued after Harry nodded his head to prove it: "Although it is said that there is no way to change players during the official match, the personnel who report in advance are obviously not within this rule - and Linzi, our Seeker, ate too many cold drinks to calm himself before the game, and then now he is running on his stomach. ”

"What does a doctor do?"

"He'd been in the toilet for too long when he found out, and he's already exhausted—" Ludo rubbed his head, looking furious.

"So you let Harry go, right, because of a big game like this, everyone has been preparing for it for a whole year, but the Seeker has to delay or even change players due to personal problems - compared to the unfamous but disgruntled subs, Harry is obviously a Seeker who can satisfy the people, isn't he?"

Hermione spoke suddenly—to the point.

Like he said, Linzi is a big star in the Irish team, and the substitutes obviously don't have that kind of accolade - when it's easy to be snatched by Krum to take the Golden Snitch, replacing the lesser-known substitute will obviously make the audience full of anger, even if it's okay to scold the rice bucket, the problem is that the Quidditch hooligans don't have to be football hooligans to make trouble, if not much more terrifying.

At this time, Harry, who had been reported as an honorary player, fell into the eyes of the management - perfect, perfect Seeker, and the name Harry Potter alone was enough to suppress anger.

And Harry's record also looks quite gorgeous - you know, there is only one Hogwarts in the whole of the UK, and most of the players who come out are key members of the Quidditch club, and Harry's previous record is no problem at all when he joins the team after graduation.

The strength is enough, and the fame is enough - even better than Lin Qi himself.

Such a perfect choice, it would be foolish for him, the director of the department, not to come here in person - but it's a pity that he was seen through.

But Ludo was not ashamed at all – as a former famous Quidditch player, he was well aware of the appeal of the position to Quidditch players.

Although Hermione's words had some effect, Sirius and Harry began to grin at each other.

"May I go, Godfather?" Harry grinned.

"Of course, if it were Jaime, he would have been happy, and if he had known you could go, he wouldn't have had any objections. ”

"Great, Harry, let's get to the team, you can try to get used to the firebolts for the rest of this time. Ludo had a smile on his face.

"No, I have—" Harry turned back to the tent and brought his treasure out of his suitcase—the battle was decided.