Krum's face was even darker when he returned to the arena, and he didn't let the doctor clean his wounds and scrub the blood for him.

His teammates also gathered around him, shaking their heads and looking dejected.

Just a short distance away, England's players danced with joy as their mascots flew wildly in the sky, singing and dancing to look particularly beautiful.

Flags were waved everywhere in the stadium and the England national anthem sounded from all directions.

"Now, with the England players circling the pitch in the company of their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup trophy has been sent to the top box!" said Bagman's bell-like voice.

On the top floor, under a giant statue in the shape of an iron-gray eagle with its wings outstretched, Penelope stood and watched the game in its entirety.

Due to the World Cup, Penelo's Auror reserves were also called, and Albert specially arranged for Penelope to stay here and watch the whole game.

The phantom feather cloak was behind her, blown by the wind in the sky, and she looked at the high-spirited Allen, and a beautiful smile bloomed happily.

Suddenly, a dazzling bright light flashed, and the top box was magically illuminated, so that all the spectators in the stands could see the situation inside the box.

At the entrance, two panting wizards carried a large gold cup into the box and handed it to Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge smiled from ear to ear, and he could finally laugh out loud without restraining the joy in his heart.

"Let us applaud and welcome to the stage the Bulgarian players who have worked hard and persevered!" Bagman shouted.

Seven Bulgarian players who had suffered defeat went upstairs and entered the box. The audience below applauded them.

One by one, the Bulgarian players walked between the two rows of seats in the box and shook hands with their ministers and Fudge, as Bagman shouted out everyone's name.

Krum was at the end of the line, looking very embarrassed. On the bloodstained face, the two dark circles under the eyes are particularly eye-catching.

Once he landed on the ground, his movements looked less coordinated. His legs are a bit outward, and his shoulders are visibly bent forward.

Still, when Bagman called out Krum's name, the entire stadium gave him a polite applause.

But Krum's expression was even more gloomy, and the strong did not need sympathy.

Next on stage were the England players, and everyone was beaming. When Allen's name was shouted out loud by Bagman, the entire stadium gave him an immensely enthusiastic, deafening cheer.

When Coach Alan and Coach Geraldine took over the Quidditch World Cup from Fudge, the entire arena turned into a sea of joy.

The England players got on their broomsticks again, and Allen took Geraldine, holding the Quidditch World Cup, riding on a broomstick, and once again circumnavigating the field.

"I really envy Alan. Harry sighed as he sat in the stands, looking at Alan in the distance.

"You're also a very good Seeker at Hogwarts, in fact, I've heard you're the youngest Seeker in a century. ”

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and encouraged.

"Allen, Krum, they're not very old, but they're much better than me. ”

Harry's eyes were a little confused, he was very famous in the wizarding world, but at Hogwarts, his grades were very average, and he always caused trouble, he felt that the aura of the "savior" was extremely heavy, he was just an ordinary little wizard.

"Harry, everyone is unique, everyone has their own growth process, there is no need to envy others. But there's one thing you need to be aware of. Sirius stopped talking.

"What's the matter, Sirius?" Harry's curiosity was piqued.

"You should try to make some new friends, like Diggory over there. I've heard that although he is a Hufflepuff, he also has a Gryffindor spirit, and he bravely protected a Ravenclaw girl last semester. ”

Sirius gestured to Cedric Diggory in the box.

Harry looked in the direction Sirius was pointing, only to see Cedric sitting between his parents, looking helpless.

"Even if I can't anymore, I'm going to be myself. I'd rather die with a fried fish in my colon than eat a vegetable salad and steal my life. Amos Diggory said stubbornly, turning his head away from Mrs. Diggory.

"I just want your constipation to be relieved...... Mrs. Diggory shook her head helplessly.

Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud, Cedric, of course he knew that in the whole of Hogwarts, maybe only Alan was more popular than Cedric.

Harry thought about Sirius's words, and he couldn't help but think of Ron, who had been speaking ill of Alan all night.

But out of friendship and gratitude to Alan for helping him during the summer vacation, Harry felt that Ron should be persuaded to stop targeting Eren.

The most important thing is that Eren is so popular in school and so good in his own right, and Ron continues to say bad things about him, which does not benefit him at all.

Harry thought about it, walked up to Ron, excused himself to buy some food, and pulled Ron out of the box.

"Krum's loss is so ugly, Alan doesn't have any mercy ......at all," Ron still complained, still nagging.

"Ron," Harry suddenly stood and looked around, "don't speak ill of Allen, he helped us a lot. Think about it, he made your wand for you. ”

Ron subconsciously stroked his sleeve, it was empty, there was nothing.

Cold sweat soaked his forehead, and he immediately turned around and ran back to the box, Harry following him with an inexplicable expression.

"What's wrong with Ron?" asked Harry, panting as he ran.

"My wand, my wand must have fallen to the ground from the crash. Ron looked panicked, he didn't dare tell his family about it.

Having lost his wand, he could almost imagine Mrs. Weasley's reaction.

"It's all your fault that you can only eat potatoes at home for two weeks in a row. Now that you've lost your wand, you'll have to go to school empty-handed next semester!"

Ron's face turned pale all of a sudden, without a wand, at Hogwarts, he was afraid that he would be ridiculed to the point of lovelessness.

A dejected Ron, with a sad face, was out of place with the England fans around him who were partying.

Soon, they were surrounded by a tidal wave of people who had left the stadium and returned to camp.

As Alan and the others walked back along the lantern-lit passageway, there was a beautiful singing voice in the night sky - the mascot of the England team, the Sirens were singing.