The audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers, thousands of flags waved at the same time, and the chaotic sound of the national anthem, the scene was truly lively.

On the big black screen opposite, the score between Bulgaria and Ireland is clearly presented, 0-0, and the game has officially entered the stage.

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce ...... The mascot of the Bulgarian national team! ”

To the right of the stands was a neat bright red phalanx, which erupted into loud cheers at the moment.

"Mascot? In the last World Cup, the Italian team brought a group of cute fanny fairy dragons that can breathe fire, and I don't know if there will be any highlights this time. Asinsha picked up the telescope with great interest, ready to get a sneak peek, and on the top seat there was a delicate telescope, much more dexterous than the five Sherlock had sold outside.

And Ludo also explained that such telescopes are applied with special magic for viewing, and can be mass-produced, and one is only three gold gallons, and when he heard the explanation of the director of the sports department and the president of International Quidditch, Sherlock understood that he had acted as a wronged leader.

Draco was sitting nearby, watching intently what the Bulgarian team's mascot was, and he wished there was another dragon, a fire-breathing dragon, that would be so exciting.

As soon as the Bulgarian mascot appeared, Draco gasped, hurriedly put down the binoculars in his hand, and cried with a sad face, "It's actually Meiwa, I hope it can be normal this time." ”

A hundred girls had already slid into the arena, their skin glowing as soft as the moon, their hair fluttering behind their heads without the wind...... At that moment, the music began to play, and Meiwa began to dance.

Looking at the men in the audience around him, a smile appeared on the corner of Sherlock's mouth, this creature can be described as a beautiful woman and a monster for men, these so-called baby races were even defined as succubi under hell in ancient Europe, in the era of persecution of wizards in the Middle Ages, ignorant Muggles were frightened by the non-existent hell and devils.

Meiwa can be seen as a natural beauty born with the art of seduction.

However, this kind of superficial seduction technique can only work on some students who have not yet reached home in the magic realm at most, and only need to have some attainments in the brain occlusion technique, which can basically only interfere with the hearing and hearing.

The music stopped, and Draco still blocked his ears with a bitter hatred, his eyes closed, until Asinsha slapped him a few times, he cautiously opened his eyes, glanced at the people in the box, and gloated, "Finally gone, fortunately I had the foresight, wouldn't it be a shame to be like Scarhead and Weasley's two idiots." ”

Harry and Ron were positioned below, and on the top floor, they had a panoramic view of not only the playing field, but also certain parts of the spectator seats.

At this point, at the front end of the box below, Harry was resting one leg on the wall of the box.

Next to him, Ron made a gesture that seemed to be about to dive off the springboard and stayed there motionless.

Ah Xinsha pouted and muttered, 'Shameful' These two guys have not grown at all, and they are still Gryffindor people, and their concentration is so poor.

The gymnasium was filled with angry roars.

People don't want to leave.

"It's quite distinctive, using Mei Wa as a mascot, similar to cheerleaders in the Muggle world, it has some effect on boosting momentum, and it can also attract the support of a large part of the audience." Sherlock touched his chin boredly and said casually.

"Now...... Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "please raise your wand into the air...... Welcome to the mascot of the Irish national team! ”

Then, with a whoosh, a huge, green and gold object flew into the gymnasium, like a large comet.

It flew around the pavilion and then split into two smaller comets and slammed into a set of goal posts.

Suddenly, an arched rainbow appeared in the entire arena, connecting the two large glittering balls.

The crowd erupted in exclamations of "oops, oops", as if watching a fireworks display.

At this moment, the rainbow disappeared, and the glittering balls connected and blended with each other to form a huge, shiny clover, which rose high into the air and began to hover above the stands.

Something crackled and fell from above, like golden raindrops...... Countless gold gallons went down.

"Tsk, the Irish team has really invested so much money to sprinkle so many Galleons into the audience, it is estimated that even if there is not so much prize money in this World Cup, if so, even if it wins, it will be a loss." Draco counted the accounts one by one, and felt sorry for him.

Lucius kicked his good son next to him, thinking that his adopted son was simply brainless, especially since he was born into the scheming Malfoy family, and Lucius had repeatedly taught Draco that life was always in good hands.

Nor could the Irish team be so deep as to squander it like that.

Sherlock chuckled, "If you're not mistaken, these dropped gold coins should be fake, just a kind of transformation magic, after two or three days, it is estimated that they will return to their original state, and you can test that this is a fake thing in your hand." ”

"The Irish team has always done this, the dwarf who sprinkled the gold coins is just a symbol, only Draco, the stupid man, is still sorry for them, it's really unheard." Ashensha sneered disdainfully.

Lucius was quite helpless, and his son didn't give him a long face at all.

Draco snorted awkwardly, then suddenly pointed to the sky above the gymnasium and changed the subject, "Look, they're out." ”

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome...... Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce you to ...... Dimitrov! ”

A red-clad figure on a broomstick flew into the arena from one of the entrances below, flying so fast that he couldn't see it clearly.

He won a rave ovation from supporters of the Bulgarian team.

"Ivanova!"

A second, crimson-robed figure swooped out.

"Zorglaf! Lefsky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next up...... Krum! ”

"A talented player, the youngest regular game seeker in history, Potter's fool is nothing compared to him, and this time Krum will definitely let him know what a real seeker is." Draco's grayish-blue eyes were filled with excitement.

Summer camp Draco didn't travel to Durmstrang on the Hogwarts Express, so he didn't meet Krum himself, but Draco, as a Slytherin Seeker, has always looked down on Gryffindor's Harry Potter, and he wished Harry could see for himself what the world's top Seeker looks like.

He wanted Krum to blow Harry's confidence as a Gryffindor Seeker, but forgot that he was also a Slytherin Seeker......

Next, the players of the Irish team also appeared in turn.

Until the referee is introduced to the field, the game is about to begin.

Musta whistled the referee and followed the balls into the air.

"Ah, he-he-he-they're off!" Bagman screamed, "This is Marlet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass it to Marlet again! Troy! Lefsky! Moran! ”

Countless figures shuttled through the sky of the arena, and the chasers kept passing the Quaffle to the other team members so fast that Bagman only had time to say their names.

Even with Sherlock's eyesight, his head hurts to watch such a rapid Quidditch match, and Sherlock can't see anything clearly except for the cheers of the audience and the streamer left by flying by a broomstick on the field.

I don't even know whose hands the ball is.

Telescopes are basically useless.

Sarina and Asinsha couldn't stop watching the game with binoculars, but after a while, the two little girls began to get dizzy and spent looking at things.

"Troy scores!" Bagman's big voice roared, and the audience cheered, shaking the stadium and trembling, "10:0, the Irish team leads!" ”

"Troy...... Marlet ...... Moran! Within ten minutes, Ireland had scored two more goals to make it 30-0, prompting a flood of cheers and cheers from their green-clad supporters.

"The overall strength of the Irish team is better than that of Bulgaria, and it can only be seen whether Krum can catch the Golden Snitch before the score is too big, otherwise, this game can only end in Bulgaria's defeat." Sherlock's analysis of the flexibility and dribbling skills of each player on the field suggests that Ireland have a better chance of winning.

Fudge nodded next to him and agreed, "It's true that the average level of the Bulgarian team is really not high, and if Krum doesn't support the situation, they can't become a first-class team at all, and now, it can only be seen if Krum can turn the tide and win this game on his own." ”

The Minister of Magic also loves Quidditch and has a good opinion.

Bulgaria are not as strong as Ireland overall, but they have the most talented Seeker, Krum.

"I think it's suspenseful, you know, it's the World Cup, it's not Quidditch in our school, and the Seeker dominates the game, so maybe it won't work here." Although Fourmond admired Krum, he was sensible enough to believe that Ireland had a better chance of winning the long game.

"Dimitrov! Lefsky! Dimitrov! Ivanova ...... Oh, my God! Bagman said in a loud voice.

The 100,000 wizards held their breath as they stared at the two seekers...... Krum and Linzi...... Falling quickly among the chasers, it was as if they had jumped out of a plane without a parachute.

Sherlock looked at the two rapidly descending players with some strange feelings, in his field of vision, there was no existence of the Golden Snitch at all, if he couldn't find the Golden Snitch with his dynamic vision, there could only be one reason why Krum still did it.

Sure enough, at the last second, Victor Cree stopped diving, rose again, and flew away in a circle.

And Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground, and the thud could be heard by the entire gymnasium.

There was a lamentation from the seats of the Irish audience.

"Tsk, amazing feints." Sherlock's eyes lit up and he exclaimed.

"The game is suspended." Mr. Bagman yelled, "Trained field doctors rushed to the field to check on Aidan Linzi's injuries. ”

A line of glowing purple text flashed across the screen on the playing field: Lonsky Feint - Contain the Dangerous Seeker.

"Very good, he is indeed the most talented Seeker of the century, and Lin Qi of the Irish team is like an idiot in front of him, I have to say, this trick is cool." Draco lamented that people like Krum would have been sorted into Slytherin if they had studied at Hogwarts.

After another 15 minutes of intense and intense action, Ireland scored 10 goals in quick succession. They are now leading 130-10 and the game is starting to get unscrupulous.

When Malette sprinted at the post again with a Quaffle under her arm, Bulgarian goalkeeper Zoglav flew out to meet her.

"It's not a good situation, with this momentum, Ireland can win by another 50 points, and the game will be secure, and Bulgaria is now completely pressed." Asinsha's tone was quite cold, and she really didn't have a good impression of the Irish team, perhaps the main reason was that there were no players she knew in it.

Just now, after Marlet was rammed by the opposing goalkeeper, the leprechauns rose into the air angrily like a swarm of shiny bumblebees, and now they quickly formed a "Ha! Ha! Ha! ".

Mei Wa on the other side of the arena jumped up, angrily shook their hair, and started dancing again.

Draco's face changed, and he quickly blocked his ears. "Again, these annoying things."

Sarina pointed to the front row of the gymnasium. "Look at the referee!" She giggled.

Sherlock looked over to the referee's bench, where Hassan Mustafa had landed in front of the dancing girl, and he was acting strangely.

He flexes his limbs, flexes his muscles, and strokes his beard excitedly.

"Okay, so it seems that this referee will have to step down after this World Cup." A smile appeared on the corner of Sherlock's mouth, such a person can also be a referee? Is it a squib?

"Oh, that's not going to work!" Ludo Bagman said, but listening to his tone, he also found it very funny: "Somebody goes up and slaps the referee!" ”

A field doctor plugged his fingers in his ear, rushed into the field, and kicked Mustafa in the shin several times.

Mustafa seemed to come to his senses.

Mustafa looked particularly embarrassed and was yelling at Meiwa, who stopped dancing and looked very unconvinced.

"Mr. Sherlock will definitely not be affected by those babies, I am really curious about what projects will be in the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, it is said that the projects have always been difficult and dangerous, even the referee must have superb strength and judgment, Sherlock is not even seventeen years old It is impossible to participate in the top three, but he can be a referee, at least it will not be as embarrassing as this referee when facing this group of babies."