Section I

Over the next half hour, the box on the top floor was filled with people - wizards in all kinds of clothes walked into the box in twos and threes, excitedly discussing the upcoming game or greeting acquaintances. Sauron and Fleur sat in the front row, undisturbed, talking and laughing to themselves, enjoying their rare time together.

The stadium was full of people, and as the minutes and seconds passed, an indescribable frenzy brewed in the air, eagerly waiting for the moment of catharsis.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Welcome! Ludo Bagman's loud voice suddenly swept over the stadium and thundered to every corner of the stands, "Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!" ”

The audience erupted in cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem, and the scene was lively. On the giant blackboard on one side of the arena, the changing slogan has been erased and now reads: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"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.

It was as if a cold wind swept through the summer grass, and the gymnasium fell silent for a moment, and for a moment, even Sauron felt his breath stagnate.

I saw a hundred girls already gliding towards the arena, their skin glowing as soft as the moon, their silver hair fluttering in the back of their heads in the wind—it was a breathtaking beauty, and it was fascinating.

At this moment, the music sounded, and Meiwa began to dance, and as these elves danced faster and faster, a strong desire grew from the bottom of her heart, and it was out of control, making people unable to think, and just wanted to do something amazing. These seductive spirits danced in the air, and almost all the men present fell into a frenzy.

"Terrible power." Sauron couldn't help but whisper, and from the long pupils that had become narrow, there was a hint of surprise and a hint of jealousy—this magic was so powerful, powerful enough to rival the power of a demigod.

Sauron could "see" that under the guidance of Meiwa's magic, a large amount of psionic energy was released from the fanatical audience, converging and transforming in the void, and then further strengthening Meiwa's magic - and in the end, this terrifying power even began to metamorphose further, like a flame, burning at a level that ordinary people could not perceive.

This made Sauron think of a fact that made him a little frightened, these Mei Wa, as ancient beings, were just ordinary members of the Holy Spirit Secret Realm, so as Elian, the guardian of the secret realm, she was probably stronger than he expected, and her sudden appearance would also bring greater variables.

"What are you thinking, dear?" Fleur's voice interrupted Sauron's thoughts, and she looked at Sauron with a somewhat narrow smile and quipped, "What, our demigod soul has been hooked?" ”

Sauron couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, he grabbed the girl's hand, and said with a smile: "Yes, my soul has been taken away, have you seen where he has gone?" ”

The girl glanced at Sauron slightly, but her slender fingers were clasped together with him, and she turned her head to look at the dancing babies in the air, not knowing what she was thinking.

Meiwa's dancing didn't last long, at least to those who were obsessed with them. As the music stopped, the gymnasium fell silent for a moment, and Sauron noticed that there were many men in the box who seemed to have just woken up, looking at them in a trance, while their female companions sat on the sidelines, looking at them with gloomy faces.

But soon, angry yells rang out from all sides - people didn't want Meiwa to leave, and at this moment, I am afraid that many people present were willing to give up the World Cup and have been watching this obsessive creature.

"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "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.

"Interesting." Sauron raised an eyebrow, playing with a gold coin in his hand, and with a slight pressure on his fingers, the gold coin began to burn from where it touched his fingertips, and soon turned into nothingness, leaving nothing behind. Obviously, these coins are not physical, but are made of special magic.

Sauron looked up, and huge clovers were hovering over their heads, scattering huge gold coins that fell on their heads and seats, causing people to scramble and bend down to pick up the gold coins on the ground. Sauron looked closely at the clover and saw that it was actually made up of countless small people in red vests and mustaches, each carrying a small golden or green lamp.

"Irish leprechaun!" Fleur said happily, she also picked up several gold coins in her hand, and looked at them carefully, "Very clever techniques, using illusion and transfiguration to the extreme, these little goblins really have a set." ”

Despite this, the girl picked up a few more gold coins, and the attraction of the shiny gold coins to women was obvious, no different in the Muggle world or in the wizarding world. Soon, the giant clover was gone, and the leprechauns slowly landed on the opposite side of the fairies in the arena and sat cross-legged, ready to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I'll 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! And then there's - Krum! ”

"Krum! Krum! There were cheers in the stadium, not only from the Bulgarian side, but also from the Irish crowd chanting his name.

Sauron narrowed his eyes and stared at the man flying in the air on a broomstick—Victor Krum was dark and thin, with gray-yellow skin, a large hooked nose and two thick black eyebrows, and looked like a huge eagle, with a gloomy temperament that did not match his age.

"The Krum enclave is fantastic!" Fleur excitedly said, "People say he's the best flyer ever!" ”

"yes." Sauron said lightly, with a smile on his face, "He's a good broomsticker. ”

"Now, please welcome - the Irish National Quidditch Team!" Bagman shouted loudly, "It's Connolly!" Ryan! Troy! Marlett! Moran! Quigley! And -- and -- and -- Lin Qi! ”

Seven vague green figures flew into the arena, they were members of the Irish team, and in an instant the audience burst into cheers, accompanied by the flashes of countless panoramic telescopes.

"And our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the much-loved president of the International Quidditch Federation, who flew in from Egypt!"

A short, lean wizard strode toward the arena in a solid gold robe that matched the color of the gymnasium. He was bald on the top of his head, but he had a large beard, and his whole head looked like a hairy egg. A silver whistle sticks out from under his beard, with a large wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other.

The old man stepped on his broomstick and kicked the crate open—four balls leaping into the air at once: a bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and the tiny, winged golden snitch. Amid the cheers of the crowd, Musta whistled and followed the balls into the air - the game was officially underway!

Section II

The game was in full swing and Ireland had a huge advantage in the scoreline, but as everyone had predicted, Krum did well, cruising through the air with his firebolts, searching for his prey like an eagle, giving the Irish Seekers no chance.

"Ah, look at that, fast and effective offensive organization!" Bagman screamed, "This is Marlet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass it to Marlet again! Troy! Lefsky! Moran! ”

On the podium, Bagman was commentating the game, his passionate voice carrying a burning enthusiasm, as if he had returned to his old days as a dynamic player.

Everyone in the box behind Bagman was focused on the game, and so was Harry, who had never seen such a good Quidditch match - the speed of the team's flight was unbelievable, and the chaser kept passing the Quaffle to the other team members so fast that Bagman had only time to call them names.

Harry kept adjusting the knobs of the panoramic telescope, and slow-motion replays and text notes helped him see the game clearly, but he soon realized that this was not very feasible - as the game became more and more intense, the attack and defense of both teams were frighteningly fast, and one thing happened in a split second, and if you watched it in slow motion, you would often miss a lot of highlights.

Harry knew a lot about the game of Quidditch and he could see that the Irish chasers were superb. They worked together seamlessly, their movements so coordinated that they seemed to be able to read each other's minds, and the rose-shaped badge on Harry's chest kept screaming their names: "Troy - Mallette - Moran!" In the space of 10 minutes, Ireland scored two more goals, prompting a flood of cheers and cheers from their green-clad supporters.

The game became more intense and more brutal, perhaps because he was also a Seeker, or perhaps because Krum's watch was so dazzling, Harry's eyes often stayed on Krum. He'd never seen anyone fly like that, and Krum looked as if he hadn't used a broomstick at all, and he flew up and down in the air with ease, as if he didn't have anything to rely on, and was as light as a feather. He had to admit that he felt envious and longed to ride a firebolt like Krum and fly in the air under the watchful eyes of all people.

Suddenly, Bagman shouted in a loud voice: "Dimitrov! Lefsky! Dimitrov! Ivanova - Oh my God! ”

The 100,000 wizards held their breath as they watched as the two Seekers—Krum and Linzi—descended rapidly among the pursuers, as if they had jumped out of the plane without a parachute.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione beside Harry exclaimed.

Without the panoramic telescope, it was too late, Harry held his breath and stared intently at Krum's figure in the air, and involuntarily, his pupils suddenly became narrow.

For a moment, everything around them became slow and clear—Harry saw Krum and Linzi swooping down in slow motion, the wind sweeping across their jerseys and pulling the back hem straight; He could even make out every detail of Krum's face, his facial muscles tensed, his dark eyebrows underneath, and his equally black eyes staring at the ground.

It was a strange feeling, the world was presenting to Harry in a strange way, the cheers that had been constantly bombarding his eardrums like a tidal wave had become so distant and audible that he could even distinguish every exclamation or cheer from the roar; His eyes were fixed on Krum, but at the same time he could clearly see every other player on the field, and seeing them swinging their bats and dodging the ball, he felt like he could even see every spectator in the audience - he could see a qiē if he wanted to.

The sensation was mesmerizing, Harry instinctively used his mental powers, subtle but powerful magic fluctuations surging within him, and his slightly narrowed eyes were stained with a cold silver tint, like a frost moon. The world in his perception changed again—clusters of faint blue light appeared in front of him, wisps of light escaped from these clusters of light, gathered together, surging over the arena like a tide, exuding dazzling brilliance, and clusters of bright halos of light flew through the dark blue clouds, stirring up ripples and dissipating into the void.

Each halo represented a person, and Harry realized that the dark blue clouds connected everyone in a special way, including himself as well - wisps of blue light were drawn by an invisible force that surrounded him and converged into his body, turning into a familiar force that made him feel extraordinarily powerful.

"It feels good, right?" An abrupt voice suddenly sounded in Harry's head, with a familiar coldness.

In this dark blue world, a black flame was burning quietly, and the blue light and black fire swirled around it, slowly being sucked into it, like fuel turning into a part of the flame. In the midst of that black fire, a pair of golden pupils were clearly visible, making Harry feel as cold and sharp as a blade.

It was Sauron, and for Harry, it was an unjustified but unambiguous judgment, even though it was the first time Sauron had appeared to him in such a special way.

"Is this the world you see?" Harry whispered as if he were talking to himself, and he didn't shy away from making eye contact with Sauron, as if there was no difference between the hundreds of feet between the two ends of the arena.

"This is the world we see," Sauron said calmly, "the world we see from heaven looking down on the world. ”

Harry froze, but after a moment he couldn't help but feel a ridiculous irony, he closed his eyes, shook his head with a wry smile, and when he opened his eyes again, the world changed back to its old familiar but ordinary appearance. He looked at the famous big names in the box, maybe they sat in this luxurious box, and when they scanned the dense audience in the stands opposite, they would also feel high, but they didn't know that in the eyes of some people, they were just the same people who were looked down on in the world.

The game continued, with players from both teams continuing to chase through the air like the wind, with Ireland maintaining the lead and increasing the scoreline. In the end, the game ended with a surprising ending - Krum caught the Golden Snitcher, but Ireland won by 10 points.

There was a moment of silence in the stadium as Krum landed to the ground with his nose bleeding and the Golden Snitch in his hand, and then burst into tidal cheers the next. Ludo Bagman shouted in a loud voice: "Extraordinary game, unexpected ending, let's cheer for all the players - the sky is yours!" ”

There was another round of cheers in the arena, and Harry applauded, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the stands opposite, where someone was literally standing in the sky.

PS: Recently, due to some personal problems, the update has been broken for several days, and I will try to make up for it in the future. Thank you all for your support and understanding!