As the afternoon passed, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.

At dusk, even the silent summer air seems to tremble in anticipation.

At this moment, a low, deep gong sound was heard from somewhere in the distance of the woods, and immediately, thousands of red, green, and green lanterns bloomed brightly on the trees, illuminating the road to the arena.

"It's time!" said Mr. Harris, looking equally excited, "hurry up, let's go!"

Mr. Harris and Lucius Malfoy led the way, and after lunch, they kept talking, and seemed happy with each other.

Malfoy, holding the England team's rose logo in one hand and Allen's magic statue in the other, followed behind Allen with a smile on his face.

They walked briskly into the woods along the lantern-lit passageway.

They could hear thousands of people moving around, shouting, laughing, and staccato singing.

This frenzied excitement is contagious, and Allen's emotions are also mobilized and he laughs heartily.

Successfully passed the ticket check and entered the magnificent stadium.

The staircase leading to the stadium is covered with a fuchsia carpet.

They climbed the stairs with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people entered the stands on the left and right.

Mr. Harris's group went up until they reached the top of the stairs.

They found themselves in a small box, at the top of the stadium, and right in front of the golden goal.

There are a dozen purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows, which Mr. Harris has specially booked for an exclusive box at a high price.

Mr. Harris didn't stop there, but after everyone put down their belongings, he continued with his three sons to another box on the top floor.

Lucius also took Draco with him.

"Mr. Harris, it's a good thing. Alan, it's a pleasure to meet you. Sirius shook Mr. Harris's hand politely.

"Alan, you have a great idea, Harry and I had a great holiday season. Sirius' face swept away the gloom of the past, and he said cheerfully to Allen.

"Vernon's face must have been good-looking. Alan laughed too.

As they entered the box, Percy hurriedly stood up and saluted Mr. Harris, looking as if he had just sat on the back of a porcupine covered in thorns.

Ron saw Alan and Malfoy, who had entered with Harry, pouted, and pulled Harry over.

Draco glared at Harry and Ron contemptuously, standing behind Alan without speaking.

At this time, Mr. Harris suddenly laughed and said, "Bagman, why are you collecting money from children?"

Bagman turned back in surprise, immediately put away the gold galleon in his hand, and walked over to shake Mr. Harris's hand.

"Ludo, are you ready?" asked Mr. Harris.

"Of course, my passion is already gaining momentum. Bagman smiled and waved his hand, as if to say it was nothing.

"Are you gambling?" asked Alan after greeting Bagman politely.

Bagman glanced at Mr. Harris and seemed relieved to see that he was still smiling.

"Add a little bit of excitement to the game. Bagman said lightly.

"Want to make a bet on the game, Lucius?" asked Mr. Harris with interest.

"Of course. Lucius laughed, and to him, it was the equivalent of buying some fish, chips and beer at a football game.

"Let me think about it...... I bet on England to win with a thousand Galleons, and Alan catches the Golden Snitch. Mr. Harris said.

Alan knew that Bagman couldn't come up with the money at all, and he wanted to stop Mr. Harris, but after thinking about it, he understood Mr. Harris's intentions.

Mr. Harris probably knew about Bagman's finances, presumably to better control him.

At the same time, for Mr. Harris, it is also a way to cheer for his son in disguise.

"A thousand gold Galleons?" Ludo Bagman looked a little confused, but quickly regained his composure, "I won't give you too high odds. Because, I also believe that Eren will catch the Golden Snitch. ”

He winked at Alan.

Lucius glanced at him, and said in a tone without a trace of fluctuation: "I'll give the same amount, bet on England to win, and Alan catches the Golden Snitch." ”

Bagman looked like he was about to cry: "Such a big bet, then I still have to lower the odds, are you sure you want to bet?"

Lucius glanced at him lightly, which made Bagman instantly understand that things had reached a point where they could not be changed.

Ludo Bagman slowly pulled out his notebook and quill, and reluctantly wrote the names of Mr. Harris and Mr. Lucius.

At this moment, the sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded behind them.

It turned out that when Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

Embarrassed, he fixed the lenses with his wand, and sat down in his seat.

Mr. Harris immediately stepped forward, and Fudge greeted Mr. Harris like an old friend, and then greeted Allen cordially.

Fudge shook Eren's hand like a father, greeted him, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

"Alan Harris, you know," he said aloud to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was dressed in a magnificent black velvet robe trimmed with gold trim and seemed to not understand a word of English, "the youngest Seeker ever in the Quidditch World Cup, you must know who he is—"

The Bulgarian wizard looked at Alan carefully, and immediately became excited, and muttered a string of words loudly.

"Thank you for the compliment, my Animagus is indeed a phoenix. Alan suddenly muttered.

"It's brilliant that you also speak our Bulgarian language. You and Krum are both young talents!" the wizard from Bulgaria looked at Alan with admiration.

Alan was polite and measured, which won the favor of almost everyone present.

"Great, Alan, you speak the Bulgarian language. It was so hard to communicate with him, and God knows how I spent my day. Crouch knows Bulgarian, but—" Fudge frowned, and then smiled very kindly.

"It's a pity that you still have to compete. This is Mr. Oberansk - Mr. Obaronsk - he's the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria, and it doesn't matter, he doesn't understand what I'm saying anyway. Fudge introduced to Allen.

Alan saluted again, and the Bulgarian minister had a very good opinion of Allen, and he and Alan talked about the customs of the two countries and the Quidditch match.

On the other hand, Ludo Bagman seemed to have something in touch with each other and regained his spirits.

"Are you all ready?" he said, his round face shining like a giant ball of cheese, "Minister—can we begin?"

"You say let's get started, Ludo. Fudge said kindly.

Seeing this, Allen hurriedly said goodbye, he needed to join the team.

The atmosphere in the stadium outside was extremely hot, and Allen was phantomed into the dressing room, changed into his jersey, and was with his teammates for the much-anticipated final game of the season.

They have changed into their uniforms and are sitting in the dressing room, where manager Geraldine is going to give them a kick-off speech.

His eagle-like eyes scanned sharply at the players sitting below.

"I don't really know what to say, and three minutes later, it's the biggest fight of our career. ”

Everyone, whether they were staring at the coach with blazing eyes or holding their heads in their hands, were listening intently.

"Today everything is coming and we can go to glory as a team or we will break down, point after point, blow after blow, until we're done. Geraldine's tone was extremely solemn.

The entire locker room is under a low air pressure.

"Now I can't fight for you, in fact it's clear that I'm too old!" Geraldine lamented.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief, and it was hard to imagine that such weak words could come from the mouth of a coach who was known for his iron-blooded methods.

"I looked around and I saw these young faces, and I was thinking......"

He paused, and continued, "I mean, did I make the mistakes that a middle-aged man might make. I, uh......"

His words caught the attention of all the players, and even Banks, who was buried in his head, looked up at him.

"I squander all my money, believe it or not. He patted the information in his hand, "I also drove away the people who used to love me." ”

His tone grew heavier: "Lately, I can't even face my face in the mirror. ”

"You know, as you get older, a lot of things are going to leave you. That's part of life. However, you only realize that life is a scoring game, like Quidditch. ”

The players began to think along with his thinking.

"Because whether it's a game of life or Quidditch, there's very little room for you to make mistakes. "I mean, half a step earlier or half a step late, you don't get there, half a second early or half a second late, you can't catch the ball." ”

'Every minute we need, it's around us, every minute, every second. ”

The players clamored and some even slapped their hands.

Geraldine raised his hand, stopped them, and continued: "Our whole team is fighting for this point, and the whole team is ready to die for this point. He raised his right hand as if to grasp the victory.

The eyes of the players followed Geraldine closely, and they shouted in admiration and cheer.

Geraldine's tone became more and more firm, "Because we know that adding up every point is the watershed between victory and defeat, between life and death,"

The team's eyes were reddened and they looked at Geraldine excitedly.

"In any match, it's always those who aren't afraid of death who win that point. I also know that I can still live that meaningful life because I am still willing to fight for that point until the last moment. ”

Geraldine's tone was impassioned.

"I can't let you do it now, you have to look at your comrades around you and look them in the eye. ”

The players looked at each other.

"I think you'll see comrades who are willing to fight with you, for every point. ”

Cohen, who was still nonchalant at first, couldn't help but step forward and want to listen more carefully.

"You're going to see a comrade who is willing to sacrifice himself for you and for the team. Because he knows that you will do the same for him when necessary. ”

"That's team spirit, gentlemen. Also, whether we work together or let others slaughter one by one, this is Quidditch. ”

Geraldine's hands were spread out, and the room was silent.

"That's all. ”

He looked eagerly at all the team, "Now, tell me, what are you supposed to do?"

The players stood up one after another, full of fighting spirit, with a determined expression on their faces, and followed Geraldine, ready to step onto their own arena, their stage.