"Now, without delay, let me introduce ...... The mascot of the Bulgarian team!"

To the right of the shelf, a bright red block rushed out.

"I'm curious what they brought?" said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward.

"Baby......" Van Lin whispered, and only Hermione could hear it.

"Ahh

But when a hundred girls slid into the square, Harry's question was answered. Why did Mr. Weasley take off his glasses.

Mei Wa is a woman...... The most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen...... But they are definitely not human. This confused Harry for a moment, and he tried to guess what they were, what made their skin as white and shiny as moonlight, what made their golden hair fly in the absence of wind...... But when the music started, Harry stopped worrying that they weren't human.

In fact, all the people who were staring at Meiwa began to stop worrying about anything.

The babes started dancing. Those people's minds went blank, and they were immersed in joy.

The most important thing now is to watch the girls dance, because if they stop dancing, something terrible will happen.

As the baby jumped faster and faster, some crazy, unformed thoughts began to jump in Harry's mind. He wanted to do something right away that would make a deep impression. "Jumping out of the box into the gymnasium, it seems like a good idea, but is it?"

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice came from afar.

"You should stay calm and use what I gave you. ”

Vanlin tapped his fingertips on Harry's head, and Harry felt his spirit relax.

Malfoy turned his head at the right time, if this was at Hogwarts, then a rather taunting was inevitable.

However, this is the official box of the Ministry of Magic, and the contradictions of children should not be placed here.

As if sensing that Van Lin was watching him, Malfoy responded viciously, but his gaze quickly retracted.

It should have been Lucius and Narcissa who gave Draco courage, anyway, it was something that couldn't be said.

"Thanks, I'll take note. Harry said that he had regained his senses, but he did not dare to admire the cheerful but powerful babies.

"Those are Mei Wa. Van Lin said, and he unconsciously thought of Fleur.

"Baby?" Harry was confused, then turned his gaze back to the woman in the room, and ......

Soon the music was over, though, and Harry blinked. He was standing with one leg on the wall of the box. Next to him, Ron froze, as if he had just dived off a springboard.

Angry shouts echoed through the gymnasium. Everyone doesn't want Meiwa to go. Harry was like them. He, of course, could support the Bulgarian team, and he didn't understand at all why he put a green clover on his chest. At the same time, Ron is also nonchalantly tearing the shamrock off his hat.

Mr. Weasley smiled slightly, leaned towards Ron, and took the hat from his hand.

"You're going to need it," he said, "once the Irish team starts talking." ”

"Oh?" Ron opened his mouth to look at the girls lining up at the edge of the square.

Hermione shouted impatiently......, "Shhhh

"I'm sorry, but ...... I just want to see ......."

"Don't get involved in the dance. "It's horrible. ”

"Horror?" Harry said incredulously, "but how could it be ......?"

Harry gestured to the pretty young ladies, but remembered how he had lost control twice......

"In their transformation into humans, they are beautiful young women, dressed in tulle and dancing under the moon on a midsummer night. Men who are obsessed with them will forget everything in the world, do not eat, drink, and sleep. If the unfortunate man joined in among them while the baby was dancing, he would have to dance until he died of exhaustion at last. If a person accidentally walks into the fairy ring, which is where Meiwa used to dance, bad luck and illness will always follow that person. Although Meiwa is sometimes very friendly to humans, healing humans, predicting diseases, etc., they have a great temper, and they will not tolerate being deceived, especially those who do not keep their promises, and they will punish them severely. ”

'Becoming human?'

"Those are magical creatures. "There are some who are combined with humans, but you never want to see a baby as a magical creature." ”

"Magical creatures ......," Harry and Ron swallowed.

"When the babies get out of control, their heads will turn into the heads of birds with sharp beaks, and a pair of scaly wings will grow on their shoulders, and they will rush towards them like a fireball. Van Lin gestured, as if these girls were really going to rush over.

Harry shuddered, but Ron didn't think so, these pretty young ladies......

It's magic common sense......

Fan Lin shook his head, he didn't want to make too many disputes, it was better for Fan Lin to have this time......

Forget it, Fleur's words, it's still too scary, a scary creature.

"Now," said Ruth. Bagmun's voice rang out again, "Please raise your wands......

Because the mascot of the Irish team is about to play!"

“

The next second, what looked like a big green, golden, comet-like thing buzzed into the nursery. It circles the stadium and then splits into two smaller comets, each of which flies towards the goal. A rainbow suddenly appeared in the square, connecting the two balls. The crowd kept making "wow" and "ahh Now the rainbow fades, and the two glowing balls merge again into ~. They formed a huge, glittering clover, which rose into the sky and began to fly overhead, and something like a golden rain fell.

"Wonderful!" shouted Ron. Clovers flew above them, heavy gold coins falling and scattering over their heads and seats. Glancing at the Shamrock, Harry saw that it consisted of thousands of small, bearded, red-vested men, each holding a gold or green lamp.

"It's a dwarf!" said Van Lin, now in the role of narrator.

There was fierce applause and a lot of excitement, and many people did not hesitate to fight for the gold under the chairs.

"Here's for you," Ron shouted happily, shoving a handful full of gold coins into Harry's hand, "give you the money for the telescope, now you've got to buy me a Christmas present, haha!"

"That's all fake, Ron. Van Lin was helpless, "These will turn into his original things the next day, some waste." ”

"Whatever, it's ...... now anyway"

"Ignorant Bun ......"

The discordant sound finally rang out.

"Let him pick it up, he can't have so much in his life. Malfoy's voice rang out, and before he knew it was close to a few people, the voice that spoke did not attract Fudge's attention, and he was accompanying the Bulgarians.

"You're still that annoying, Malfoy. Fan Lin Po was a little helpless, he had seen so much trouble, he now felt that Draco was really bored and anxious.

However, it seems to be good as a life adjustment.

Second, how much joy is it for young people......

"I hate it?" Malfoy saw that it was Van Lin who spoke, and he did not choose to be stubborn, in fact, this is also linked to strength.

"You have to know where this is, the box of the officials of the Ministry of Magic, where all the big people from the Ministry of Magic are seated......"

"Are you too?" Van Lin asked rhetorically.

"My dad is. Draco paused, and he said this, but then he blushed as if he had been choked alive.

"It's really ......," Van Lin shook his head.

Malfoy wanted to attack Van Lin, but when he thought of Van Lin's suppression of him, even if Lucius and Narcissa were there, he didn't dare to push Van Lin too hard.

He had four more years left at Hogwarts.

But what kind of mentality is this?

Malfoy wants to shift his focus to Ron and Harry, but Ron's dad is from the Ministry of Magic, and Van Lin's grandfather is ......

The minister of a powerful magical division with real power is much stronger than a minister like Fudge.

Lucius could certainly inquire clearly, and he had reminded Draco for unnecessary trouble.

Now it's only Harry, but......

"If you have any questions about my godson, boy...... I wouldn't mind having an in-depth conversation with your dad. ”

Sirius, a noble and corrupt aristocratic runner, walked into the box from the outside, and as a hero of the wizarding world, there was certainly a place for him.

Sirius didn't lower his voice, and naturally, the movement here attracted the attention of Lucius and his party.

"Oh, Blake, you're here. Fudge looked enthusiastic, embraced Sirius, and invited him to sit down beside him.

"Thank you, Minister. Sirius gave a warm hug.

Although it was full of slots, Van Lin had to admit that sometimes, Sirius could still give him some surprises, provided that this guy didn't release his pigeons.

"With a child, Blake...... I have to doubt ......," Lucius said with a gloomy face.

"I have to wonder about the Malfoys' approach to education, and perhaps it needs some improvements, excluding some unnecessary ......," Sirius said.

Lucius sneered.

"Blake, I'm so glad you're here......" Fudge hurried out to divert the conversation, Sirius was happy too, he had to give the top boss some face.

Lucius called Malfoy back, and it seemed that such a deflated meal did not make him feel much better.

Harry seemed to want to say a word to his godfather, after all, he hadn't touched Sirius all the holiday...... Now, though, it looks like Sirius doesn't have time.

"Isn't he coming?" said Hermione, dissatisfied.

"He has to come, such a big gathering, as the new hero of the wizarding world...... "Van Lin complained, "let's watch the game, he doesn't have time now, maybe we should teach him a good lesson later." ”

The resolution was quickly passed by three votes, and Ron had no idea what was going on, thinking that he was going to teach Malfoy a lesson, which made Ron very excited.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, let us give us a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team!"

Bagmun said.

A figure dressed in bright red on top of a broomstick appeared at the entrance amid a loud applause. "Avenou!"

The second team member appeared.

"Zhougrave, Leskey, Vilknu, Folkov, Ah, Krum!"

"It's him, it's him!" Ron shouted, everyone's attention quickly shifted.

Ron stared at Krum with his binoculars. Harry immediately adjusted his focus.

Victor Krum is a thin black man with a curved nose and dark black eyebrows.

He looks old. It's hard to believe he's only eighteen years old.

"Now, let's welcome the Irish Quidditch team!" Bagmund shouted, "Appearance—Cornley!Lane!Tello!Moritt!Moran!QuickGree!Ah!

Lines!"

Seven men dressed in green appeared in the square. Harry spun the button next to the telescope, slowing down the team's movements, and saw the letters on the broomsticks and the silver names on their backs.

"This is Heysen Mostev, a referee from Egypt who is recognized by the International Quidditch Society of Magic!"

A skinny wizard strode into the square. He was bald, had a beard like Mr. Dursley's, and wore a solid gold hug that matched the color of the gymnasium.

He carried a silver whistle in his mouth, a large wooden box under his arm, and his broom on the other.

Harry and Ron reset their binoculars back to normal, and could clearly see Mostev riding his broomstick and opening the wooden crate - four balls jumped into the air, bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and a small, winged golden snitch.

At the sound of a whistle, Mostev also flew into the air.

He ...... Guys...... "Bagmun shouted. "It's Moritt!

Moran, Dimitever, back to Morit, Tlo, Lethkey, Moran!"

This is Quidditch, and Van Lin has never played before. Still, it looks good.

Harry was also nervous, and he held the telescope tightly in front of his eyes, his glasses pressed against the bridge of his nose. The speed of the team was unbelievable - the Quaffle was passed between the chasers so fast that Bagmun only had time to say their names.

Harry cast the slowdown button on the telescope and pressed the "repeat" button so that he could see the slow motion right away. The camera shimmered purple, and a loud shout shook his eardrums.

"Eagle Head Attack Mode. Harry said.

Van Lin looked over unconsciously, and the three Irish pursuers stood tightly together, with Tello in the middle, and a little in front of them were Morrit and Moran, who together defended against the Bulgarians. Tello then pretended to throw the Quaffle to lure the Bulgarian chaser Avonu away, and quickly passed the Quaffle to Moran, a Bulgarian attacker Falkov, who used his club to volley the Bludger and hit it to Moran's side, who lowered his head, dodged the Bludger, and threw the Bluffle hard, which Lines caught below him.