After the mascot left the field and the game started in the cheers of everyone, Roger pulled out his wand with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and stole back from his armpit, and a gust of wind blew abruptly in the box. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The corners of their clothes were blown to the ground, and a pair of polished leather shoes appeared in the air in the empty seat next to the house-elf in the back, and a hand holding a wand also appeared, pulling the cloak down to hide the exposed foot.

"It's good to have a servant at home, I don't have a face to see people and I polish my shoes so cleanly..."Everyone in the box was attracted by the fierce competition on the field, and no one paid attention to Roger's whispered muttering.

At that moment, the Irish team scored the first goal and won 10 points, and the stadium was cheering, and the Irish supporters jumped up and down excitedly, waving their arms non-stop, and Roger took the opportunity to point to the drink that Harry put next to him.

The glass bottle rose into the air at an eerie angle, slamming straight into the seemingly empty seat.

"Boom!"

The dogleg grunted in pain, and the drink from the bottle spilled into the air, revealing a translucent cloak.

The house-elf heard the noise around him, and the little face buried in his hand because of his fear of heights reluctantly looked to his side. At the sight of this, it let out a short exclamation, then covered its mouth with its hands, and its huge brown eyes looked at the others in the box in alarm.

Fortunately, they were seated at the back of the seat, and everyone was focused on the game, and no one noticed the strange scene behind... Except for sneaking around, Roger, who was glancing at them all the time out of the corner of his eye.

The bad bag watched the house-elf use magic in a panic to clean up the drink from its little master's invisibility cloak, and then secretly smiled and flicked his wand.

"Whoosh~~Boom!" Hermione's drink flew up and hit the dogleg as before, the slight difference was that this time it was juice that spilled on him.

The house-elf was about to cry when he saw his expression, and hurriedly cleaned up the drink with magic again, then jumped out of the chair to cover his mouth, and silently and forcefully slammed his head on the ground to punish himself for his mistake in caring for the little master.

It wasn't until the elf hit his forehead that he couldn't stand steadily, and he stopped his movements, and climbed into the seat with difficulty and sat down.

During this time, Mr. Stooge, who had regained his senses, did not hinder the movements of his servants, and he hid under the cloak of invisibility, his eyes examining everyone in the box one by one.

Twice he was splashed through, during which as long as someone looked back, his existence would be discovered, and this kind of ups and downs like a roller coaster mood ups and downs made him dare not relax in the slightest.

Moreover, this bottle came strangely enough, and none of the rest of the people were affected, so they came straight at him, even if he was unlucky, the probability was a little low... Did someone find him?

Mr. Stooge's wand is raised inside the invisibility cloak, and he will strike if necessary for his own freedom and the great cause of the Dark Lord!

But nothing came of it, the people in the box behaved normally, and no one looked back at this side.

Roger had already inserted his wand back into the bag, but anyone who didn't show off thoroughly would be more vigilant if he was thrown twice in a row.

Besides, his real purpose is not to expose the Voldemort lackey behind him during this time period, just to have some fun, there is no need to push too hard...

The game is now at its most ferocious and intense, with players from both sides playing with real fire.

The batsmen on both sides began to show no mercy, not caring whether the ball or the person was hit by the bats in their hands, and just swinging wildly as hard as they could.

The Bulgarian goalkeeper elbowed Ireland's pursuer in the face and nearly knocked her off the broomstick.

"Foul!" shouted Ireland's supporters in unison. They all stood up, forming a huge green wave.

At this time, Roger felt a little more impressive, laughed and stood up and coaxed, and the drink bottle in his hand flew backwards as if unintentionally...

"Whoosh~~Knock!"

Roger faintly hears a strange cry from a house-elf, but is quickly drowned out by the protests of the audience...

Mr. lackey in the invisibility cloak gritted his teeth, and his wand-holding hands trembled in annoyance, but he could only endure the slimy liquid and pour his head on his face again.

Because this time he watched the boy sitting in front of him 'accidentally' drop the bottle because he was so excited. He hasn't been exposed yet, and if he wants to escape smoothly, he has to be as patient as possible if he can avoid conflict.

The referee blew the whistle, the Bulgarian team was awarded a penalty, and the leprechauns all rose into the air again, this time forming a giant hand and proudly making a very rude gesture towards the Meiwa on the other side of the field.

When Meiwa saw it, she immediately lost control. Their faces had elongated into pointy, beaked heads, and a pair of long, scaly wings were emerging from their shoulders, no longer dancing, but flying across the arena and beginning to throw handfuls of flaming things at the leprechauns.

Wizarding officials from the ministry rushed into the arena to try to separate the baby from the leprechaun, but to little avail. At the moment, the battle below is no less than the game above.

The stadium was filled with the screams of Meiwa, the cracking of the wands of the ministry officials, the angry roars of the Bulgarians, and the cheers of the Irish supporters.

Roger's favorite thing to watch is this kind of mess that he likes to see, watching the leprechaun vs. Meiwa with the binoculars he bought to watch the game, and he has no other time to trouble the lackey behind him for a while.

But before the underground battle was over, a swift figure swooped down, and Roger heard Harry exclaiming, "Victor Krum of Bulgaria has discovered the Golden Snitch......!" He caught it - Krum caught it - the game is over!"

Krum rose lightly into the air, fist raised high, a golden light peeking out from his fingers.

The scoreboard flashed with the scoreline, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience didn't seem to realize what was going on. Then, slowly, like a giant jet speeding up, the Irish supporters grew louder and louder, and finally erupted into a myriad of shouts of joy.

"Team Ireland wins!" shouted Mr. Weasley, who liked Team Ireland, seemingly at a loss for the abrupt end of the game, "Crum has caught the Golden Snitch... But Ireland won... Oh my God, I don't think anyone expected this to happen!"

The game is over, the players of both teams fall to the ground, and the war between the mascots, who were not far away, also ends.

Ireland's mascot tossed a shower of gold coins at the audience. Mei Wa returned to their original beautiful appearance, but they all looked dejected and sad.

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

"I have to say, we played bravely. A heavy voice behind Roger said. He turned his head and saw that it was Bulgaria's Minister of Magic

"You speak English!" Minister of Magic Fudge said in a very annoyed tone, "but you made me compare here all day!"

"Hey, that's fun. The Bulgarian minister shrugged his shoulders and said.

Suddenly, a dazzling bright light came through, and the top box was magically illuminated, so that all the spectators in the stands could see what was going on inside the box. Roger squinted at the entrance, only to see two panting wizards carrying a large gold cup into the box and handing it to Minister Fudge.

Fudge still looked unhappy, because he had been gesticulating all day in vain, trying to make the Bulgarians understand him.?

The award ceremony was held by the Minister of Magic, but one by one, the Bulgarian players walked into the two rows of seats in the box and shook hands with their Minister and Fudge, and the host of France and the Legion shouted out everyone's name.

Krum, who grabbed the concubine, was at the end of the line, looking very embarrassed, with a somewhat pale face, and two dark circles under his eyes that stood out. He still had the Golden Snitch in his hand. But once on the ground, his movements looked less coordinated. His legs are a bit outward, and his shoulders are visibly bent forward. But when the host announced Krum's name, the whole stadium gave him an incomparably warm, deafening cheer.

Roger accidentally pulled out a bottle of wine from his backpack with interest, and took advantage of no one to pay attention to the bottle cap and poured a few sips.

However, the Cokes that Roger had looted were all in the coin bags, all of which were lost in the space of the Traceless Battle, and the spirits were still carrying the stockpiles stored at home that Caroline had taken.

Taking advantage of the beginning of the award ceremony, the goods drank the liquid in the wine bottle in a few sips, and threw the empty wine bottle seemingly casually...

"Boom..."

Without hesitation, the glass bottle fell on Mr. lackey, who was in the vacant seat behind, and turned into slag.

Miss Know-It-All next to the boy felt that something was wrong and looked back, and when she saw that there was no empty bottle of alcohol, it did not make Mr. Lackey in the cloak of invisibility visible... This led Hermione to think that Roger's bottle had been smashed by throwing it into an empty seat...

The medal ceremony was soon over, and the Bulgarian team won the Golden Snitch but lost the match.

Soon, they were surrounded by a flood of people who had left the gymnasium and returned to camp. As they walked back along the lantern-lit passageway, there was a rough singing in the night sky, and the leprechauns kept speeding over their heads, waving their lanterns and laughing.

Finally, they reached the tent, but no one wanted to sleep. Considering that there was so much noise around, Mr. Weasley agreed to finish a glass of cocoa milk before entering the tent. Immediately, everyone was arguing about the game just now.

On the issue of foul collisions, Mr. Weasley and Charlie are at loggerheads. Finally Ginny fell asleep at the small table and spilled a cup of hot chocolate on the floor, before Mr. Weasley ordered everyone to stop arguing about the game and go to bed.

Hermione and Ginny slipped into the tent next to them, and Roger, Harry, and the Weasley boys changed into their pajamas and crawled to their bunks. At this time, they could still hear the singing and strange crashing sounds coming from the other side of the camp, echoing in the night sky for a long time.

"Oh, it's good that I'm not on duty," Mr. Weasley muttered sleepily, "It's a good thing I wouldn't have had to tell the Irish to stop celebrating the victory, otherwise it would have been unimaginable." ”

Roger who was on Harry's top bunk, he lay on the bed, his eyes fixed on the canvas ceiling of the tent, watching the occasional leprechaun with a lantern fly over it, a flash of light, but without sleep, waiting for the riot to begin.

According to the accounts in the movies and novels, there is still a good show to watch tonight.

Vaguely, Roger felt that things were starting to turn a little sour. The voices in the camp changed, the singing stopped, and he heard screams and the sound of people running in a panic. Roger slid down from the double bed in high spirits and reached for his clothes.

Mr. Weasley had already gotten up and was calling out to the children in the tent one by one: "Quick, get up, whatever you want, we need to get out of here!"

The children complied and hurried out of the tent, Harry and Hermione following them.

A few fires were still burning outside the tent, and Roger had a strange smile on his lips as he saw the people running towards the woods, as if to escape something moving towards them on the camp. The thing was strangely glowing and making a sound like a gunshot. Loud laughter, wild laughter, drunken shouts also moved towards them. Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around it.

A group of wizards huddled together, each pointing their wands upwards and pushing forward together, slowly moving around the field. Roger's eyes narrowed, and the men seemed to have no face, hoods on their heads, and masks over their faces.

Above them, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into various eerie shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the men above them were marionettes, controlled by invisible ropes that emerged from their wands into the air. Two of them were very small.

More wizards joined the group, laughing loudly and pointing to the bodies floating above. As the procession grew, the tents collapsed. On one or two occasions, Harry saw a marcher set the tent on the side of the road on fire with his wand. Several tents were set on fire. The screams got louder.

As the men floating in the air passed by the burning tent and were suddenly illuminated by the firelight, Roger recognized one of them as Mr. Muggle, who was the camp warden. The other three appear to be his wife and children. One of the marchers below used his wand to turn the Muggle lady head-down. Her pajamas fell down, revealing a large pile of fancy panties, and the crowd below screamed and heckled with joy as she struggled to cover her body.