Chapter 368: Meiwa and the Little Leprechaun

Bang, a bag of potato chips smashed into Ron's head. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Shut up and don't say those disgusting things. Hermione said plainly, she was eating, Ron was such an idiot.

Ron tore open the potato chip package, grabbed the potato chips with his fingers, and ate them in a big gulp, "It's the best box, I haven't seen this brand of potato chips outside." This must have been specially made by them, and it was a shame that Dad, they didn't come. ”

"Mr. Weasley is going to stay in a box with the head of the Ministry of Magic. Harry whispered.

At this moment, a thunderous voice came out of the box on the top floor opposite. The deafening sound was transmitted throughout the stadium, covering every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome all of you, welcome to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. ”

The stands also hailed with the same enthusiastic cheers and applause, and countless flags waved at the same time. The messy national anthems came and went. Singing and laughing, continuous, the scene is very lively.

The words on the flying billboard disappeared and became: Bulgaria 0, Ireland, 0.

"Okay, so I'll cut it short, but now allow me to introduce you to the mascot of the Bulgarian national team. ”

From the stands on the right, there was a loud applause and cheers. A neat bright red phalanx, waving the same flags and delivering the same shouts.

"Oh," said George, raising an eyebrow, "it's a baby." ”

As he spoke, a team had already slid towards the arena, and in the team of nearly 100 people, all of them were the most beautiful women.

Their skin was like the moon, glowing with radiance, and their beauty was incomprehensible. The long hair at the back of the head automatically flutters without wind, which is even more beautiful and moving.

The music played, Meiwa began to dance, and the scene became silent. There was only beautiful music and the dancing of the baby, and the rest was, with the sound of rough panting, and the whole arena fell into an eerie silence.

George saw that the moment the baby appeared, Harry and Ron stood there dumbfounded.

As the baby danced, Ron was red and panting, and he took a few steps forward, as if he was about to jump from the stands.

Harry was slightly better, but his eyes were confused and he looked dizzy. Fortunately, he did not act at his feet, retaining a little reason.

Hermione was completely unaffected, or rather, she showed extreme impatience with the Mei Baby in the audience.

Wild music, wild dancing, wild babies, and the heavy gasps of the wizards. The whole gymnasium has become very unsightly.

Fortunately, Meiwa's team didn't let them dance the whole game.

Eventually, the music stopped, and Meiwa began to leave. Their exit seemed to have caused great indignation, and angry roars rang out everywhere in the stadium. People don't want to leave.

Ron seemed to think the same way, and in a trance, he tore off the shamrock from his hat and tore the tall green hat again. Finally, he was going to start tearing his clothes and pants.

George quickly stopped Ron's exposure, snapped his fingers, and Harry and Ron were like being poured a bucket of cold water on their heads, and a spirit came to their senses.

They seemed to reflect, remembering the embarrassing act just now, and they poured cold juice vigorously, suppressing the fire and embarrassment in their hearts.

Hermione snorted softly and gave them a roll of her eyes, very unhappy with their performance.

In the stands opposite, the booming voice began to speak again, "Now, please raise your wand to the sky, and please give you a warm welcome, the mascot of the Irish national team." ”

As soon as the words fell, a green and golden thing flew into the gymnasium with a whoosh. It flew around the stadium at a rapid pace, changing shapes.

It gathers and spreads, one after the other, like green and golden waves.

Eventually, it dissolves into a huge, glorious clover. The clover rose high into the air and hovered over the stands, crackling with a lot of golden raindrops, falling from the clover.

"Oh, that's great, it's all gold. Ron shouted with joy as the clover swirled over his head, golden raindrops falling in their place. He folded his arms and kept collecting the glittering, shiny things.

"That's the Irish leprechaun. George explained to them.

He observed the clover, which was made up of small figures in red vests and mustaches, carrying a small golden or green lamp, which were in perfect harmony and uniform in shape, and from a distance, they looked like a whole.

Ron had picked up all the gold coins on the ground, and he had picked up the torn green hat. He muttered, "Sure enough, you should still support the Irish team, they are too rich." ”

Ron never imagined that anyone would be so rich, and he looked at the large handful of gold coins he had picked up, which he could probably get the tickets back for the game.

George smiled and said softly, "Just look at it, the gold coin of the Irish leprechaun is a special product of their making. It looks the same as the real thing, but disappears after a few hours. Otherwise, they would have bought the entire wizarding world. ”

According to records, many people have tried to convert the leprechaun's gold coins into physical objects. But alas, this is impossible, this is a special magical creation that cannot be sustained for long.

"Ahh No way. The leprechaun's joke widened, and Ron's face was filled with joyful loss, and he casually threw the gold coins on the table, including the green hat. There was no joy in the air, and even the enthusiasm for supporting the Irish team was reduced.

The leprechaun slowly landed in the stands and onto the phalanx of his own team, looking at each other across the pitch with Meiwa, provoking each other.

The game began, and the host began to introduce the players in turn.

After some pre-match preparations, the game finally began.

The standard of the World Cup competition, of course, is much higher than that of the House Quidditch match, and there are many more tricks.

Each member of the team rode a firebow arrow, and they changed formations and galloped.

They make quick stops, spins, lift-offs, sneaks. All kinds of incredible flying skills and difficult maneuvers in textbooks are displayed one by one by the team members.

Their tactics, equally powerful and masterful, far surpassed those of Ravenclaw. They were more ferocious than Gryffindor, more desperate than the Slytherin players, and more united than Hufflepuffs. That's the level of the World Cup, that's the highest level of Quidditch.

(To be continued.) )