When Ludo Bagman announced the start of the match, the crowd erupted in cheers and applause.

Thousands of colorful flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem, and the scene was really lively.

At the same time, on the blackboard across from them, the last line of advertisements (Bibi Duo Beans - every bite is an adventure!) ) was erased, and now shows this:

Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, let me introduce you...... The mascot of the Bulgarian national team! ”

To the right of the stands was a neat bright red phalanx, which erupted in loud cheers at the moment.

"I don't know what they brought." Mr. Weasley leaned out of his seat.

The next moment, he took off his glasses and hurriedly wiped them on his robe, "Ah! It's a girl! ”

"What's a charm—"

Before Harry and Ron could finish their questions, they saw that a hundred girls had already slid into the arena, and the questions of the two children were answered in an instant.

Mei Wa is a woman...... The most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen in his life...... But they weren't—they couldn't be—real people.

Not only Harry, but also Ron were confused for a moment, unable to guess what they were:

Why is their skin as bright as the moon, and why is their hair fluttering behind their heads without wind......

Just as Harry and the others were obsessed with each other's beauty, the music started and Harry stopped thinking about whether she was a real person or not......

In fact, he couldn't think about anything else, and when the girls started dancing, Harry's mind was like a mess of mush, filled with amazement and joy.

At this moment, it seemed as if everything in the world no longer mattered, whether it was his godfather, or Hogwarts, or even his resurrected mother, as long as he could keep watching the girls, because if they stopped dancing, something terrible would happen......

No! Wrong! I want to resurrect my mother!

However, these beautiful babies are so good-looking......

No! I want to resurrect my mother! I can't forget this!

Above the arena, the baby danced faster and faster, and some crazy, unformed thoughts began to swirl through Harry's dizzy mind.

At the same time, another thought, deeply rooted in his mind, was also growing wildly, like grass rooted in the rocks, which could not be cut off.

Two different thoughts clashed and confronted Harry's mind like this, causing him to have a splitting headache, and even those beautiful babies had no intention of looking at them anymore.

Luckily, Clark's familiar voice seemed to come from afar, helping him suppress the distractions in his mind.

"Harry, are you alright?"

As if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and the music from the outside world had stopped, Harry blinked blankly.

He was standing there, one leg perched against the wall of the box.

And the other people in this box, mainly male wizards, were all flushed and excited, and many were even dancing.

Like Ron, Fred, George, Draco......

Only Clarke and Neville sat upright, looking their usual faces, much to Hermione's satisfaction.

However, there are only a few like the two of them, for example, the gymnasium is full of angry roars at this time, and people are reluctant to leave.

Ron was in a trance tearing the shamrock off his hat, and just one show made him change his mind and prepare to support the Bulgarian team.

Mr. Weasley leaned over with a smile and snatched his hat from Ron's hand.

"Wait until the Irish show is over," Mr. Weasley said, "and you'll need it." ”

"Huh?" Ron snorted, staring at the babes as they lined up on the side of the arena.

Harry had a vague sense that something was wrong, but before he could speak, Clark took the initiative to answer his doubts.

"That's Meiwa, a kind of mythical elf, a nature fairy, and of course, to wizards, they are magical creatures.

And the magical ability they possess is also very simple, it is powerful charm, especially for young men, whether Muggles or wizards, it is easy to fall to their knees under their pomegranate skirts. ”

Clark said and glanced at Ron again, which made his ears red, and Hermione let out a loud smack and shook her head, "Man! ”

"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice rang again 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 brilliant fireworks display, and even Clark applauded.

At this time, the rainbow in the sky disappeared, and the glittering balls connected and blended with each other, forming a huge, shiny clover, which rose high into the air and began to hover above the stands.

And then, something crackled and fell from above, like a golden raindrop.

"Great!"

Ron shouted excitedly as the clover swirled over their heads, scattering large amounts of gold coins that landed on their heads and seats.

At this time, if you look closely at the clover, you will see that it is actually made up of countless small people wearing red waistcoats and mustaches, each carrying a small golden or green lamp.

Harry narrowed his eyes and looked closely at the clover, revealing that it was actually made of

"It's an Irish leprechaun!"

Mr. Weasley said in a cheer as people cheered and scramble, or burrowed under their seats to pick up gold coins.

"Here you go," Ron shouted happily, shoving a handful of gold coins into Harry's hand, "return your panoramic binoculars!" Now you have to buy me Christmas presents, haha! ”

Clark watched from the sidelines and couldn't help but laugh, "Ron, you can't do this, this is the magic gold of the Irish leprechaun, it only takes a few hours for these things to disappear without a trace." ”

"What!" Ron was immediately disappointed, and he realized that there were not many people in the small box who picked up gold coins like him, and apparently many of the people here knew this.

"It's all right," the kind Harry comforted him, "I'll still buy you presents for Christmas." ”

As they spoke, the giant clover in the sky dissipated, and the leprechauns slowly descended across from the babies, sitting cross-legged and ready to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I'll introduce you to Dimitrov! ”

Red figures on broomsticks flew into the arena from one of the entrances below, like a blurred shadow, causing the Bulgarian supporters to cheer wildly from their seats.

Especially when Krum, the Seeker of the Bulgarian team, was introduced, and the people stood up, holding his picture aloft and cheering to the fullest.

"It's him, it's him!" Ron shouted, following Krum with his panoramic binoculars.

Actually, it didn't need to, because the photos of the fans gathered together and put together a huge pattern that took up half of the stadium.

Victor Krum is dark and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a large hooked nose, two thick black eyebrows, and looks like a huge eagle, and it is hard to believe that he is only eighteen years old.

Compared to the popularity of the Bulgarian team, the Irish national Quidditch team, which came in late, was no less impressive.

Seven vague green figures flew into the arena on firebolts, a sea of green tumbling and screaming everywhere they passed.

After the players of both sides had already entered, a short, lean referee kicked open the wooden box, and the four balls jumped into the air at once, and the game officially began.

"Ah, he-he-he-they're going!" Bagman screamed, "This is Marlet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass it to Marlet again! Troy! Lefsky! Moran! ”

It was an extremely competitive Quidditch match with very high skill and tactics, and even Clarke, who had never been very interested in Quidditch, had to admit that this match showed the power of sports.

Compared to them, the Quidditch matches he had seen at Hogwarts before were indeed children's plays.

Throughout the match, the speed of these Quidditch players was unbelievable, not only in terms of the speed of their flight, but also in terms of their reaction speed, and how quickly they thought about different tactics for different situations.

Many times, Harry, who was sitting next to Clark, even had to twist the slow knob on the right side of the telescope and press the match analysis button at the top to really see the game.

The confrontation between the two teams is also very anxious, and it can be seen that the players of the Irish team are more skillful and more coordinated, as if they can read each other's minds.

They often work in groups of threes and threes, interspersed with each other in several formations, flexibly using formations, and using local odds to counteract the more powerful individual qualities of the Bulgarian players.

This is very much in line with the idea that cooperation is often more useful than individual heroism in team sports.

Therefore, the first goal of this game was the hand of the Irish team.

They relied on a series of precise and decisive passes, shook off the opponent's blockade, and finally threw the ball into the box.

"Troy scores!" Bagman's big voice roared, and the audience cheered, shaking the stadium and trembling, "10:0, the Irish team leads!" ”

The leprechauns, who were watching the game on the sideline, happily rose into the air and formed the giant glittering clover again, while the girl on the opposite side of the arena looked at them with a gloomy face, looking particularly angry.

And this first goal was just the beginning, and in the following time, the game became more intense and more brutal.

The two Bulgarian batsmen were from freezing northern Europe, and their arms were thicker than Harry's thighs.

As they swung their hard-wood bats, the Quaffles squeezed through the air like cannonballs, and with a rumbling thunder, they flew violently towards the Irish chasers.

Faced with such a dangerous attack, the Irish players had to be forced to disperse, which gave Bulgaria the opportunity to score their first goal.

Of course, these are only small meanings, for the Bulgarian team, their strong individual strength is mainly displayed on the Seeker.

"Oh my God!" Bagman said in a loud voice.

The 100,000 wizards held their breath as they watched as the Seekers of the two teams - Krum and Linzi - descended rapidly in front of everyone.

It was so fast, it was as if they had jumped out of a plane without a parachute.

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

She was only half right—at the last second, Victor Krum stopped diving, re-ascended, and flew away in a circle.

As for the Irish team's Seeker, Lin Qi was not so lucky, he did not adjust the broom in time, so that he fell to the ground hard, and the thud was heard by the whole stadium, causing a lament from the seats of the Irish spectators.

"Fool!" Mr. Weasley grumbled, "Krum is faking!" ”

"The game is suspended," Mr. Bagman yelled, "and the trained field doctor rushed to the field to check on Aidan Linzi's injuries. ”

Fortunately, as Mr. Weasley had said, Aidan Linzi's injuries were not serious, and after drinking some of the drinks handed to him by the on-site doctor, Linzi got back to his feet.

His recovery seems to have given the Irish team new confidence.

When the referee blew the whistle again, Ireland's chasers quickly organized the attack, and their skill was an eye-opener for Clarke.

In this way, after another tense and intense fifteen minutes, the Irish team scored ten goals in succession. They are now leading 130-10 and the game is starting to get unscrupulous.

The Bulgarian players relied on their tall and physical qualities to collide with the Irish players.

Not only did it disrupt their attacking rhythm, but they even tried to knock the Irish players into injuries.

This immorality certainly provoked a roar from the Irish supporters, and the referee of the match frequently blew a shrill whistle.

But for Clark, he had long expected the game to come to this point.

After all, it's not about the quality of the players, it's about the rules of the Quidditch game that are inherently flawed.

After all, a Golden Snitch has 150 points, and there is no time limit, no limit to points, and you have to wait until you catch the Golden Snitch to end the game.

In this case, the Bulgarian team chose to interfere with the opponent with their strong physique, pinning all their hopes on the Seeker Viktor Krum, which became a very sensible, but rather rogue, style of play.

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