An arched rainbow suddenly appeared throughout the arena, connecting the two large glittering balls.

The crowd erupted in exclamations of "oops, oops", as if they were watching a fireworks display.

Then, the rainbow disappeared, and the glittering balls connected and blended with each other to form a huge . The shiny clover, rising high into the air, began to hover above the stands.

Something crackled and fell from above, like golden raindrops.

"It's just amazing!" Ron yelled, then bent down to pick up his hat.

He patted the clover on it, blew off the dust, and put it back on his head.

Uh-huh – I'm a supporter of Ireland again!!

"Irish leprechaun!" Owen lay on the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and spit out the skin of melon seeds one by one.

Of course, he is still very hygienic.

The peels of melon seeds that fly out of his mouth will spontaneously combust like meteors, and they will burn out before they hit the ground.

Not even dust!

Did the children see it? If you can't spit flames, don't spit melon seed skins in public!

I'm going to be killed!

"Irish leprechaun?" Harry stared at the green creatures and raised his binoculars.

He didn't know the creature, and he hadn't learned it in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Of course, this may be due to the fact that the creature does not actively attack humans.

Defence Against the Dark Arts class will only learn about some of the dark creatures that attack wizards.

Or it is a serious disturbance to the life of a wizard.

Irish leprechaun – Just listen to the name and know that this is a kind of Irish origin.

They live mainly in the forests and other woodlands of Ireland and like to attract the attention of Muggles.

Although leprechauns may sound like elves, they are actually fundamentally different from the goblins in Gringotts.

In terms of image, leprechauns are closer to elves.

They can grow up to 6 inches tall, are green all over, and wear simple clothes made from leaves.

Feeds on the leaves of plants. Smarter than fairies, but also kinder than little devils, elves, and foxes. (PS: These creatures were all learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the young wizard knows how to expel them, but Hagrid clearly disagrees with the mainstream view that the creatures are just a lack of discipline and doesn't want the wizard to hurt them.)

Despite their penchant for pranks, leprechauns have never done anything that would cause long-term harm to humans.

Leprechauns speak the language of humans, but no one in the British Ministry of Magic has ever asked for them to be classified as "humans".

They use magic to produce a solid gold-like substance.

After a few hours, the things disappeared without a trace.

They would often throw such a metallic substance at the wizard, and then look at the surprised expressions of the wizards or Muggles, happily picking up the money, and waiting for a few hours for the gold to disappear with a puzzled, confused, sad expression is a source of their happiness.

I don't complain that wizards will be tricked.

Because this gold-like substance is very similar in appearance and feel to ordinary Galleon coins. Almost identical.

Except that the goblin experts are able to tell the difference between the two. Ordinary wizards can't tell the difference between the two at all.

So every year there are wizards who are scammed.

The Ministry of Magic's attitude towards this kind of thing has always been, consider yourself unlucky!

There are still a lot of people in the wizarding world who don't know about it.

Lo and behold—in the stadium, a large number of wizards were cheering and still scrambling or burrowing under their seats to pick up gold coins.

It's a shame.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome to the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce to you, the first to appear is Dimitrov! Ludo said loudly.

A red-clad figure riding on a broomstick flew into the arena from one of the entrances below.

He flew so fast that it was like a red bolt of lightning, and the Bulgarians immediately became feverish.

Every time a Quidditch player enters, there is a cheer from the Bulgarian audience.

But when Ludo announced Victor Klum, the cheers were already a tsunami.

That's when Owen saw the famous genius chaser.

It was a tall, strong man. Has a large eagle hooked nose. With two thick, dark eyebrows, he looks like a hero in a classical statue.

This sweaty muscular hunk is very different from a guy like Owen who has gone all the way to the dark.

Not to mention temperament.

It's just the appearance.

Owen, who can sneak into the girls' bathroom with long hair, is indeed a little different from this masculine hunk.

"Now, please welcome to the Irish National Quidditch team!" Ludo Bagman shouted loudly, "It's Connolly, Ryan, Troy, Marlett, Moran, Quigley, and Linzi!" ”

Ludo's voice fell.

The next moment, seven blurred figures flew towards the arena.

Each of them rode a 'fire bolt', and their whirring cloaks were embroidered with their names in silver thread.

The scene was at its peak.

The sea of green almost flooded the entire stadium.

"By the way, and our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the much-loved president of the International Quidditch Federation, who flew from Egypt all the way away!"

A short, lean wizard strode toward the arena in a solid gold robe that matched the colors of the stadium.

He was bald on the top of his head, but he had a big beard.

A silver whistle protruded from under his beard.

He carried a large wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other.

Harry hurriedly raised his panoramic binoculars to watch as Mustafa stepped onto his broomstick and kicked the crate open with one kick - four balls flew into the air at once: a bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and the tiny, winged golden snitch (he only caught a glimpse of it, and then it flew away without a trace).

Musta whistled and followed the balls into the air.

"Ahh They're leaving!" Ludo Bagman screamed, "This is Marlet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass it to Marlet again! ”

The competition has officially begun.

In an instant, everyone's chaotic thoughts were absorbed.

In the midst of this feast, finally, everyone let go of the hostility of the morning and threw themselves into the game.

The noise shook all the eardrums.

The enthusiasm of the people reached a climax.

It's a world-class competition indeed.

Even Owen, who doesn't like Quidditch very much, can have fun.

Not the competition, of course – but the panoramic telescope.

It's a magical prop.

It has more inexplicable pulleys than normal telescopes, just above the metal barrel, there are several buttons in turn, and the first gear slides, and the picture in front of you slows down.

Reverse the gears and the picture will be normal.

The second gear is to grab the character - no guess it's to grab the character, as long as you point the camera at a player and turn the gear, the telescope will automatically follow him, and you will be hands-free.

It's magical.

Of course, what's even more amazing is a button on the right side of it, and when you press it, there will suddenly be a lot of purple text in the lens.

Aiming at the Irish team, which was on the offensive against the Bulgarian team, the screen automatically appeared

'Eagle Head Attacking Formation. '.

And then there's the 'Pokov tactic'

It can actually display the tactical movements of the players in real time.

It seems that this little gadget contains a very subtle alchemy technique.

It certainly wasn't invented by the middle-aged wizard who sold binoculars.

Just kidding, he can invent this level of alchemy magic props, and he still needs to push a cart to sell it himself?

Owen slowly pulled out a pocket watch from his inner pocket.

Take a photo of the pocket watch.

A magic watch flew out of the box and toward the stadium.

In a place that is difficult for ordinary people to see, the pocket watch slowly opens, and the hands of pure gold begin to rotate as the button on the top is pressed heavily.

He's going to film the game in its entirety.

Keep it as a souvenir.

————

At some point, Dobby had returned to the box.

He shook the small package on his body, and a lot of messy snacks floated out.

Owen cast a wand and stretched his chair long enough for him to lie down.

Then he cast a weather spell, and suddenly, a dark cloud appeared on his side, a dark cloud with snowflakes.

The clouds were directed at him, and a cool breeze was blowing.

"!!"

It was the sound of happy water being opened.

Take a sip of an authentic '94 Coca-Cola.

Merlin is not as happy as me!

"Ahh

Owen spread his hands out, and the whole person shrank into the chair, his eyes squinted, and his face was filled with a happy smile, "It's so cool!" ”

"That's what summer feels like!"

“.”

On the side, Hermione, who put her mind down first, watched Owen's whole set of smooth movements just now.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The guy- she sighed, then sat back in her chair.

She's not as personal as Owen is.

She just moved closer to the backrest, and then secretly chanted a spell that made the cold wind blowing from the clouds on Owen's left a little stronger.

Because then it will blow to herself.

"Tsk!"

Owen, who suddenly felt a little cold on his buttocks, did not stop Hermione's magic.

He silently found a blanket from his pocket and put it comfortably on himself.

Then he took a large watermelon from Dobby.

The cutting spell was directly split in half, half of it was placed on the table, the other half was raised, and the other hand held a spoon, and the sweet cold water exploded directly in the mouth.

The feeling of refreshment goes straight to the brain!

Ah———— that's what summer feels like!

It's summer!

The air conditioner should be turned on at 16 degrees, wrapped in a quilt, with a sip of cold Coke and a bite of chilled watermelon.

I played my favorite Harry Potter movie and watched it all afternoon.

Oh – dude is watching live!

"Hey! Harry Potter over there, say the words! ”

He screamed suddenly.

Harry, who was enthusiastically celebrating Ireland's first goal, subconsciously looked back blankly and excitedly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Ahh

Life is complete!

Who could be happier than me!

“.”

Harry, who was stopped, stared at Owen stupidly.

Something is unclear.

He watched Owen lying comfortably on the chair, taking a bite of a piece of watermelon, his face rippling with spring waves, and his expression was a little.

In a trance, an idea popped into his head.

And then

In Blake's box, six more chairs were ruthlessly stretched. (and Dobby)

"Ah———h

The cold air blew out from the top of everyone's heads, and the little wizards holding half a piece of watermelon in their hands comfortably gave out the highest praise in summer.

"It's so cool!"

The game continues.

Soon, better teamwork led to frequent goals for Ireland.

The opening was less than twenty minutes.

Ireland have scored four goals in a row.

In the stands, green-clad supporters cheered and cheered.

The game seems to be one-sided.

And some are getting worse.

At this juncture, the Bulgarian team finally changed their style of play.

The batsmen Volkov and Vokanov were more ferocious in their involvement, using their physical superiority to quickly execute their tactics quite successfully.

Bulgaria scored.

But the Irish team is not passive, watching the opponent fight more frantically.

They made the most of the 'Firebolts' and with sheer speed, and after another fifteen minutes of play, Ireland scored in quick succession, and they now lead 130-10.

While such a frenzied attack caused their stamina to drain quickly, it was all worth it, and such a huge lead was rare in the entire Quidditch World Cup final.

Like a swarm of shiny bumblebees, the leprechauns swirled into the air and quickly formed a "Ha! Ha! Ha! The words of the word to provoke.

Not to be outdone, Meiwa on the opposite side of the arena jumped up directly, shook their heads angrily, and started dancing again.

Knowing the lesson from the past, Ron immediately closed his eyes.

Instead, Owen, Hermione, and Harry were smiling at the succubus, the girl.

"Huh? The referee - he was hit! ”

Hermione was the first to notice Hassan Mustafa's strange behavior in the venue.

He suddenly landed in the air and walked up to the dancing girl, flexing his limbs, flexing his muscles and rubbing his beard excitedly.

"Spicy eyes!" Owen commented.

"It's not as good as Harry Potter!"

"What are you talking about Owen, how can I dance!" Harry stood up and looked at Owen suspiciously.

"Nope! You will, and quite spicy eyes. ”

In a trance, Owen's eyes suddenly appeared in front of Harry Potter, dancing a striptease.

Leather clothes and leather pants, shirtless, painted with riotous makeup, it is spicy to the extreme.

Then, Owen quickly turned his head to the authentic Harry and cleared the cache!

From the viewing platform, Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Physical Education and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, shouted anxiously, "This is not going to work!"

"Somebody go up and slap the referee!"

He shouted at the paramedic in the field.

Then, a field doctor ran out of the rest area quickly, covered his ears with his hands, and ran to Hassan Mustafa as fast as he could, kicking him hard in the calf.

The referee, who was in pain, finally reacted.

At this point, he was embarrassed.

Annoyed, he yelled at the girls to stop them from dancing.

And it seems that he is even going to drive away the group of beautiful babies.

On the side, the Irish leprechauns laughed and threw gold coins outside.

They made a not-so-civilized gesture in the air with gold coins and directed them at the group of girls.

And how can the angry Meiwa endure this breath.

Originally, they were not humans, just magical creatures, and their emotions were relatively simple and did not suppress their emotions.

Now it's being suppressed by both human wizards and leprechauns!

In an instant, their tight strings were broken.

The girls writhed their waists with their teeth and claws.

A thrilling spell of enchantment slowly rises.

Then a large number of Bulgarians in the stands were controlled by them.

They were already very dissatisfied with the referee driving away Meiwa, after all, why should you blame Meiwa for being an idiot?

Now that they are controlled again, their heads are hot, and they are in a trance in an instant.

In the stands, a spell suddenly flew out.

Umpire emerges.

Just as he was turning his head to stop it, Hassan Musta, who had committed a foul on the pitch, sank on the soles of his feet, and then the whole person suddenly fell to the ground, and the ground beneath his feet turned into a quagmire.

"Who'!!" Hassan Mustafa shouted!

Then he crawled out of the quagmire.

But he was greeted by merciless laughter from the Bulgarian audience.

Hassan Mustafa was even more furious.

He held his wand, his eyes sprinting viciously over the spectators.

It seems that he is going to rush to the stands in the next second and fight the guy who dares to attack him!

"Look!"

"The audience and the referee are fighting!"

Owen screamed that there was a summer joy playing out under his nose.

Officials from the ministry rushed to the arena and pulled Hassan Mustafa away.

Just kidding, if the referees and the spectators really do it, they will become a joke in this World Cup.

"Stains!"

"It's a pity!" Owen said with some frustration.

Subsequently, the game continued.

Compared to the riots under the grounds.

The chaos in the sky is no slouch.

The batsmen on both sides showed no mercy and just swung wildly as hard as they could, not caring whether the stick in their hand hit the ball or the person.

The rest of the team members rode on broomsticks and rampaged through the sky.

They tried to use their physical advantage to knock all the opposing players down.

In the midst of the chaos, Ireland scored a couple more goals.

The price came when their chaser Lynch was run by the Bulgarians and crashed into the stadium's guardrail.

Then it fell from a great height.

It hit the ground with a 'bang'.

"Foul !!" The Irish shouted in unison, and they all stood up, along with Harry and the Ron Twins.

A loud wave of green echoed through the stadium.

"Foul!" The magically amplified voice of Ludo Bagman, the director of the sports department, also repeated these two words, "Dimitrov deliberately rushed into Lynch - he will definitely be free-thrown - yes, the referee blew the whistle!" ”

One by one, the leprechauns rose into the air.

They rudely spat at Dimitrov and his teammates.

There are also people who hit people with gold coins.

(End of chapter)