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.

Others, on the other hand, took aim at the babies, picking up the mud on the ground and throwing them at them.

Mud splashed on their beautiful faces, adding a shadow to the perfection.

Then the girls also got out of control.

This time instead of dancing, they flew through the arena and began throwing handfuls of flaming objects at the leprechauns.

The entire playing field turned into a sea of flames, and the lawn below was burning.

Now, the girls don't look pretty at all.

Instead, their faces were elongated and turned into pointy, beaked birds' heads.

A pair of long, scaly wings were emerging from their shoulders

This is another kind of Meiwa, they are a fickle race (literally).

"Got it, kids!" Mr. Weasley's voice drowned out the noise of the crowd below, "Remember, you can never just look good!"

On the field, the officials of the ministry must not only start to extinguish the flames, but also divide their men to deal with those babes and leprechauns.

From time to time, the Bulgarians' shameful sneak attacks would pass overhead, and the spell would pass by them.

The two teams in the sky also became savage.

To take revenge on the Bulgarians.

Ireland's batsman Quigley used his suffocating strength to smash a flying Bludger at Klum, who couldn't dodge and was hit head-on by the Bludger.

There were deafening complaints from the auditorium.

Krum's nose seemed to have been knocked and blood was bleeding everywhere, but Hassan Mustafa didn't blow the whistle.

He probably did it on purpose.

But it could also be because Meiwa was throwing flames at him, making him uninterested in the game.

Originally, it was a world-class Quidditch match.

It is a confrontation of technology and sweat, a duel of tactical wisdom and on-the-spot speculation.

Now it seems that the duel is a real duel.

However, it has been changed to physical hand-to-hand combat.

Looking at the stadium, it was filled with the screams of the boys, the crackles of the wands of the ministry officials, the angry roars of the Bulgarians, and the cheers of the Irish supporters.

It was simply the most chaotic game Harry had ever seen, and there was no skill or spectacle at all.

It's almost comparable to the Hogwarts Gryffindor and Slytherin scuffle.

"Why don't you pause!" Ron shouted.

"Don't you see Krum hurt?"

"I don't think Hassan Musta saw it!" Harry stared at the arena before suddenly exclaiming, "Look at Lynch!"

Ron hurriedly looked.

On the field, Lynch, who fell to the ground, suddenly staggered and stood up again.

His right hand was visibly deformed, presumably fractured.

But instead of seeking treatment, he jumped on a broom and soared into the sky.

"He's seen the Golden Snitch." Harry screamed, "He could only have seen the Golden Snitch!"

In Quidditch, each position can only do what it has to do.

For example, the Golden Snitch can only be caught by the Seeker, and anyone else who catches it will be judged as a foul.

The only thing that can make Lynch so desperate is that he has discovered the traces of the Golden Snitch.

Otherwise, he would have risen into the air so hastily - if he was injured again, the Irish team, who had lost the Seeker, would have to surrender the Golden Snitch to the Bulgarians.

Half of the audience realized what was going on.

The supporters of the Irish team stood up again, once again setting off a wave of green

Color waves, screaming to cheer on their Seekers.

The Bulgarian team also reacted.

Krum is not far behind.

He didn't care about his bloody nose anymore.

Accelerate with all your might, and let the blood splash behind him!

He must not let Lynch catch the Golden Snitch!

At this moment, Krum revealed his flying talent, he always found the trickiest angles and the fastest way to keep up with the Golden Snitch, and soon he was parallel to Lynch.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in front of him, and the light went straight to the ground!

The two Seekers didn't care about anything else at this time, and directly stuck their brooms into the ground at 90 degrees.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione's eyes widened and she said in a deep voice.

"No, it won't!" Ron shouted feverishly.

"Lin Qi will!" Harry yelled.

As a good Seeker, Harry knew all too well the process of falling and raising a broomstick.

You'll have to pull the broom up as hard as you can at the limit of your proximity to the ground, and if you exceed the distance, you'll be greeted by a drop to the ground.

At a time when the speed of the broom is getting faster and faster, it is becoming more and more difficult to control this extreme distance.

He still hasn't found that perfect spot.

As for Lynch and Krum, Harry can only say that if Lynch's arm hadn't hurt, he might still be able to pull up the broom at the last minute, but he only has one hand now.

Falling to the ground is almost inevitable.

He's—he's desperate.

——————

Harry's prediction was correct!

With a "bang", Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground for the second time, and a group of angry Meiwa immediately swarmed around him.

If it weren't for the magical protective suit he was wearing, he would definitely be able to smash people into flesh.

"Where is the Golden Snitch, where is the Snitch?" George and Fred, who were sitting there, shouted.

"He caught it—Krum caught it—the game was over!" Harry responded.

Krum's bright red robe glistened with speckled nosebleeds. He rose lightly into the air, fist raised high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

The scoreboard flashes with the scoreboard. Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience doesn't seem to realize what exactly is 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.

"Ireland wins!" Ludo of the Athletics Division shouted, seemingly bewildered by the abrupt end of the game, "Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but Ireland won, oh my God, I don't think anyone expected it to be like this!"

"Lynch is a hero!" Harry sighed, "Although Klute caught the Golden Snitch!"

"That's right." Ron nodded approvingly, "He just had a chance to pull up, he had 10,000 chances, but he didn't, he chose to fight!"

That's Quidditch!

That's the game!

Haha – it's the most exciting, brave, and dramatic game I've ever seen!"

Ron smiled happily, this was the best ending.

"Huhuhu!!"

The scene was filled with shouts of celebration.

The game is over, but the chaos is not.

Taking advantage of the celebrations, a large number of wizards poured into the stadium from the stands, and the leprechauns, the meows, and the officials in the ministry who were struggling to maintain order, oh! And then there's our dear referee, Hassan Mustafa, who was swept down by a crowd of Bulgarians, and then grabbed his fists and struck them – a group of wizards, but now they're starting to perform real martial arts.

"Oh my God!"

At Harry's exclamation, Hassan Mustafa was knocked down with a punch.

But this Egyptian wizard

He didn't grin on the ground, although he was more than half a hundred years old, his body was exceptionally tough, and when he got up from the ground, he jumped up directly at the Bulgarian wizard who was at least a head taller than him.

Then he drew the spell, and the two swishs struck the guy with tears in his stomach and eyes.

"What a shame!"

In the stands, Owen and Hermione Harry couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

This kind of hand-to-hand combat, you can't even see the scene of the first-year brawl at Hogwarts.

At Hogwarts, you are embarrassed to admit that you are a wizard if you don't throw a spell into a first-year fight.

And at the World Cup, the adult wizard told us.

Wizard - it really has to be fucking fists to the flesh!

On the viewing platform, Mr. Ludo of the Department of Magical Sports shouted anxiously, and he kept ordering the wizards of the Ministry of Magic next to him to go down and stop the group of crazy guys from continuing to fight.

But there are fewer and fewer people around him, and there are more and more wizards underneath.

But the riots did not mean to stop at all, but intensified.

As for Minister Barty Crouch, he sat in his chair in an old-fashioned manner and did not say a word.

Although his face was a little ugly, he was not as flustered as Mr. Ludo.

"A bunch of Quidditch hooligans." As Minister of Magic, he had his reserve.

Besides, in this situation, there is nothing he can do.

The ministry was already understaffed, and since the beginning of this year, the Aurors have suffered a lot of losses.

And even if the ministry is fully staffed, there are 100,000 wizards in front of them, not 100,000 pigs———— even if it is 100,000 pigs, they won't be able to catch them for a while.

The reason why he was so calm and light was because of the wizard sitting next to him.

The chaos at the scene is getting worse, and there is a tendency for them to finish the fight that they didn't finish this morning.

Finally, Whitebeard - Gandalf - Dumbledore got up.

He was dressed in a sumptuous dark purple wizard's robe covered with silver stars, a similarly purple high-legged wizard hat on his head, and a pair of elegant black red dragon leather boots at his feet.

Bang, thump, leather boots stomping on the metal stands made a dull sound.

The surrounding wizards, the pure-blood wizards, and the rest of the spectators noticed the scene.

They all turned their heads to look this way.

The old headmaster walked to the fence.

Behind the half-moon eyes are a pair of deep blue eyes.

He looked at the brawl under the stadium.

To be honest, it gave him a strong sense of déjà vu. It seems that this has happened countless times at Hogwarts.

He even doubted that he could spot the familiar figure in the crowd below.

"Alas!" Dumbledore sighed to himself.

These wizards are not even as good as children.

- Fight with fists.

Then, he raised his arm slightly.

"Left and right separation !!"

It's obviously the most common spell on the third-grade standard spell.

At this moment, it is - white light is like a rainbow, and the air crowns the sky.

Silver silk, like a patron charm, poured down from the viewing platform.

It was like a downpour.

Then, the silver filaments turned into invisible walls.

In the venue, the wizards were in disarray, as well as the leprechauns and the babies.

It was as if a high wall had suddenly appeared in between.

The invisible resistance directly pulled them all apart.

"What's going on?"

"How did I—"

"Look!"

Countless believers looked up at the sky.

But you can't see the moon.

I only heard that on the viewing platform, the white-bearded old man lowered his eyes, and his eyes were as silent as the moon

There was a hint of displeasure.

Seeing this, everyone unconsciously stopped.

They stared blankly at Dumbledore on the fence.

Fear, or fanaticism, or shame.

At that moment, it was as if they were all guilty.

Confess to the gods.

"Oh—gentlemen, ladies—I think it's time for us to present the awards." Dumbledore said flatly.

But the sound drifted into the ears of everyone present like a spring breeze and drizzle.

At this time, Ludo Bagman of the Sports Division finally reacted.

He tightened his sleeves and came to Dumbledore's side as nervously as if he were walking into Hogwarts for the first time.

Quietly—he kept the legendary wizard at arm's length, and he was going to be a little further back.

"Now, the Irish players are invited to circle the stadium in the company of their mascots, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the viewing stand!" Bagman's bell-like voice said.

Many wizards were suddenly blinded by a dazzling bright light, and the viewing platform was magically illuminated, allowing all spectators in the stands to see what was going on inside.

Harry squinted at the entrance, only to see two panting wizards carrying a large gold cup into the box, handing it to the - well- the two wizards were a little dazed.

Normally, the award ceremony should have been presided over by Minister of Magic, Barty Krach, but now—

Dumbledore smiled slightly, waved his hand, and returned to his seat, indicating that he had no intention of presenting the prize.

Ludo breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know how he was going to maneuver between Dumbledore and Barty Crouch.

"Let us applaud and welcome the Bulgarian players to the stage!"

Later, several Bulgarian teams who had suffered defeat went upstairs to enter the viewing platform.

The audience below applauded, perhaps as an expression of appreciation, but Owen felt that they were more because they should have applauded at this time, and Dumbledore wanted them to applaud at this time, so they had to applaud.

It's as simple as that –

"Oh! Look! That's Ginny!" Suddenly, Ron noticed a familiar figure in the corner of the viewing platform, sitting on the very edge of the chair that belonged to the Ministry of Magic.

"Next to him is Percy!

Oh, my God! Percy actually secretly took Ginny to the viewing platform!" Ron yelled, then savourily said, "He didn't tell me that we can still go up!!

He never thinks of me like this!"

"It's easy!" Owen stretched out of his chair, and then slowly got up, "Wigs, white silk, little skirts, cut off the roots of trouble, and be a strong girl from now on, I promise Percy will think of you for everything!"

"your Owen!" Ron yelled, then sulked and glanced away.

In this home he has the lowest status.

In the large Weasley family, the highest family status is naturally Mrs. Molly, their mother.

Then there was Ginny, then the other children and Mr. Arthur.

There is no way, whoever makes a family of seven children have only one little daughter.

This can be placed in any family, and it can spoil the girl to the sky.

Over time.

The scene finally became lively again.

The game is over.

It was the Irish team that won!

Today is definitely a day to celebrate for the British.

When he walked to the *** nursery box, Owen took away the pocket watch, and when he went back, he must edit the video and cut out the plot of the group of fights.

It's too bloody and violent, how can a child look at such a thing?

Of course, I left it for myself to sneak in at night.

On the way back to the camp, the flow of people was like a tidal wave.

As they walked back along the lantern-lit passageway, there was a gruff song in the night sky, leprechaun

They kept speeding over their heads, waving lanterns in their hands and laughing.

Finally, they reached the tent, but no one wanted to sleep.

Everyone sat around the sofa, talking and laughing.

Owen enthusiastically took out his pocket watch.

and show Harry and Ron the magic item.

I saw him gently flick the thimble button to the left, and then the date on the pocket watch began to rewind slowly, and when he returned to the time he recorded, he pressed the button, and then the pocket watch suddenly glowed with a very soft pale blue light.

The rays of light are connected into silk threads, and then a huge small stadium that looks like a 3D projection is created.

"Oh my God!" Ron's eyes widened, "It's- this was the game just now!"

"That's not all!" At this time, Ou Wen's Iron Man Tony is big, he holds up the spell and moves the spell in his mouth, as the most exquisite alchemy product, the operation instructions of the pocket watch are controlled by the ancient Runiwen, and many delicate operations need to be combined with the use of spells.

The phoenix wand drew a ray of red light, and Owen held it up, casting a spell back and forth on his pocket watch.

Then, the virtual image, which was originally just blue and white, was gradually filled with color.

"It can do that." With a slight wave of his wand, the image suddenly became so large that it would fill the entire tent, and he mobilized the other patterns, and the image quickly shrank again, until it was only the size of a palm, resting on his left hand.

"Zoom in, zoom out, grade color, sound. It can do anything you can imagine."

"I'm ready for school. If you have a movie at Hogwarts, there must be a lot of young wizards who weren't there!" Owen curled up on the sofa, his body soft and fused with the fluffy cushion behind him. "It's not expensive for me to charge ten silver for a movie ticket!"

"There are about a thousand people at Hogwarts, and each person looks at it once, and that's ten thousand silver sicos, about fifty-eight gold galleons. If I put it a few more times, I can turn it a little more than 100 Galleons!

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