Somehow, a sense of unease rose over Harry as the Malfoys disappeared into the doorframe, and he immediately told Sirius what he had discovered.

"The Malfoys are gone, and they didn't watch the game?"

Sirius was still immersed in the increasingly intense competition, and it took him a few seconds to calm himself down and understand what Harry was saying, and he looked at the seat reserved by Malfoy's house, and saw that it was empty, and his brow furrowed,

"What's so urgent that they don't even have time to watch the World Cup?"

"I don't know!" Harry said decisively, Lucius Malfoy's unkind eyes at Sirius after he walked into the box and before he left were like stones in his heart, and he was worried.

"Sirius, I always feel. What a conspiracy Malfoy are planning. Probably going to deal with you! ”

"I don't rule out the possibility of that, Harry--"

After all, he was a man who had come from the war years, and Harry was relieved to see that Sirius was seriously considering his words and gave an affirmative opinion, but Sirius frowned and looked at Fudge, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and the other big names in the wizarding world in the box, and said after a moment of contemplation,

"I'll be careful, Harry, but I don't think Malfoy has the guts to make trouble at the World Cup, unless he wants to face the wrath of the entire Ministry."

Harry followed Sirius' gaze as well, and indeed, Sirius's judgment was justified.

"There's something to talk about after the game, Harry, now, what you should do is concentrate on the game!"

Sirius reminded Harry with a smile.

Neither Hermione nor Ron noticed their conversation, they watched the game with relish, and Ron even laughed.

"What's wrong?" Harry threw himself back onto the railing, eagerly, "What did I miss?" ”

Ron and Hermione ignored Harry's questioning, and Harry had to watch for himself.

For some reason, the leprechauns brought by the Irish team rose into the air angrily like a swarm of shiny bumblebees, and now they form a "Ha! Ha! Ha! ". Mei Wa on the other side of the arena jumped up, angrily shook their hair, and started dancing again.

Harry was just about to cover his ears when Hermione tugged Harry's arm, Harry turned his face, and Hermione impatiently pulled his fingers out of his ear.

"Look at the referee!" She giggled.

Harry looked down at the arena below, where referee Hassan Mustafa suddenly landed in front of the dancing girl, behaving strangely, flexing his limbs, flexing his muscles and rubbing his beard excitedly.

"Oh, that's not going to work, who's going to go up and slap the referee?"

Ludo Bagman also found the scene very funny, and he said happily.

From here, the game gradually developed towards uncivilized discoveries, and the ferocity and intensity were unprecedented to anyone.

The batsmen on both sides showed no mercy, especially the Bulgarian Volkov and Vokanov, who didn't care whether the skinny stick hit the ball or the man, and just swung wildly as hard as he could, and Dimitrov went straight to get Moran back with the Quaffle, and almost knocked her off the broomstick.

"Foul!"

The crowd shuddered at Quidditch with the roar of excitement, and there was no doubt that Ireland had two more penalties and easily hit them!

For the third time tonight, the leprechauns grabbed people's eyeballs, and this time they formed a giant hand and made a very rude gesture towards the girl on the other side of the field. When they saw it, they lost control, and instead of dancing, they flew through the arena and began to throw handfuls of flaming things at the leprechaun. Harry looked through the binoculars and saw that they weren't beautiful at all. Instead, their faces were elongated into pointy, sharp-beaked birds' heads, and a pair of long, scaly-covered wings were emerging from their shoulders—

"Oh my God!"

Harry cried out in a panic,

"I've seen them, Professor Bryan took me to see Meeva!"

"Oh?"

Mr. Weasley, who was teaching the children not to judge people by their appearance, heard Harry's cry and pulled his face over with interest,

"Can you elaborate on that, Harry?"

Harry turned his head to find Hermione staring at him with the same sparkling eyes, as if waiting for an explanation.

"Let's get back to that, Hermione--" Harry craned his neck in annoyance, he had to think carefully about anything about Professor Bryan before saying it.

"170 points, Bulgaria!"

Ron's excited shouts caused Hermione to pause and focus on the game again.

Krum is not flying as much as the game started now, he is flying crookedly close to the lawn, Ron is stomping his feet in a hurry, whether he can get the gold or not, it depends on whether Krum can make a big show at this time, but Krum was injured in the process of how many Bludgers he had before, and no one has yet found out.

"The game should be suspended, Krum is injured!"

Ron yelled at Bagman, regardless of whether Bagman heard Ron's shout or not, he didn't give the referee any hints anyway.

Just as Ron was about to go to Buckman, Krum on the field suddenly accelerated, and at the same time, Lynch also swooped down from the level of the frame, Harry was sure that Lynch was not following Krum's Langsky feint this time, they all saw the Golden Snitch including himself!

Quite a few spectators realized what was going on, and there were green waves in the arena again, and everyone watched as the two Seekers were leveling somewhere, chasing forward together, and then—

The world quietly pressed the pause button, and everyone didn't know how to face the big screen showing the game on the opposite side of the ring, Ireland vs. Bulgaria, 170:160 score!

"Win."

Ron was the first person to speak in the box, and he looked at Bagman in a trance, and his tone was like a whisper.

"Can you believe it, Harry, I've hit the ground running, whole . Five hundred Galleons--"

"But why?"

Hermione looked at the hook-nosed golfer on the field, who was gasping in mid-air,

"He's stupid to catch the Golden Snitch when Bulgaria is 160 points behind, isn't it, he should go and interfere with Lynch and make him lose the capture of the Golden Snitch--"

"Because Krum knows," Harry's excited roar was suppressed by the rumbling roar outside before it could even reach the box.

"They'll never be able to catch up with Ireland!"

There's a lot going on at this moment, Fudge is comforting the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, Ron and Fred George stumble towards Ludo Bagman who is screaming the result with all his might, Sirius and Mr. Weasley and Bill and Charlie are all standing on their stools for the result, Hermione stares at the talented Seeker who is going around the field to greet the audience, and kind of understands why so many people are crazy about him, in Quidditch, Viktor Krum is indeed a heroic warrior!

Needless to say, the eldews of the Irish team and the Bulgarian meadows pinched again, and the real beakers were much more vicious than just now, they not only shot at the leprechauns, but also sprinkled the flames on the fans who were watching the game for the Irish team.

The clash between the fans was expected by the Ministry of Magic, and many officials rushed to the point of conflict in an attempt to separate the angry fans.

"People will talk about this game for many years, Jen. Harry! ”

Sirius also applauded desperately for the players on the field, but somehow, his expression suddenly darkened, staring at the back of Harry who was talking to Ron, with a glint in his gray eyes.

Ron and the twin brothers each received a money bag from Buckman, and Ron handed it to Harry, his lips twitching a few times, and it was hard to tell if he was crying or laughing at the moment.

Mr. Weasley stared at the money bag in the hands of his three children, and he knew that it contained nearly two thousand Galleons, a large sum of money.

"Children, if you want, I can stand at Gringotts and help you open a vault, it's not safe to keep such a large sum of money around, if your mother finds out again."

"No!"

Ron suddenly regained his senses, and he hugged his money bag tightly,

"That's half Harry's, I'd rather keep it in Harry's coffers!"

"We've got something else to do, Daddy!"

Fred and George also replied with a refusal, to which Mr. Weasley could only smile wryly.

"Let's go, Harry—"

Sirius patted Harry's shoulder, who was still not calming down, and his voice softened,

"The withdrawal of 100,000 people is not something that can be done in a moment and a half, and we finally left first while everyone didn't react."

Sirius's offer was wise, Harry nodded, ready to call his friends to leave, tonight, they probably won't be able to sleep, but at this moment-

Rumble--

There was a sudden and muffled sound from below the arena, not one, but a series of movements, and Harry could even feel the floor trembling beneath his feet.

"What's the matter, these people haven't calmed down yet?"

Charlie jumped off the stool and said with a furrowed brow.

(End of chapter)