Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 347 The game is over

346 Game over

"Now, please welcome the England Quidditch National Team!"

Bagman shouted loudly: "The one who appears is - Gjern! Fred! George! Wood! Cedric! Qiu! And - and - and - Harry Potter!"

Under Toby's blatant threat, the players almost fled out of the tunnel. Their agile speed was thought by the audience to be a demonstration to their opponents, making the atmosphere of the stadium even more heated!

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

The cheers from the audience were drowned out, and Harry waved his hands blindly and subconsciously, still thinking about Draco's miserable state in his mind.

"Why does he look wrong?"

Ron was holding a pair of panoramic binoculars, which he agreed to buy for him after begging Mrs. Weasley for a long time - and in order to be able to watch his two sons' games, the entire Weasley family had one.

Hermione also got one, and she was looking carefully at the unnatural expression on Harry's face.

"Why does he look like he's been cast under a forgetting spell? He's out of his mind." She said worriedly.

Barty Crouch Jr., who was hiding behind, heard these words, and his eyes flashed again - because Bertha Jorkins was cast by his father with a forgetting spell because of the accidental discovery of herself.

The spell was so powerful that Bertha is still confused and unable to remember her work.

"I think it's a bit like the Imperius Curse." Ron whispered, mentioning the spell that Professor Hemmer occasionally mentioned: "You see, his face and body are separated, as if he is being controlled by someone."

Little Barty almost couldn't help but break away now - his father had been using the Imperius Curse to control him ever since he escaped from Azkaban after being exchanged with his mother's life.

How much do these two brats know?

Did they notice something?

"The game has begun!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly.

"Look at George and Fred!" Mrs. Weasley almost pressed the telescope into her eye sockets. She shouted excitedly: "What two wonderful children, but why do they insist on playing pranks?

"

Everyone's attention was focused on the game, and no one had time to answer her - Mr. Weasley heard her clearly, but he decided not to disturb other people's mood at this time.

The speed of the players on the court was unbelievable, and the old spectators also noticed that the players of the Chadli Cannons were different from before. They worked hard almost from the beginning.

"Cedric got the ball! Autumn! Gjern! Eagle-headed attacking formation! Watch out for the Bludger - blocked! Where did Fred come from - Cedric scored!"

Bagman shouted with a loud voice, and the whole audience burst into cheers, making the stadium tremble: "10:0, England is in the lead!"

Although the Chadli Cannons' score greatly satisfied the audience, some people were not in the mood to watch the game.

Just one floor below the top-level box is a second-class box. The location is not as good, but the price is much cheaper.

But today, there were no ordinary spectators sitting in the second-class box, but a large group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. They were scattered around vigilantly, giving up the few seats in the middle to Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and

Scrimgeour just walked over with a solemn expression.

"Are you serious?" Fudge asked solemnly: "Hammer really has the ability to control the Pharaoh's mask? Can't it be some illusion trick?"

The Ministry of Magic has long been investigating Toby, and of course this also includes the courses he teaches at Hogwarts, many of which are horrifying.

"The pyramid may be." Scrimgeour said seriously: "But the pile of mummies cannot be fake - Toby Highmore is deliberately showing us his ability, he is provoking!"

Tonks, who was huddled in the corner, moved her ears. She didn't hear the previous words clearly, but she heard the latter part very carefully - because Scrimgeour almost roared.

But it's just provocation. Isn't Toby always like this?

Is the Ministry of Magic still afraid of Toby's provocation?

She didn't know the content of Fudge and Toby's previous conversation, so she didn't understand why Fudge became so panicked next.

"He's ready to do it!"

Fudge immediately judged: "I didn't expect him to react so quickly! Send me back to the Ministry of Magic now! Now!"

Scrimgeour also agreed with this decision. After all, there were more mummies than there were Aurors on site, and no one knew whether Toby had the ability to get more mummies.

"Everyone, come here!" He turned around and ordered: "You must now return Minister Fudge to the Ministry of Magic safely. I will continue to stay here and make sure that no one can harm the Minister!"

No one would question the order of the Head of Auror Office, not even Tonks dared to lose focus at this time.

She looked at Fudge looking like he was in a hurry to escape, and she couldn't help but wonder what Toby had done to make Fudge so scared.

——

At this moment, Toby was standing in the contestants' tunnel. He was holding the suitcase in one hand and encouraged Al: "Despise them severely, even if you say dirty words, we can't let these Veela show off their power.

We are in the lead now!"

Elton, who transformed into the Thestral, suddenly became even more energetic. The black mist it emitted formed all kinds of curse words, and sharp ridicules came out of its mouth, making the Veela's angry and changed back to their original forms - their faces were pulled.

They have grown and turned into pointed bird heads with sharp beaks, and a pair of long, scale-covered wings are emerging from their shoulders——

"Oh, no!" Ron shouted heartbroken: "Don't be so scary!"

"You have some potential, you!" Hermione said angrily: "Look at Harry, he is being targeted!"

Harry was indeed targeted. The two Bulgarian batters were almost constantly watching him, swinging Bludgers at him whenever they had the chance.

"It's okay, Gjeon has already rushed over - oh, no!"

Ron watched helplessly as the opponent's player swung the bat hard - he seemed to want to hit Gjeon's head. Fortunately, Gjeon dodged it in time, but the hit on the arm didn't look like it was there.

light.

"foul!"

"foul!"

The audience roared angrily, and the referee had to step in and announce a timeout.

"The game is suspended," Mr. Bagman yelled, "and a trained on-field doctor rushes onto the field to check on Gjern's injury!"

On the court.

"I'm fine," James said, sweating coldly, to comfort Harry, who looked worried. He forced a smile, "World Cup, ha! There is no shortage of dirty tricks in this kind of place."

"We want revenge!" Fred roared as he was spinning down. George stared at the batter with an unkind look: "I will find a way to keep an eye on him."

"Don't be impulsive, children." James was still admonishing.

A voice came from behind the doctor.

"Yes, you really shouldn't be impulsive. There are so many spectators staring at you, and a special protective spell has been set up on the court. It will detect many blatant violations."

James was stunned, and Harry turned around in surprise. He saw a familiar person looking at them wearing a mask.

"Who are you?" the doctor who was treating the injury asked in surprise.

"I am your colleague." Toby said impatiently: "Take care of Gjeon's injury quickly and don't delay the game - if you think you can withstand the anger of so many spectators."

The doctor continued to treat James suspiciously. Toby finally said meaningfully to the players: "Remember, conventional methods will not work."

oh?

Harry noticed that Professor Heimer had been staring at him - as for why he appeared on the court disguised as a doctor, it didn't seem so unacceptable.

Does this mean that you are letting yourself use the devil?

Will that work?

Finally, James stood up again. His arm was no longer so swollen, and he raised it and waved vigorously to the audience.

The doctors began to leave, and the person who doubted Toby looked around for a while. He found that Toby was no longer in the team, as if he had suddenly disappeared.

As the referee's whistle sounded, the game continued - Harry had been keeping an eye on Krum from the beginning, and he knew that during this period Krum must be looking for traces of the Golden Snitch without being disturbed.

"Go protect Harry!"

James shouted to Fred and George, and then looked at the other Cedric and Cho Chang: "Be careful not to be surrounded!"

Affected by the changes in tactics, the players were unable to adapt immediately, allowing the Bulgarian team to score several goals in a row - and the methods of fouling on the court became more and more obvious, and the number of free throws taken by each team became more and more obvious.

Fred was grabbed by the hair. George caught up quickly and almost beat him up.

The whistle sounded sharply, and the referee rushed over to separate the two sides and gave England another chance to take a penalty kick.

"It's a personal feud now!"

Fred gasped and said, "Just wait and see, I have to crush that guy's head!"

Harry was still hesitating whether to really summon the devil. As long as he was careful enough with the shape of his mouth and made it more hidden, it seemed that no one would notice it.

Cedric also heard Professor Heimer's words, and he thought of his automatic magic wand at that time. It couldn't be considered a conventional method, at least it could knock the opponent's bat away.

The two of them looked at each other in the air, and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

The competition continued, and the Veela danced happily, acting as if they had won.

This time the person who was going to take the free throw was James. He picked up the Quaffle and glanced in the direction of the tunnel entrance from a distance.

Toby comforted the angry Al and watched him silently.

As the whistle blew again, Ludo Bagman resumed his commentary: "The Quaffle is in Gjern's hands and he throws it away - oh my god, is the goalkeeper okay? It looks like

It was an accident. The captain of the Bulgarian team was protesting to the referee - there was no violation! The game continues!"

Just in the blink of an eye, the audience saw the Bulgarian team's goalkeeper being hit hard on the chin by a flying Quaffle at a very tricky angle - as if he had deliberately hit the Quaffle.

The players on the Artillery team couldn't help but murmur, and they stared at James in surprise.

"What are you still doing?!" James roared at them: "Fred and George, you go keep an eye on Krum! Harry just looks for the Snitch, Cedric, and Cho, you follow me!"

"

The tactics suddenly changed again, and Harry became a person who no longer needed to be protected, but his situation was smoother than before - for the first time, he saw his father's ability on the court, which was simply brilliant.

One person was fighting against seven people, and even the Bludgers were obeying his orders, confusing the opposing players.

It's just that James' methods seem very weird. He can always achieve his goal, but he can't let the referee find any faults.

"Do you think he did it on purpose?" Cedric asked as he flew past Harry. "Why wasn't this done before?"

"I guess he probably wants to set a good example for us!" Fred, who hit the Bludger away hard, said excitedly, "But I still can't hold it in anymore. This feels great!"

Harry did feel great. He had never enjoyed a game so much. He didn't have to hold his breath anymore.

The most important thing is that he saw the shadow of the Golden Snitch, which was next to the Bulgarian team's goal and was not noticed by the opponent's goalkeeper.

Harry caught a glimpse of Krum staring at him all the time. His situation had become bad, and there was a big swelling on his head - this was caused by George.

"Harry Potter!" Ludo Bagman shouted in disbelief: "Has he found it?"

Harry suddenly started to dive downwards. This was his signature skill - Wronsky Feint, which he could do when he was in first grade - Krum's movements were not slower than him at all, but compared with Harry

Contrary to what he imagined, Krum was not deceived by his trick, but also discovered traces of the Golden Snitch!

He was deliberately confusing him!

But at this moment, Qiu, who was about to score a goal, heard James shouting to him: "Pass the ball to me!"

Following a beautiful pass, James controlled the tail of his broom and struck hard, hitting the Quaffle steadily. However, he did not hit the ball in the direction of the goal. Instead, he turned the angle and hit it just in the direction of the goal.

The golden snitch flew diagonally downward!

The Quaffle flew past the back of Krum's head, causing his scalp to hurt - he watched helplessly as the snitch was driven under the goal, and was caught by Harry who was rushing over, unable to stop himself from flying up into the air.

In the end it flew higher than the highest goal!

Harry was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He raised the Golden Snitch high and looked down at Krum, who was looking up at him.

He suddenly remembered the letter Krum had written to him.

"You fought well."

Harry gasped, hugging James as he flew over, feeling the joy that no one could stop.

"We won!" James yelled arrogantly, picking Harry up from the broom and lifting him high above his head - he had never done such a dangerous move before.

The audience cheered loudly, and Harry saw large patches of orange light up in the auditorium. Everyone was celebrating crazily. The scores flashed on the scoreboard: England: 470, Bulgaria: 330.

Surrounded by the team members, Harry returned to the players' tunnel, where Toby was standing there ready to greet them, and was the first to walk towards James.

"It seems you understand what I mean." Toby said with a smile, as if he was in a good mood: "My sight has also reminded you enough so that you don't have to worry about living anymore, and then you can

Set a disgusting example."

"Because Lily is not here." James said in a low voice. Only Harry could hear the conversation between them clearly: "So to be precise, I am still a single father and must take on the responsibilities of a parent at the same time. But you don't

It's too early to be happy, Toby, I have already decided that I must stop you, and nothing I say this time will work."

"No need." Toby waved his hands indifferently and said, "I just got the news that Fudge was attacked by a group of unknown people while leaving the stadium and is now missing."

"You actually-"

"It's not me." Toby shook his head: "It seems that we have all misjudged one person - Albus Dumbledore. No wonder he has not been in a hurry to take action. The principal's methods are always beyond imagination, and this time it is also

No exception."

"Just wait and see, the era of the Black Devil and the White Devil has come."