Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The Quidditch World Cup finals ended with the victory of the Irish national team.

Of course, the competition process is still quite thrilling.

But Tiera didn't pay attention at all, because he was busy controlling the "Dementor Eyes" to absorb emotions such as happiness, anger and... lust——

I don’t know why, but in public, several wizards and witches started to release hormones inexplicably when they saw Viktor Krum flying back and forth in the air——

Obviously, the high-speed movement in the air pressed Viktor Krum's thin jersey tightly against Krum's chest, revealing his majestic abdominal and chest muscle curves like ancient Greek sculptures.

"I can! I can! I can! I can! I can..."

Tiera heard other voices mixed in with the cheers——

Tiera was happy to help others and helped the wizards and witches absorb these emotions.

Please wear some clothes in public, thank you.

Therefore, all Tiera's information about this game was relayed to him by Harry Potter——

While Harry monopolized the telescope, he explained it to Tiera again and again.

Although the Bulgarian national team's chaser Viktor Krum finally caught the Golden Snitch, it was still a step too late——

In the end, the Irish national team defeated the Bulgarian national team with a slight advantage of 170 points to 160 points, and won the 422nd Quidditch World Cup.

Huge cheers and shouts of joy erupted from the Irish fans like a volcano.

"Eye of the Dementor" is already too busy now——

Because there was so much joy at the scene that it almost overflowed.

So Tiera just lets it absorb happiness as it happens, and it counts as much as it can absorb. Anyway, Tiera has already made a lot of money from this trip to the World Cup.

The leprechauns raced across the arena in ecstasy.

Viktor Krum of the Bulgarian team was surrounded by a group of doctor wizards. Viktor Krum's face was quite gloomy. He did not let the doctors clean his wounds, wipe away the blood, and did not let any doctor touch him. Himself, and his teammates were also surrounding him, they were all shaking their heads, looking dejected.

Not far away, it was like another world. The players of the Irish team were dancing with joy, and their mascot was throwing showers of gold coins at them——

Tiera waved her wand again while no one was paying attention——

There is no way, Tiera, who has five thousand years of Chinese traditional virtues, just can't see anyone being so wasteful.

But at this time, no one cared about the gold coins at all. Even Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who was sitting not far from Tiera, did not even look at Tiera.

Flags were waved throughout the stadium and the Irish national anthem was played from all directions.

The beautiful Veela looked downcast and frowned——

This only makes them appear more attractive.

At least Tiera has absorbed a lot of "I can, I can, I can..." emotions.

"I said, we fought bravely." A heavy voice behind Harry said.

He turned around and saw that it was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

"You speak English!" said Fudge, in a very annoyed tone, "but you make me sign here all day long!"

"Hey, that was fun," the Bulgarian minister said with a shrug.

"Now, the members of the Irish team, accompanied by their mascots, circle the field, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the top box!" said Ludo Bagman's bell-like voice.

Suddenly, a dazzling light pierced the place, and the top box was magically illuminated, allowing all the spectators in the stands to see what was going on inside the box.

At the entrance to the top box, two panting wizards were seen carrying a large gold cup into the box and handed it to Cornelius Fudge, and Fudge——

Fudge still looked unhappy because he had been gesticulating all day in vain, trying to get the Bulgarians to understand him.

"Let us applaud warmly and welcome the Bulgarian players to the stage despite their defeat!" Bagman shouted immediately.

The seven defeated Bulgarian players went upstairs and entered the box.

Below, both the fans of the Bulgarian national team and the fans of the Irish national team applauded and cheered to express their appreciation for them——

After all, as Ludo Bagman said, in the eyes of fans of the Bulgarian national team, they are proud of their defeat.

And for fans of the Irish national team -

Even if the team they support wins, no one would mind giving the loser a little dignity.

One by one, the Bulgarian players walked between the two rows of seats in the box and took turns shaking hands with their ministers and Fudge. Bagman called out each person's name.

Krum came last, looking very embarrassed, with two dark circles under his eyes standing out on his blood-stained face. He still held the Snitch in his hand.

"Hey, Tiera..." Harry turned sideways and whispered next to Tiera.

"What's wrong? Harry?" Tiera also whispered.

"Have you noticed that Wick...well, once he hits the ground..." Harry said softly, "His movements look a little uncoordinated..."

"Yes, I noticed." Tiera also whispered in Harry's ear, "His legs are a bit splayed out, and his shoulders are obviously bent forward."

"Considering the severity of his splay and shoulder curvature, it is very likely that he was born with a hereditary calcium deficiency." Tiera added.

"What?" Harry obviously didn't quite understand some of the proper nouns Tiera said, but when he wanted to ask back, his voice was drowned by a roar of cheers like a mountain and a tsunami.

Because at this moment, Bagman reported Viktor Krum's name——

The entire stadium gave him an extremely warm and deafening cheer.

Next up were the members of the Irish team.

Aidan Linzi was supported by Moran and Connolly. The second fall seemed to knock him unconscious. His eyes were scattered and confused.

But when Troy and Quigley raised the trophy high and the audience burst into thunderous applause, Linzi also grinned.

Finally, the Irish team left the box and rode their brooms around the field.

At this point, Bagman pointed his wand at his throat and whispered, "Whisper."

"Cough cough cough cough... This game... cough cough cough... is destined to be discussed by people for several years." Ludo Bagman said in a hoarse voice, "What an unexpected turn... It's a pity that the game didn't Go on longer...ah, right...right, how much should I give you...?"

At this time, Fred and George had turned over the backs of their chairs and stood in front of Ludo Bagman.

They smiled happily and triumphantly and stretched out their open palms.