Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

When Ludo Bagman announced the start of the game, the audience in the arena immediately burst into cheers and applause.

Thousands of colorful flags were waved at the same time, and accompanied by the national anthem, the scene was really lively.

Meanwhile, on the blackboard across from them, the last line advertising (Bibi's Multi-flavored Beans - Every bite is an adventure!) has been erased and now reads:

Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stands was a neat bright red square formation, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

"I wonder what they brought." Mr. Weasley leaned out from his seat.

The next moment, he suddenly took off his glasses and wiped them hastily on his robe, "Ah! It's a Veela!"

"What is Mei——"

Before Harry and Ron could finish asking their questions, they saw a hundred Veela sliding into the arena, and the two children's questions were instantly answered.

Veela were women...the most beautiful women Harry had ever seen...but they were not - couldn't be - real people.

Not only Harry, but also Ron were confused for a moment, unable to guess what they were:

Why is their skin glowing as brightly and softly as the moon, and why is their hair flying behind their heads without the wind...

Just when Harry and the others were obsessed with each other's beauty and couldn't help themselves, the music started, and Harry no longer considered whether she was a real person...

In fact, he couldn't think about anything else. When the Veela started dancing, Harry's mind was like a lake of slurry, filled with surprise and joy.

At this moment, everything in the world seemed to no longer matter, whether it was his godfather, Hogwarts, or even resurrecting his mother, as long as he could keep looking at the Veela, because if they stopped dancing, they would Something terrible will happen...

No! wrong! I want to resurrect my mother!

However, these Veela are so beautiful...

No! I want to resurrect my mother! I can't forget this!

Above the arena, the Veela's dance became faster and faster, and some crazy and shapeless thoughts began to swirl in Harry's dizzy mind.

At the same time, another thought deeply rooted in his mind was also growing wildly, like grass rooted in a rock, unable to be cut off.

The conflict and confrontation between two different ideas in Harry's mind gave him a splitting headache, and he even had no intention of looking at the Veela anymore.

Fortunately, Clark's familiar voice seemed to come from a distant place, helping him suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind.

"Harry, are you okay?"

As if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, the music outside had stopped, and Harry blinked blankly.

He just stood there, one leg propped up on the wall of the box.

The other people in this box, mainly male wizards, all had red faces and excited faces, and many of them were even dancing.

Such as Ron, Fred, George, Draco...

Only Clark and Neville were sitting upright with normal expressions on their faces, which satisfied Hermione.

However, there are only a few like them. For example, at this time, the stadium was filled with angry roars, and people were unwilling to leave the Veela.

Ron was tearing off the shamrock from his hat in a daze, and just one show made him change his mind and prepare to support the Bulgarian team.

Mr. Weasley leaned forward with a smile and took the hat from Ron's hand.

"You'll need it later, after the Irish show," said Mr. Weasley.

"Huh?" Ron snorted, gaping at the Veela who were already lined up on one side of the arena.

Harry had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but fortunately, before he could speak, Clark took the initiative to answer his doubts.

"That's a Veela, a kind of fairy and nature fairy in myths and legends. Of course, to wizards, they are magical creatures.

And the magical ability they possess is also very simple, it is a powerful charm, especially for young men, whether they are Muggles or wizards, they can easily fall under their pomegranate skirts. "

Clark said and glanced at Ron again, which made his ears turn red. Hermione made a loud smacking sound and shook her head, "Man!"

"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice rang out like a bell again, "please raise your wand in the air... and welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

Then, there was a whooshing sound, and a huge, green and gold thing flew into the stadium, like a big comet.

It flew around the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward a set of goal posts.

An arched rainbow suddenly appeared across the entire arena, connecting the two big shining balls.

The crowd erupted in exclamations of "ouch, ouch", as if they were watching a gorgeous fireworks display, and even Clark clapped.

At this time, the rainbow in the sky disappeared, and the big shining balls connected and blended with each other to form a huge, shining clover, which rose high into the air and began to hover above the stands.

Then, something crackled down from above, like golden raindrops——

"marvelous!"

Ron shouted excitedly, clovers hovered above their heads, and kept scattering large amounts of gold coins, falling on their heads and seats.

At this time, if you observe the clover carefully, you will find that it is actually composed of countless little people wearing red vests and mustaches, each holding a small golden or green light. lamp.

Harry squinted his eyes and took a closer look at the clover and discovered that it was actually made of

"It's an Irish leprechaun!"

Mr. Weasley said amidst the cheers, people were cheering while still scrambling for gold coins or getting under the seats to pick up gold coins.

"The Indestructible King of the Great Village"

"Here you go," Ron shouted happily, thrusting a handful of gold coins into Harry's hand, "and your panoramic telescope! Now you have to buy me a Christmas present, haha!"

Clark watched from the side and couldn't help laughing, "Ron, you can't do this. These are the magical gold coins of the Irish Leprechaun. In just a few hours, these things will disappear without a trace." trace."

"What!" Ron suddenly felt disappointed. Only then did he realize that there were not many people like him in the small box picking up gold coins. Obviously many people here knew this.

"It's okay," kind-hearted Harry comforted him, "I will still buy you a gift for Christmas."

While they were talking, the huge clover in the sky dissipated, and the leprechauns slowly fell to the opposite side of the Veela, sitting down with their legs crossed, ready to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce to you - Dimitrov!"

Red figures riding on broomsticks flew into the stadium from an entrance below, like a shadow on a lake, causing the Bulgarian team supporters to cheer wildly in their seats.

Especially when the Bulgarian team's Seeker Krum was introduced, those people stood up, held up his photo, and cheered heartily.

"It's him, it's him!" shouted Ron, following Krum with his panoramic telescope.

In fact, there is no need, because the photos held high by the fans were gathered together and turned into a huge picture that occupied half of the stadium.

Viktor Krum in the picture is dark and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a big aquiline nose, and two thick black eyebrows. He looks like a huge eagle. It's hard to believe that he is only eighteen years old.

Compared with the popularity that the Bulgarian team received, the Irish national Quidditch team that played later was no less popular.

The green figure of Qimu Lake flew into the arena riding a firebolt. Wherever it passed, a green ocean was rolling and screaming.

After both players had entered the field, a short, lean referee kicked open the wooden box, four balls suddenly jumped into the air, and the game officially began.

"Ah, he-he-he-they set off!" Bagman screamed, "This is Malaite! Troyin! Moran! Dimitrov! Passed to Malaite! Troyin again! Yin! Levski! Moran!"

This was a Quidditch game with extremely fierce competition and high-end skills and tactics. Even Clark, who had never been very interested in Quidditch, had to admit that this game showed the powerful charm of sports. .

Compared with them, the Quidditch games he watched at Hogwarts were indeed children's play-house stuff.

Throughout the game, the speed of these Quidditch players was simply unbelievable. This included not only the flying speed of those players, but also their reaction speed and their ability to choose different tactics for different situations. Speed ​​of thinking.

Many times, Harry, who was sitting next to Clark, even had to twist the slow knob on the right side of the telescope and press the game analysis button on the top to really see the game clearly.

The confrontation between the two teams was also very intense. It can be seen that the players of the Irish team are more skilled and coordinated, as if they can see through each other's thoughts.

They often work in groups of three or three, interspersed with each other in several small formations, use formations flexibly, and use local attacks of more and less to offset the more powerful individual qualities of the Bulgarian players.

This is very consistent with the view that in team sports, cooperation is often more useful than individual heroism.

Therefore, the first goal of this game was the work of the Irish team.

They relied on a series of precise and decisive passes to get past their opponents' blocks and finally put the ball into the frame.

"Troyin scores a goal!" Bagman roared with a loud voice, and the whole audience burst into cheers, making the stadium tremble. "10:0, the Irish team leads!"

The leprechauns watching the game on the sideline happily rose into the air and formed the huge sparkling clover again. The Veela on the other side of the field looked at them with a gloomy face, looking particularly angry.

And this first goal was just the beginning. In the following time, the game became more intense and cruel.

The two Bulgarian batsmen were indeed from the freezing northern Europe, and their arms were thicker than Harry's thighs.

When they exerted all their strength and swung the solid wood bats in their hands, the Quaffles were like cannonballs, squeezing out the air and flying toward the Irish chasers with a roar of thunder.

Faced with such a dangerous attack, the Irish players were forced to disperse, which gave the Bulgarian team the opportunity to score their first goal.

Of course, these are just trivial matters. For the Bulgarian team, their strong individual strength is mainly displayed in the seeker.

"Oh, my God!" said Bagman in a loud, booming voice.

One hundred thousand wizards held their breath and watched the seekers of the two teams - Krum and Linzi - falling quickly in front of everyone.

It was so fast, it was like they jumped out of a plane without a parachute.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Ginny next to Harry screamed.

She was only half right - at the last second, Viktor Krum stopped his dive, lifted up again, and circled away.

As for the Irish team's seeker Linzi, he was not so lucky. He did not adjust the broom in time, so that he fell heavily to the ground. The bang could be heard in the entire stadium, causing the Irish audience to burst into tears. There was a lament.

"Fool!" complained Mr. Weasley, "Krum is pretending!"

"The game is suspended," Mr. Bagman yelled, "and a highly trained on-field doctor rushes onto the field to examine Aidan Linzi's injury."

Fortunately, as Mr. Weislai said, Aidan Linzi's injury was not serious. After drinking some drinks handed to him by the on-field doctor, Linzi stood up again.

His recovery appears to have given Ireland a newfound confidence.

When the referee blew the whistle again, the Irish team's chasers quickly organized an attack. Their superb skills were an eye-opener for Clark.

In this way, after another tense and intense fifteen minutes, the Irish team scored ten goals in succession. They were now leading 130:10, and the game started to become unscrupulous.

The Bulgarian team members frequently collided with the Irish team members due to their size and superior physical fitness.

Not only did it disrupt their offensive rhythm, they even tried to injure the Irish team members.

This unethical behavior certainly provoked roars from the Irish supporters and frequent whistles from the referee.

But for Clark, he had long expected the game to reach this point.

After all, this has nothing to do with the quality of the participating players, but the rules of the Quidditch game itself are flawed.

After all, a Golden Snitch is worth 150 points, and there is no time limit or point limit. You have to wait until you catch the Golden Snitch to end the game.

In this case, the Bulgarian team chose to rely on their strong physique to interfere with their opponents and pin all their hopes on the seeker Viktor Krum. This became a very wise but rather rogue style of play. .