Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Two penalties for Ireland!"

Bagman's huge voice echoed throughout the stadium, causing the Bulgarian fans to yell.

As for the reason for the penalty kick, it was simply that the members of the Bulgarian team were dissatisfied with the referee's decision and jumped off their brooms to argue around the referee.

However, two consecutive free throws seemed unable to stop the Bulgarian team's determination to continue to implement rogue tactics, especially their two batters Volkov and Volkanov.

They didn't care whether the stick in their hands hit a ball or a person, they just swung it wildly with all their strength.

Some chasers also ran rampant in the air. Moran of the Irish team was almost knocked off his broom by Dimitrov of the Bulgarian team.

"Foul!" shouted the Irish supporters, who all stood up and formed a huge green wave.

"Foul!" Ludo Bagman's magically amplified voice also repeated the two words, "Dimirov hit Moran - deliberately flew over and collided - he will definitely be awarded a free throw - no Wrong, the referee blew the whistle!”

The leprechauns of the Irish team all rose into the air again, this time forming a giant hand and making a very rude gesture towards the Veela across the field.

When the Veela saw that this was okay, she immediately lost control.

Instead of dancing, they flew across the arena and began throwing handfuls of flaming objects at the leprechauns.

With Clark's eyesight, he could clearly see that they were not beautiful at all at this moment.

Instead, their faces elongated and turned into pointed bird heads with sharp beaks, and a pair of long, scale-covered wings emerged from their shoulders -

The ugly look startled Harry and Ron who were holding telescopes.

"Understand, kids," Mr. Weasley's gentle voice spoke above the roar of the crowd below, "so you can never just pursue appearances!"

At this time, the arena was completely in chaos. Wizard officials from the Ministry rushed into the arena one after another, trying to separate the Veela and the leprechaun, but with little success.

The intensity of the competition above their heads was no less intense than the fierce battle below.

The arena was filled with the screams of the Veela, the crackle of the ministry officials' wands, the angry roars of the Bulgarians, and the cheers of the Irish supporters.

Clark covered his forehead speechlessly. Sure enough, any team competition that takes place in the UK may eventually get out of control and develop into a gangster fight.

However, this conflict did not last long, just when everyone was laughing and watching the fun because the referee's broom was ignited by the flames thrown by the Veela.

The seekers of both sides once again staged the scene of rapid decline just now. Although this move was initiated by the Irish seeker, the final result was that the Bulgarian team's Krum raised his arms.

He caught the Golden Snitch! Krum got it!

The game is over like this!

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

Unfortunately, this was a team game. The scoreboard flashed in the distance, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170. Even if Krum caught the Golden Snitch, they still lost the game.

At this time, the audience at the scene seemed not to realize what was going on.

Then, slowly, like a jumbo jet accelerating, the chatter from Ireland's supporters grew louder and louder, ending in countless shouts of joy.

"The Irish team won!" shouted Bagman, who liked the Irish team, and seemed a little dazed by the sudden end of the game. "Krum caught the Golden Snitch - but the Irish team won - God, I think No one expected it to end like this!"

Harry, Ron and others also cheered heartily, and at the same time felt sorry for Krum.

How silly to think he ended the game when Ireland were one hundred and sixty points ahead!

But that’s a story for another day.

"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!" Bagman said in a bell-like voice.

A dazzling light was projected, and the top box was magically illuminated, allowing all spectators in the stands to see what was going on inside the box.

Clark squinted at the entrance and saw two panting wizards carrying a large gold cup into the box and handing it to Cornelius Fudge.

"Let us applaud warmly and welcome the defeated Bulgarian players to the stage!" Bagman shouted.

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

Both the fans of the Bulgarian national team and the fans of the Irish national team clapped and cheered to show their appreciation.

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

As for the fans of the Irish national team - even if the team they support wins, no one would mind giving the loser a little dignity.

After the Bulgarian team, the next ones to take the stage were the members of the Irish team.

Their Seeker, Aidan Linzey, was being held up by Moran and Connolly, and his second fall seemed to knock him unconscious, but when Troyin and Quigley raised the trophy, the crowd erupted in thunder. Lin Qi also grinned as he clapped and cheered.

After the awards were handed out, 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."

"This game will be talked about for several years," he said hoarsely, "What an unexpected turn... It's a pity that the game didn't go on longer... Ah, by the way... By the way, I should How much is it for you...?"

Fred and George had rolled over the backs of their chairs and were standing in front of Ludo Bagman.

They smiled happily and held out their open palms.

Ludo Bagman was extraordinarily generous. He reached out and took out a bag and put it in the hands of the two brothers.

"Hahaha, you are so lucky. Come on, the money is all here. Just click on it."

The twin brothers Weslai took the money bag and couldn't hide the smiles on their faces when they heard the sound of gold coins clinking inside.

At this time, Bagman called to Clark, "Come on, Clark, this is yours."

He once again took out a bag of gold coins from his arms, but Clark refused.

"Mr. Bagman, I'm still a child, and it's inconvenient to have so much money on me. I think it's better to do this. How about I notify our housekeeper to pick it up later?"

Bagman was stunned for a moment and said quickly, "Don't bother yourself, it doesn't cost much."

"The bet is fifty gold galleons, and the odds are seven, which means you have to give me three hundred and fifty gold galleons. Why isn't this a small amount?"

Clark stared at Bagman's face with a smile, until beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Well, let me save it for you first." Bagman said with twinkling eyes.

The interaction between the two of them also attracted the attention of the Weslai twin brothers.

These two guys were very clever. Although they didn't know what was wrong, they still weighed the money bags in their hands and prepared to open them and take a good look.

"Wait!" Clark looked at Bagman, who was twisting uneasily there, and reached out to hold them down, stopping their actions. "Let's go back and see. I think Director Bagman won't deceive you yet." ,Right?"

Bagman wiped his sweat and nodded repeatedly. The matter seemed to have passed just like that.

However, what he didn't know was that when Clark and others walked out of the box and went down the steps to the ground, George and Fred couldn't wait to pull Clark to a remote place.

"Clark, what exactly is going on? Is there something wrong with these gold coins?"

"You two don't look stupid like Ron and don't even know what the leprechaun's gold coins are, do you?" Clark asked with a smile.

The two brothers looked very ugly. They opened their money bags, took out two gold coins, pointed their wands at Jiligulu and recited a spell.

As a result, the two gold coins immediately dissipated in the air like bubbles in front of them.

"That guy actually cheated us with counterfeit money!"

The twin brothers were immediately furious. You must know that each gold galleon has been enchanted by the goblin, and has special effects that cannot be damaged or transformed.

The gold coins in front of them disappeared as soon as they cast a spell. They were obviously fake coins, and they were also the "gold coins of the leprechaun" as Clark said.

The two of them were immediately ready to go back to find Bagman to argue, but then Clark stopped them.

"Didn't you say you are going to open a store and do business? Then I will teach you this first lesson."

Clark looked at them and smiled.

"If you do business and only focus on these tens or hundreds of gold galleons, then your business will never be big."

When the two brothers heard this, they were very surprised at first. If it doesn't make money, why do they still do business?

However, they are also very smart. After thinking about it combined with Clark's actions when facing Bagman just now, it seems that he understands again.

"You mean, we can use this matter to blackmail him into helping our business?" George asked excitedly.

Fred was still a little confused, "But as the director of the Sports Department, how can he help our joke prop shop?"

When Clark heard this, he frowned and criticized them.

"What's a 'blackmail'? In the future, we need to be careful that trouble comes from our mouths. We are obviously preparing for business cooperation with Director Bagman.

As for what we can collaborate with? Didn’t you see the Quidditch World Cup today? Why do you think the British Ministry of Magic is willing to host such a large-scale sports event? If it really loses money, who is willing to take over? "

"But we can't get involved in the Quidditch World Cup business." Fred still didn't understand.

George responded, "You mean... the magic card competition?"

Clark nodded, and the two brothers looked at each other, both seeing admiration in each other's eyes.

He is indeed a young genius who can save the Prewett family from decline. In the same matter, they are still entangled in being deceived, and the other party has already used this to consider how to maximize their profits.

"Then we should go find him now. What if he doesn't admit it after a long time?"

Fred wanted to go back to Bagman, but Clark stopped him again.

“For blacksmithing, you need to be strong yourself. With your current conditions, it is impossible for Bagman to sit down and have a good talk with you on this kind of thing.

So I advise you to wait and open a joke shop first. It’s not too late to go find him after you have a certain amount of capital. "

"As for whether he will deny his account?"

Clark smiled jokingly and took out a few cards from his pocket. They had Bagman's signature on them.

"I think maybe our Secretary-General himself knows that his behavior is immoral, so he didn't even ask for your receipt back."

As soon as he said this, the twin brothers immediately laughed.

Sure enough, you can always trust Clark!

Now that Clark already has a good plan, the Weasley brothers naturally no longer worry about it.

They walked back with the large army, and soon, the crowds who left the stadium and returned to the camp surrounded them like a tide.

Colorful lights shone on their faces, and rough singing came from the night sky. The little leprechauns kept flying back and forth above their heads, waving the lanterns in their hands, and laughing.

Everything is so happy and beautiful.

Finally, they returned to their tent, but under the influence of excitement, no one wanted to sleep.

Considering that the surroundings were indeed too noisy, Mr. Weiss agreed that everyone should drink a glass of cocoa milk before entering the tent.

So in the following time, everyone started arguing about the game just now.

On the issue of collision fouls, Mr. Wesley and Percy had a heated argument, while Charlie and Sirius debated whether there was anything wrong with the Bulgarian team's tactics.

As for Ron, he didn't care about this, because just now, all the gold coins scattered by the Irish leprechauns that he picked up on the field had disappeared in his hands.

Ron was extremely angry about this kind of thing, but he had no choice but to sit there in frustration.

They drank and chatted like this. Finally, when Ginny fell asleep at the small table and spilled a cup of hot chocolate on the floor, Mr. Weasley ordered everyone to stop arguing about the game and go back to the tent. go to sleep.

Siluke

Hermione and Ginny crawled into the suitcase-turned-cabin and chose one room, while Clark and Neville were in the other.

Harry and Wes's visiting boys changed into their pajamas and crawled to their bunks.

At this time, they could still hear singing and strange crashing sounds from the other side of the camp, echoing in the night sky.

"Oh, it's a good thing I'm not on duty," Mr. Weasley muttered sleepily. "There's no need for me to tell the Irish to stop celebrating their victory, otherwise it would be unimaginable."

In this way, they lay on the soft bed and fell into a deep sleep, until - Clark heard Mr. Weiss's shout outside the house.

"Get up! Ginny - Clark - Neville - come on, get up, there's an emergency!"