Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

The Bulgarian team has a good mascot, and the Veela of Yi Shui is quite eye-catching.

If the voices of all the men among these 100,000 wizards could be realized, the game would probably be postponed for a long time because they are reluctant to leave the Veela.

Compared to Bulgaria’s mascot, Ireland’s mascot is not so lovable.

The leprechaun is far inferior to the Veela in terms of appearance and charm.

But obviously they also knew their shortcomings, so they scattered a lot of gold coins to try to induce them.

Although these enchanted fake gold galleons couldn't fool adult wizards, they were quite pleasing and attracted many young wizards to grab them.

When the mascots of the two teams appeared one after another, it was the turn of the players of the two teams.

When they appeared on the stage, there were waves of shouts and shouts. Most people were very excited. Even Abramovich couldn't help but applaud.

Only Voldemort sat there dragging his cheeks, his eyes full of boredom.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was there. This old guy kept yelling like a child, which made Voldemort look more at him.

The competition started soon after, and many wizards took out their panoramic telescopes to watch.

Voldemort also took one for fun, just to experience the slow-motion operation on it - he had considered adding this magic to the monocle, but he hadn't fully thought about it yet.

"Eagle-headed attacking formation, great job from Ireland."

There were cheers not far away, and Voldemort turned around to see an excited Draco.

He didn't know much about Quidditch, so he naturally didn't understand what Draco meant, but he could get a rough idea based on literal interpretation.

It should be something similar to the Wild Goose Formation, but with a different name.

While thinking, Bagman's voice sounded again: "Troy scores a goal! 10:0, the Irish team leads!"

"Lucius, are you interested in taking a gamble?" Abu shouted excitedly to his son next to him, "I think Ireland will win, the final victory."

Voldemort laughed when he heard this. Of course England would support Ireland. He didn't think Lucius would have a different choice.

Sure enough, Lucius quickly refused because he also favored Ireland.

"What do you think?" Abu asked Voldemort hopefully.

"Is there any bet?" Voldemort asked.

"How about a solitary magic book?" Abu's eyes flashed with a cunning light.

This guy still doesn't want to donate more books to the Riddle Library.

"Okay, I'll bet on Ireland." Voldemort said without hesitation.

Abu, who had just smiled when he heard "yes", suddenly froze in place.

"Well, I'm also betting on Ireland." Abu said with a grimace.

"You choose the bet and I choose the team. It's fair. Senior Abu, you won't cheat, will you?" Voldemort looked at Abu playfully and asked.

Little Crouch, who was wearing a mask and witnessed the whole process, burst out laughing. This guy felt that the bet between the two was more exciting than the football game.

"Uh...okay, okay."

Abu reluctantly agreed, and then began to secretly cheer for Bulgaria in his heart.

But what's the use? Voldemort already knows the answer.

Ten minutes later, Ireland scored two more goals, rewriting the score to 30:0.

Abu's face became more and more ugly, maybe his intestines turned green with regret.

As time went by, the competition became more intense and cruel.

Bulgaria, which was lagging behind, began to hit the Bludger vigorously. Looking at their posture, they wanted the Bludger to directly hit the opponent's Chaser.

With their unremitting efforts, the Bulgarian team finally scored its first goal.

"Close your eyes, Draco, close your eyes." Lucius shouted to Draco as the crowd cheered.

Draco, who was still depressed, obviously didn't notice, so he was soon seduced by the dancing Veela.

Voldemort looked at Draco curiously, wishing he could use Legilimency to see whose face the child's fantasy belonged to.

While he was studying Draco, the famous Bulgarian chaser Krum used a fake move, which made the Irish chaser Lin Qi fall heavily to the ground.

"madness."

Voldemort spat out two words and commented on Lin Qi, who was weak in strength and mental attributes.

If he were competing - of course that was impossible - he would hit or pull the opponent at the moment he was about to hit the ground, at least he wouldn't have to bear all the pain alone.

That might result in a foul, but certainly not an ejection.

Moreover, it can also let the other party know that he is not easy to mess with.

In sports competitions, especially those with a strong team character and a large enough venue, proper display of strength is an indispensable means.

There are many such dirty coins on the football field. They are the devils of their enemies and the angels of their own people.

Lin Qi was not injured. He quickly returned to the field and the game continued.

After the recent episode, Ireland became even more vicious.

Their Chaser isn't great, but their other positions are pretty good.

Soon, they were leading 130:10, and from this point on, the game became unscrupulous.

Watching these people colliding crazily in rapid flight, Voldemort began to feel something interesting.

The audience began to curse and curse in various ways because of their different positions.

Just like a football match, before the final victory comes, everyone is a devil in the eyes of the other party.

The stadium with 100,000 people was boiling like an oven, which made the players on the field become more and more irrational.

The person who is least willing to face this situation is probably the referee who is also flying on the field but does not belong to any team.

He was probably being driven crazy.

And soon everyone saw that he seemed to be really crazy.

This guy named Hassan Musta actually landed on the ground, ran to the Veela, danced in front of her, flexed his muscles, and even stroked his beard excitedly.

This caused a lot of laughter at the scene, and the farce ended only when the doctor on the scene ran up and kicked him.

Not long after this incident, Lin Qi discovered the Golden Snitch, and he rushed forward quickly, but Klum of Bulgaria was obviously more capable.

He surpassed Lin Qi with his superb skills, and under the opponent's interference, he picked up the Golden Snitch at the cost of a nosebleed.

At this point, the game is officially over.

"Who would have thought that Krum won, but Bulgaria lost, haha." Abu said gloatingly.

At the same time, the Irish national anthem sounded from all directions, and the leprechauns excitedly began to scatter gold coins again.

"Now, the members of the Irish team, accompanied by their mascots, circle the field, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the VIP seats!" Bagman said in a bell-like voice.

A bright light suddenly appeared in the VIP seats, causing all the audience to look here.

At this moment, Voldemort slowly stood up, took off the extremely childish toy on his face and threw it aside.

"It's time for me to show up."

He murmured and tapped his foot slightly.