Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

After the players passed, Ludo Bagman introduced the referee of this game, the president of the International Quidditch Federation...a short, lean wizard.

Amid bursts of cheers, he strode toward the arena with a large wooden box under his arm.

Everyone fell silent and held their breath.

The referee stepped on his broomstick and kicked the wooden box away... and then the whistle sounded.

"Ah... they're off!" Bagman screamed. Now it's Mallett who has the ball! Troy! Moran! Passed to Mallett again! Moran! "

In the top box, Harry no longer remembered the embarrassing behavior just now. He pressed the panoramic telescope tightly on his glasses... because only in this way could he see the game clearly.

Kyle was also staring intently at the field. The speed of those professional players was unbelievable. The chasers kept passing the Quaffle to other players as if it might explode at any time.

The three Irish chasers were close together and rushed towards the Bulgarian goal post at the same time. The Quaffle kept jumping between them, even Bagman, who was in charge of the commentary, was dazzled.

In the end, he simply gave up naming names and shouted directly: "The Irish team used the standard eagle-head offensive formation... It is their specialty... The Bulgarian team has no idea who to intercept... Oh! Boskov's tactics... … Moran drew away Bulgaria’s batsman Ivanova … and she threw the Quaffle to Troy …”

"Troy scores a goal!" Bagman roared with a loud voice, and the whole audience cheered and the stadium was shaking.

"10:0, the Irish team leads!"

"It's really amazing. The school competition is nothing compared to this..." Hermione waved the flag in her hand and couldn't help but said, "But why do I feel like their Bludger seems to be getting faster..."

She frowned and recalled carefully.

When watching the school game before, she could clearly see the trajectory of the Bludger, but now there were only two blurry shadows.

"This is a game-specific ball." Cedric explained: "The Firebolt is too fast. If we continue to use the previous ball, the game may be over in five minutes.

So in response to this situation, the International Quidditch Federation made adjustments to the Bludgers and Snitches a few months ago to increase their speed. "

"So that's it." Hermione nodded and continued to look at the arena.

As analyzed before the game, the Irish team, with three superb chasers, quickly took advantage at the beginning of the game. Within ten minutes, they scored two more goals, rewriting the score to 30:0.

Mr. Weasley couldn't help but cheer, but for Harry, Ron and Charlie who supported Bulgaria, their laughter was a bit forced.

Fortunately, a few minutes later, two of Bulgaria's batters used bludgers to force them to spread out and prevent them from using some of their best offensive moves. Ivano also took the opportunity to break through their lineup, evade the goalkeeper, and scored for Bulgaria. Scored the first goal.

"Plug your ears, the Veela is going to start dancing again," said Mr. Weasley.

This time he didn't need to remind him. The moment the Veela jumped up, Harry immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes, so as not to make a fool of himself again.

However, the supporters of the Bulgarian team were not happy for long... In the next game, the scores became one-sided.

The Irish team scored five goals in a row and stunned Bulgaria.

But on the other side, Croom also used Wronski's fake move to successfully deceive the Irish team's seeker Linzi. He fell heavily to the ground due to excessive force.

A muffled thud could be heard throughout the stadium, and there were groans and roars from the Irish crowd in the seats.

Trained therapists rushed into the field to examine Linzi's injury, while Klum circled a hundred feet above his head, his black eyes scanning the entire court.

He was taking advantage of Lin Qi's recovery time to search for the Golden Snitch without any interference.

"It's so exciting..." The various fake moves and classic tactics made Fred's blood boil with excitement. He couldn't help but say, "I hope the game can last longer."

"It'd be better to last five full days like last time," George said.

"Oh...I don't want..." Percy raised his voice, as if he wanted someone to hear, "If I leave for five days at a time, my file basket will be full of files. Thinking of this, It really gives me chills.”

"Yeah, maybe someone stuffed dragon dung into an envelope and mailed it to you." Fred said.

"That's a fertilizer sample sent from Norway!" Percy's face turned red. "It's not for private individuals!"

"Yeah..." Fred smiled and whispered to Kyle, "That's what we sent to him."

His voice was very quiet, and because it was masked by the noise in the stands, no one except Kyle heard it.

Finally, Lin Qi stood up. Amid the cheers of the surrounding supporters, he mounted his Firebolt and jumped into the air again.

The Irish team's chasers reorganized their offensive almost instantly. With their tacit cooperation, the defense on the opposite side was like the field in front of Hogwarts. It was over as soon as it was said...

Twenty minutes later, the Irish team scored five more goals and they now led 130:10.

The Bulgarian team, which had no harvest, began to become anxious, and the game gradually began to develop in another direction.

Bulgaria's Zoglav couldn't help but give Mallet an elbow as she approached the goal post, but the move was too big and was seen by the referee.

Ireland takes a penalty kick.

Next, the two Bulgarian batters turned into ruthless swinging machines, swinging wildly and wildly, regardless of whether they were in front of people or Bludgers.

On one occasion, Moran was almost knocked off the broom by them.

Bulgaria committed another foul.

The leprechauns all rose into the air, seeming to celebrate, but also making a very rude gesture towards the Veela mockingly.

The Veelas, who were already simmering with anger, couldn't bear it any longer, and their hair exploded in an instant.

Instead of dancing, they flew up and threw handfuls of flaming objects at the leprechauns.

They are no longer beautiful at all. Instead, their faces have elongated and turned into pointed bird heads with sharp beaks, and a pair of scale-covered wings are emerging from their shoulders...

"Understood, children, this is what a Veela really looks like." Mr. Weasley's voice drowned out the noise of the crowd below and said with a smile: "So you can never just pursue appearance!"

Harry and Ron nodded in unison.

Only Kyle, his eyes brightened even more, and his hand unconsciously touched the deformed lizard skin bag...his box was inside.

The battle between the two mascots became increasingly fierce. Wizard officials rushed into the arena and tried to separate the Veela and the leprechaun, but with little success.

At this moment, the fierce battle below is no less than the competition going on above. Although the leprechauns cannot throw fireballs, they can throw gold coins.

Even if Mou throws a large pile of gold coins with enough force, it will hit a Veela on the head.

For a moment, there were screams of Veela, popping sounds from the wizard's wand, and cheers from supporters of both teams. The scene could be said to be quite lively.

The audience was so happy, but no one told them before the game that they could watch this... It was worth paying one ticket to watch two performances.

Kyle looked at the game above for a while, and then couldn't help but glance at the Veela and leprechauns who were fighting a roundabout battle with the wizards of the Ministry of Magic. They were very busy.

If he had known better, he should have bought a panoramic telescope before the game.

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