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The poor referee, Mr. Mustafa, was so charmed by the Veela dance that he had a big eye in public.

He took off his pants, revealing his two sparsely haired legs, but they were not exposed. He was also wearing a pair of safety pants... No, they were large floral shorts, which looked trendy. If he wore a pair If you put on sunglasses and a towel, you look like a middle-aged man sunbathing on the beach.

He was doing a strange dance and stroking his beard with his hands, looking extremely funny.

"Oh, my God, this won't work, but I must admit that Mr. Mustafa is not only professional in refereeing, he is even more proficient in dancing." Ludo Bagman showed no mercy In the box, he gloated and announced to the audience, "So, is there a miracle doctor who can stand up, go to him and round his arms to treat him?"

Look, he is worthy of being a commentator at the Quidditch World Cup. This routine is very chatty.

That’s professionalism (akimbo).

A doctor at the venue professionally took out the earplugs from his pocket. His movements were extremely graceful and calm. He slowly walked up to Mr. Mustafa and slapped him with a rounded hand.

Louis felt that it should be dubbed with a voice to make it more interesting - damn beast! What did you hit?

Mustafa was a little shaken by the slap. He shook his head with a grunt, took the earplugs handed over by the doctor and blocked his ears. He pointed at the Veela and yelled angrily, and the Veela also stopped dancing. , all of them looked at Mustafa with their eyes wide open and their lips pouted, their expressions looking dissatisfied and dissatisfied.

"Oh my god... could I have seen it wrong? Mustafa actually wants to send Bulgaria's mascot to the stands?" Mr. Bagman said in disbelief, "Well, I haven't seen this situation before. I have experienced it, but it seems that there is no record in history. Let me look through the history books... Forget it, the great poet Beedle once said that when you send the mascot to the stands, it means that the game will become uncivilized. Get up...The situation on the field indeed proves this statement, let us applaud him for his foresight!"

There was a brutal collision between the Bulgarian players and the Irish players on the field, but neither of them seemed to be seriously injured. They shook their heads and looked at each other angrily before continuing to fight.

On the other side of the field, the Veela reluctantly entered the stands one after another. The leader of the Veela stood in front of the audience, stretched out his arms, and made a domineering gesture towards the field.

Ms. Rita Skeeter's attendant had a keen sense of smell and recorded this historic moment.

The Bulgarian fans applauded the Veela girls - after all, they have given too much to the national team. Besides, everyone is sympathetic. Except for some female spectators, no one can bear the mistreatment of the Veela. .

"I don't think there's anything outstanding about the national Quidditch team. It's okay for me to join." Ron said with a smile: "Look at those rotten cloves of garlic in Bulgaria... Oh my God, my grandma is better at guarding than The goalie is outstanding."

"Are you coming?" Percy muttered.

"One hundred and fifty to ten, I can do it too." Ron replied without looking back, and at the end, he added: "Weatherby."

This word seems to be unbearable today.

This game has completely become a martial arts game, and the batsmen on both sides have shown no mercy. If I have to describe it in one word, it would be Siquigley, East Volkov, comparable to later generations of South Pepe and North De Jong. Everyone is a monk.

Speaking of De Jong, the current Bulgarian trio are frantically chasing, intercepting and beating the Irish team. Volkov's shots are not very accurate. The bludger is coming and going, and no one can be hit. Draganov became anxious. He swung his stick like a knight on a war horse waving his saber, and pointed it at the head of Irish chaser Moran.

This was good news, as Moran was beaten to a bloody head. She let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, her long hair draped randomly around her face, and her look looked extremely terrifying.

The Irish fans on the field were furious and booed the Bulgarian players in waves. They all stood up and formed a huge green wave.

"Foul, oops... it's so barbaric, how could it be like this? The stick in your hand is for hitting balls, not for hitting people..." Mr. Bagman made a loud smacking sound, "Ouch, Della Ganov...he's using Moran's head as a bludger now."

The leprechauns were also anxious. As Ireland's mascots, of course they couldn't watch the home team's players being beaten. They decided to do something. This time they got together and started throwing something wildly at the Veela - but they couldn't see clearly and couldn't tell what it was, maybe it was snow (sad).

The Veelas also lost control. Their faces grew long, and gradually turned into bird heads with sharp beaks; behind them, a pair of long, scale-covered wings emerged from their shoulders and heads. They looked quite special. disgusting.

After the wings came out, the leading Veela shouted and took the lead to rush towards the leprechauns. Immediately, the two parties were fighting together. The players in the sky were fighting, and the mascots on the ground were also fighting. There is a bit of black humor.

"Understood, children." Mr. Weasley did not forget to preach at the right time: "You can't just look at the appearance, the inner beauty is the real..."

"Is this why Molly chose you?" Sirius said this nonsense, and Aunt Molly couldn't help but chuckle.

In fact, Aunt Molly was not ugly when she was young. Louis once saw her photos. When she was in school, Aunt Molly was not exactly the same as Yui Hirasawa in Qingyin Girls. It can only be said that they are both the same.

Mr. Weasley glared at Sirius and retorted: "Hey, Sirius, at least I'm not single now."

This time it was Sirius's turn to be depressed. He wanted to say something but couldn't find the words to refute, until Emma hit him on the head with a folding fan.

"Concentrate on climbing the rope! Severus has been waiting for you for a long time!"

In the stadium, officials from the Ministry of Magic rushed into the arena one after another, trying to separate the Veela and the leprechauns, but with little success. Louis noticed that Dumbledore was watching the fight between the two parties with interest, eating nuts in his mouth. It's faster.

Who says Old Bee isn't a fun-loving person?

Ireland was still scoring goals. After a while, the Irish team took advantage of the opportunity to score another goal. Since the offense was advantageous and no substantial damage was sustained, Mr. Mustafa, as the referee, did not blow the whistle. .

The fun was just beginning. The Irish batter found an excellent opportunity and hit a Bludger at Viktor Krum with all his strength. With a dull sound, Krum's face came into close contact with the Bludger, and two pieces came out of his nose. Blood flowed down the nose and onto the top of the Veela's head below.

The Veela who was covered in blood touched her head and when she saw it was blood, she rolled her eyes and fainted. Seeing the blood "outflowing" from their companions' heads, the Veela became even more crazy, their claws became sharper, and they began to deal damage without distinguishing between friend and foe. Even the officials of the Ministry of Magic who tried to stop the fight were scratched with potato shreds on their faces.

But the scene was so chaotic that no one noticed that Krum had been injured. Ron shouted anxiously: "Timeout! Hurry up and call timeout, Mr. Bagman! Krum can't compete anymore in this state. Oh my god." …”

Obviously, Krum has gained a little fan of Haroun with his performance.

Elizabeth shouted: "Don't care about Krum, look at Lin Qi——"

I saw the Irish Seeker suddenly dive down. This time it was definitely not Wronski's fake move, this time it was real.

"He's seen the Snitch! Look!" Elizabeth shouted again.

At this time, the Irish supporters stood up one after another, and everyone held their breath. Even the Veela and the leprechauns who were fighting on the ground stopped fighting and looked up at the movements of the seekers.

"The angle of their tilt is too great! They are rushing too fast! They are about to fall to the ground!" Hermione screamed. If she were the alarm on the plane, she would definitely issue a "beep, pull up" warning.

"No! Believe Krum!" Ron's heart was in his throat. His hands were white-knuckled and he clutched the railing tightly, wishing he could fly with Krum.

"I think Lin Qi needs to be thrown down, you're a noob." Elizabeth said in unison with Harry without mercy. After the two looked at each other, Harry turned his head arrogantly.

Louis’ sister is so unlovable! Humph, I don’t think so just because she can fly better than me!

Of course, what the two professional seekers said was right. Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground again and knocked a Veela unconscious.

"Where's the Snitch? Where's the Snitch?" Charlie, the older Gryffindor Chaser, shouted loudly.

"He got it! Viktor Krum, he did it! He ended the game! The game is over!" Harry shouted.

Krum's nosebleed was still flowing, but he no longer cared about it. He rose lightly into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

The scores flashed on the scoreboard, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience 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 has won!" Mr. Bagman, a senior fan of the Irish team, shouted feebly, but his voice sounded a little out of breath, as if he was confused by the sudden end of the game, "Krum The Golden Snitch was caught but the Irish team won - my God, I don’t think anyone expected this ending! "

"Why is he going to catch the Golden Snitch at this time?" Ron was raising his hands in the air, jumping up and down and cheering, but he asked loudly with some confusion, "He is one hundred and sixty points ahead of the Irish team. It was so unwise to end the game at the right time!”

"He knows it's over! Can he win? Can he chase another ten points under Ireland's strict defense? Tell me, can he catch up? Can't he?" Harry spread his hands and said loudly, "It's very blue!" "

The game on the field was over, and the battle off the field was also over. The little leprechauns flew into the sky one after another, sometimes arranging into an S shape, and sometimes into a B shape. They looked very awkward. Under the instructions of the Irish captain, they started their big money throwing behavior again.

The Veelas all lowered their heads, as dejected as Zin Yin who had lost the battle.

The doctors gathered around Krum and wanted to bandage his wounds, but Klum refused. He had a gloomy face, with blood and scars on his face, and looked at the Golden Snitch in his hand with evil eyes. His teammates crowded around him, looking crestfallen.

In sharp contrast not far away from them, the Irish players danced excitedly and even danced arm-in-arm on the field.

"I said, they are all great boys." Louis heard a heavy voice say from the side.

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

"You speak English!" Fudge was anxious. He stepped forward and said angrily: "But you let me spend all day gesticulating here!"

"Hey, but this is fun." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic shrugged his shoulders and winked at Dumbledore on the side.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand to scratch his fingers vaguely, with an old naughty smile on his face.

Fudge was really angry, but the good rest as a politician allowed him to resist the desire to have an attack. He took a deep look at the Bulgarian minister and walked away.

The Bulgarian minister hesitated and showed an incomprehensible smile.

It was time to award awards. Whether it was the Irish fans, the Irish players, or the Irish mascots, they were all very excited. If the stadium had a roof, Louis had no doubt that they could raise the roof. stand up.

The sister Elizabeth and the trio in front of them were all very excited, especially the twins. The two of them had truly won thousands of galleons.

"Don't let your mother know about your gambling." Mr. Weasley looked at Aunt Molly, who was chatting with Emma, ​​and warned the twins in a low voice: "Don't tell your mother..."

"Don't worry, Dad." Fred said happily, "We have many grand plans, just watch them carefully!"

Mr. Weasley hesitated, as if he wanted to ask what their grand plan was, but resisted the urge.

He knew that Gemini would definitely tease him and then say not to tell him. As the father of these two living treasures, he really understands these two skinny monkeys.