Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

The atmosphere of the game had reached a feverish stage. The two batsmen of the Bulgarian team frantically waved their sticks, regardless of whether it was a person or a ball beside them.

Until a Bulgarian player deliberately rushed towards the formation of the Irish team and knocked Moran of the Irish team into a dizzy posture with a very obvious foul posture. The Irish fans in the field shouted fouls, and the referee awarded Ireland one free throw.

The group of little leprechauns all rose into the air, and the golden light formed a huge hand, and raised their middle fingers towards the group of veela on the opposite side...

The veela went crazy and lost control in an instant. They didn't dance anymore this time, they just flew up across the field and started throwing handfuls of flaming objects at the leprechauns.

At this time, they turned into a pair of pointed bird heads, and a pair of scaly wings were emerging from their shoulders--

"Understood, children." Mr. Weasley still remembers his words and deeds: "So you can never just pursue appearance."

"Usually, Veela will only show her beautiful side in front of the person she likes." Iger muttered softly, while Hermione rolled her eyes fiercely.

Mr. Weasley: "..."

Bars are so annoying...

Wizard officials and Aurors poured into the arena, trying to separate the leprechauns and veela who were fighting in the arena, but it didn't seem to be of much use. The demons tore very fiercely.

After a few minutes, the people in the box could not even hear the commentary clearly. The arena was filled with angry screams of Veevas, roars of Bulgarians, and deafening complaints from the audience.

"Please, Mr. Morrisers, help me." Fudge rushed in from outside the box, looking at Iger anxiously.

The corner of Iger's mouth twitched, the old man's head turned really fast...

That's right, at present, the only person who has the ability to directly control the two parties in the arena seems to be himself...

Taking a deep breath, Iger pressed on the railing in front of the box and roared downward: "Silence!!!"

The voice was as breathtaking as Hong Zhong Dalu, and the audience in the venue felt as if a lion was roaring in their ears with a loudspeaker.

Head buzzing.

Harry rubbed his scalp that was a little numb from the shock, he always felt that Iger's voice could be heard by Muggles hundreds of miles away...

"Separate left and right." Iger put his hands together, and then moved his hands very neatly to the sides. The leprechauns and veela who were a little dazed by Iger's shock were suddenly thrown from left to right by an inexplicable force. out of the field.

There was an uproar in the arena, countless people looked towards Iger's box, and the arena was full of whispering voices.

Iger doesn't feel happy at all, if it's a big event, it's fine, but I want to show my ability in the aspect of fighting, Iger always feels a little low...

Look at other people, they either fuck Voldemort, Dumbledore, or even Slytherin. Why do you just catch these mascots who seem to have a low IQ no matter how you look at them?

"Oh, thank you Mr. Morrises for your help, thank God, the Ministry of Magic owes him a favor." Bagman shouted with a big mouth, and quickly drew the audience's attention back to the game again.

On the field in Bulgaria in the distance, a group of veela seemed to be discussing something, looking at Iger's box from time to time.

"Could they be seeking revenge?" Fred looked puzzledly at a group of Veela girls pointing in his direction.

"Be careful." Mr. Weasley said gravely.

The next second, the group of veela seemed to be talking about something happy, and they screamed loudly again, and then Iger saw a group of beautiful veela blowing kisses to him crazily, what's more Just as he was manipulating the flame towards Ai Gebi's heart, the bewitching flames gathered in the air into a peach heart shape, jumping thumpingly.

There were screams all over the venue, the twins whistled wildly and cheered loudly, Harry and the others laughed, but Hermione's face was a little dark...

Iger laughed, and casually pointed his finger in the direction of the heart-loving Veela. A red arrow biu flew out from Iger's finger and nailed it straight to the red peach heart. Hermione was annoyed He reached out and pinched the soft flesh around Iger's waist.

There was laughter in the arena, and from time to time someone called Iger's name loudly, and for a while, few people paid attention to the game in the arena.

The corners of Iger's mouth curled up, and he sat back on the chair leisurely. Westerners like this tune. The more sloppy you are, the more sloppy they are...

Perhaps because of this little episode, the confrontation in the arena was not as crazy as before. Krum wiped the blood on his face due to the chaos just now, and scanned around, hoping to find traces of the Golden Snitch.

"Look at Lin Qi!" Harry grabbed Iger's shoulder suddenly.

"Who is Lin Qi?" Iger asked loudly.

"He saw the golden snitch." Harry ignored Iger's question and shouted excitedly: "He saw it, look at him!"

"So who is Lin Qi..." Iger muttered, looking at the Irish seeker on the court. At this time, he was rushing down crazily, and the Irish fans stood up one after another, setting off a big green wave. Iger was flustered when he saw the patches of green color...

Krum's reaction was quick. Almost at the same time, he followed behind the lifter, and then frantically drove the broom under him. Soon, the positions of the two were relatively parallel.

"I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall!" Hermione screamed as she watched the two of them.

"No!" Ron yelled suddenly.

"Lynchie will," Harry yelled.

Facts proved that Harry's vision was correct, Lin Qi fell heavily on the ground for the second time...

"Where's the Snitch? Where's the Snitch?" Charlie yelled.

"Kachacha~" Tim Gambey's instigator's wings landed beside Charlie, and Charlie pulled it aside casually: "Okay honey, I'm not calling you..."

"He got it! Krum got it! It's game over!" Harry shouted excitedly.

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

Iger squeezed his chin and laughed, it would be interesting if he caught Tim Gambey by mistake...

Fortunately, I didn't let the little things fly around...

The scores flashed on the scoreboard, Bulgaria 160, Ireland 170, perhaps because the end was too sudden, the audience in the stadium did not react for a while.

Slowly, like a jumbo jet speeding up, the chatter from the Irish supporters grew louder and louder, until finally there were countless chants of joy, and the stadium was filled with jubilation.

At the same time, as the score flickered at the end of the game, Bagman suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, his face was very pale...