The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"What is that? It seems to be a patron saint?"

"Yes, but why does the patron saint look like that? Is that a three-headed dog?"

"It turns out that the legend is true. A powerful wizard whose patron saint is a three-headed dog has appeared in the British magical world!"

The stadium was filled with people, talking about the two alien patron saints that appeared in the top box.

"Look, the dog has turned into a dog!" A little girl noticed the change of the patron saint and shouted. More and more people have noticed the changes in the patron saints: they are moving closer to each other, and large streams of silver steam are emitting from their bodies. The steam intertwined, and the two patron saints merged together, forming a silver vortex over the stadium, making the stadium originally plunged into darkness seem like daylight.

The halo of light from the vortex made those on the court feel as warm as if they had taken a swig of butterbeer by a crackling fireplace.

The halo gradually dimmed, and a three-headed dog about the size of a calf appeared in front of everyone, with a layer of silver flames burning on its surface.

Anyone who sees this three-headed dog patron saint is shocked by its image: beautiful, powerful, heroic... It seems to be a collection of all the virtues in the world.

After it was formed, the three-headed dog looked around with its three heads, but saw no trace of the dementors at all. It turned to look at Tom and Hermione in confusion, its six long-nut-sized eyes full of confusion.

"Go ahead." Tom waved his hand and signaled it to fly around the field. After receiving the order, the three-headed dog wagged its tail and ran around the court.

The audience burst into cheers, and many witches ran to the front of the box, stretched out their hands and tried to touch this beautiful patron saint. Of course, Tom couldn't go along with their wishes and kept the three-headed dog at a distant distance from them, leaving their hands empty and only a little bit of starlight falling on their hands.

The flames shed from these three-headed dogs fell into their hands and blended into their bodies, bringing a burst of sweet warmth.

The stadium, which can accommodate 100,000 people, is very large. The patron saint summoned by Tom and Hermione became no longer solid after one circle around the stadium, and became translucent like a ghost.

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." Tom gently stroked the head of the dog among them, and the three-headed dog barked happily, wagging its tail at him and then completely dissipated.

The lights in the stadium came back on, and the audience gave their applause without hesitation.

"Thank you very much." Bones was very satisfied. She thought this opening was really great. Although the British team missed the final, this opening was enough to earn back all the face. Bulgaria's Minister of Magic, Mr. Obalonsk, even took the initiative to shake hands with Tom and Hermione to show his respect.

He is just an ordinary Minister of Magic, and the young man in front of him is the only owner of a three-headed dog patron saint in the history of wizards.

The two ministers and their suites returned to their boxes, where Ludo Bagman was waiting for Bones to announce the start.

Calmness returned to the box, but everyone couldn't help but cast curious eyes on Tom and Hermione sitting next to him.

Fleur is like everyone else. She was astonished by the three-headed dog summoned by Tom and Hermione. After a brief absence, she took a serious look at the boy named Tom Yoder.

One thing to say, Tom's appearance is still qualified, he looks very delicate, and coupled with his inner self-confidence, it is easy to win the favor of others. If it weren't for the phrase "half-breed Veela", Fleur's first impression of him would definitely not be bad.

As for now? Fleur decided to forgive him for his unintentional mistake! It's understandable for a little boy to want to explain his gaffe in front of his girlfriend.

When Fleur was "forgiving" Tom for his rudeness in her mind, Madame Maxime, who was sitting next to her, crossed her hands and placed them on her lower abdomen. Fleur knew that her principal's action meant that she had something to say.

"That boy is a student at Hogwarts." She said softly.

Fleur's eyes suddenly became dark, and Mrs. Maxim's words made her realize one thing.

"Yes, that game. If he can participate, he will be a strong opponent." Mrs. Maxim nodded slightly.

Fleur felt like a huge boulder was pressing on her heart. Can that kind of patron saint really be summoned by a school student? What is your chance of winning against such a wizard?

As Madame Maxime's favorite student, Fleur Delacour learned that the Triwizard Tournament would be resumed as early as the end of last semester. In fact, although the candidate for the Warrior is uncertain, Madame Maxime has already had her own candidate in mind and made some preparations - such as revealing the news of the Triwizard Tournament to Fleur in advance, and making several other preparations. students who are likely to be selected.

But Mrs. Maxim's next words made her feel relieved.

"Fortunately, we have discussed increasing the age limit for warrior candidates before. The child cannot be over seventeen years old... I will contact Albus Dumbledore and Karkaroff as soon as possible to discuss this matter. It’s settled—you’ll be seventeen this September, right?”

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's good. Sometimes being too young is not a good thing, right?"

"..."

Madame Maxime stopped talking and watched the game with Fleur.

Not only the audience, but also the players who were about to participate in the competition were attracted by this patron saint.

"Hey, Viktor, did you see the Patronus just now? So -" The Bulgarian Chaser poked Viktor Krum who was standing next to him.

Krum is dark and thin, with thick eyebrows and a big aquiline nose that make him look nothing like an eighteen-year-old student. Hearing his teammates' words, he felt unhappy for no reason.

"Ivanova, if I were you, I would focus on the game that is about to start." Krum interrupted him firmly. Krum was trying hard to restrain his inner dissatisfaction and prevent himself from saying more outrageous things. He is very pessimistic about the next game. Krum knows very well that the Bulgarian team has reached this position because of his wonderful performances time and time again. His teammates are actually no match for the Irish team.

How did you get in the mood to watch Patronus? The decisive battle is about to begin! Krum really wanted to grab Ivanova by the collar and question him - Krum really found it incredible.

But he did nothing.

At just eighteen years old, Klum is already an extremely mature athlete. He understands that although Quidditch has a strong color of individual heroism, in the final analysis it is still a team project, and he should not say anything that is not conducive to team harmony.

At this time, it's great to talk to your teammates. Don't think about winning the next game.

He tried hard to adjust his inner emotions, and said to Ivanova in as gentle a tone as possible: "But the three-headed dog patron saint is indeed rare."

"Yeah, right!" Ivanova didn't appreciate it and continued to chatter in Krum's ears.

Krum: ...

The two ministers who returned to the minister's box did not focus on the opening ceremony. Obalonsk said sincerely to Bones: "I envy you from the bottom of my heart. Not only do you have Dumbledore, but you also have such an outstanding new generation of wizards. But we also have Krum, who is still in school! "

Minister Bones just smiled and did not reply. In her opinion, this is absolutely normal! The strength of the British wizarding community and the British Muggle government are two different things. The Muggle government has long since fallen from its position as world hegemon, but the British wizarding community is still the core of the wizarding world.

As for comparing a seeker to Tom, she even scoffed: Can a seeker run faster than other wizards when encountering dementors? Let’s wait until Krum is put into the chocolate frog cartoon!

Ludo Bagman rushed into the box at the right time and asked with a red face: "Minister, can we start?"

"Of course." Bones responded gracefully.

Bagman returned the greeting to her somewhat exaggeratedly, and then used an amplification spell on himself so that the whole audience could hear his voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the 422nd Quidditch World Cup has begun!"

Under the command of Bagman, the opening ceremony went on in an orderly manner.

"...Please allow me to introduce the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Tom looked down and his expression changed drastically.

"Mr. Granger, please close your eyes and plug your ears immediately!" When Tom said these words, he also activated Occlumency.

While Tom was trying to clear his mind, a hundred Veelas had already slid onto the field and danced the most beautiful dance in the world.

In the Veela dance, all the men in the room lost themselves. There may be exceptions, such as Mr. Granger who covered his ears and closed his eyes in time after being reminded by Tom, or Tom who used Occlumency.

Tom saw that Harry in the next box had his legs on the partition wall of the box, and next to him, Ron looked like he was about to dive. Hermione noticed the restless hormones in the arena. She glanced at Tom nervously, but she didn't expect that Tom looked quite normal.

She secretly gave Tom a thumbs up in her mind and decided to give him a reward after the game.

Tom is not the only calm person. No matter how powerful the Veela's charm ability is, it is difficult to plunge a hundred thousand wizards into chaos at once. Charm magic has been weakened too much during the transmission process. Most adult wizards with powerful magic can control their emotions well and not do anything that is degrading. Those who lost control were mostly wizards who had just grown up and minor wizards.

After the Veela left, Hermione made a loud smacking sound and removed her father's hand from her ear.

At this time the Irish mascots also appeared.

The Irish leprechauns threw handfuls of gold coins into the night sky, driving the entire arena into madness again. People cheered and scrambled to pick up the gold coins under the seats.

The giant clover formed by the leprechauns disappeared, and the game officially started at the referee's order.

…

"The Irish team won!" Bagman shouted with a blank look on his face. "Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but the Irish team won-oh my god!"

The arena was so noisy that it felt like dozens of jets were taking off and landing here.

The two teams had just experienced a short but fierce contest, and both seekers were covered in blood: Linzi fell to the ground, and Krum was hit by the Irish team's batter with a quaffle. Face.

In the end, Krum caught the Snitch injured.

Tom admitted that this was the most exciting Quidditch match he had ever seen, and even Hermione kept screaming during the match.

After the game, Hermione leaned forward and stared at Krum, who was being taken away by the doctor on the field. "He is really brave, isn't he? He looks really embarrassed..."

"His team failed, but he was the winner." Tom also had to admit that Krum played so beautifully in this game.

Even though he was defeated, it was a perfect word to describe Krum. He successfully saved some face for Bulgaria - 160:170, a very narrow defeat, which looked okay.

If the snitch is caught by the Irish team, the score will be 10:320...

After the game, the Quidditch World Cup players were sent to the top box. The players from both teams walked into the box together and shook hands with the two ministers of magic. Immediately afterwards, under the witness of the Ministers of Magic of the two countries, seven members of the Irish team lifted the trophy together.

At this point, this game is over, and this grand event in the magical world seems to be over. The audience left the stadium one after another while talking about the game just now.

"We will meet again." Before leaving, Mrs. Maxim suddenly turned her head and said to Tom in English with a French accent.

"It would be my pleasure," Tom responded in French.

Madame Maxime raised her eyebrows and left with her students. After a long wait, Tom also returned to the camp and the Weasley family's tent.

On the way, they met up with the Weasley family again, and Mr. Weasley was begging Fred and George not to tell their mother about their gambling.

The camp after the game has been enveloped in a carnival atmosphere, full of laughter and carnival crowds. Irish leprechauns are flying through the night sky, waving lanterns in their hands, adding fuel to the carnival crowd. .

The revelers had no idea what would happen in a few hours.

A man with a hood covering his face was standing deep in the woods, staring dimly at the tent at the edge of the woods: Harry Potter was in that tent...

In a very well-decorated tent, a group of wizards were changing cups, and they were all drunk. If anyone comes in, they will be surprised: the people in this tent are all respectable and respectable people in the magic world!

As for this group of decent people, the topics they chat about are not decent at all...

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A four thousand word chapter, two in one!

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