The Trinity of Harry Potter

"Ireland scores another goal!"

The leprechauns took off again on the sidelines, forming a huge green clover, and the Veela looked at them with sullen faces.

The Irish team's chasers are highly skilled, and it's like the three of them share the same brain.

The Quaffle was passed back and forth in their hands, and at the same time they were darting back and forth across the field like lightning.

The players of the Bulgarian team had no power to fight back, so they had to constantly use bludgers to try to interfere with the cooperation of the three.

Finally, after the Irish team scored its third goal, the Bulgarian team also opened up and scored a goal.

"Now let's see if Krum can catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible before the score gap widens and ends the game." Ron nervously watched his idol Krum constantly hovering in the field.

Although the officials in the box here all support the Bulgarian team, the audience who bought social tickets later will not care so much.

Every time Ireland scored, someone screamed and waved a rattling cardboard in their hand. Cano recognized it as a ticket from a betting shop.

This means that in the box, everyone still has more self-control. The fans below automatically divided into two groups and took their seats. Now it seems that they are going to fight the opponent.

"Enter again! Ireland!" Ludo's voice was still enthusiastic. Cano felt inexplicably that this guy supported the Irish team more than Bulgaria.

Did someone spend a lot of money to buy Bulgaria to win? Is he excited about getting a lot of money?

Suddenly, Krum and Ireland's Seeker Lynch began to dive towards the ground one after another. The audience held their breath and watched as they quickly approached the ground.

Harry set up a telescope and kept observing with his talent as a seeker, but he didn't see the golden light of the Golden Snitch.

"Wronsky feint!"

Just when Harry asserted this, Krum suddenly pulled up the broom, and the powerful acceleration made his face distort.

Although Lynch also slowed down as if he had just woken up from a dream, he finally fell into the soft earth with a thud, like a potato that only fell in the field during the autumn harvest.

The referee called a timeout, and the medical team quickly flew over and pulled Lynch out of the ground.

It seemed that he was fine. The broom's excellent maneuverability and soft ground saved him.

Lynch identified several fingers extended by the therapist, took a drink of water, and took off again.

Kano felt that Krum could become an astronaut at least based on what he did just now.

The Irish team already understood that Croom was of a higher level than Lynch, so they made up their mind to score more points on the Quaffle before the end of the game.

They launched a more fierce attack. The Bulgarian team was inferior to others, so they had to use their dirty hands.

Harry had also seen the so-called "Quidditch Foul Encyclopedia", but he was not willing to use it at school, and the level of other people was far inferior to him.

But being at the highest level of professional competition was a real eye-opener for Harry.

The black elbow that passed by, the collision in the blind spot, the Quaffle that would rather be scrapped than score, not to mention the Bludger that was originally born to beat people.

It's not so much a game as it is a dogfight.

In other words, the essence of competitive sports is fighting, but it is just covered with a layer of civilization. The core is still fighting and killing.

Harry seemed to be able to hear the muffled sound caused by the banging of flesh through the telescope. He was sure that these people must have been covered in bruises under their robes.

Every time Bulgaria scores a point, the Veelas will dance seductively on the sidelines.

It's a pity that in the eyes of excited athletes, they are definitely not as charming as the Golden Snitch.

And once an Irish supporter is deceived, the good brothers around him will wake him up with friendly loudmouths.

Therefore, the only one who fell into the trap was the bearded referee from Egypt.

The young referee seemed to have regained his second youth. He put his work aside and rolled up his sleeves in front of the Veela cheerleaders and began to show off his muscles.

The athletes were playing without a referee, until the medical team came over and kicked the referee who was making a fool of himself.

"Oh my god, what did I see? The referee asked the Veela to leave the field. This is a rare sight!"

Ludo gloated as he watched the referee argue with the Bulgarian players, and the Irish fans and Bulgarian fans did not stop insulting each other.

The situation quickly got out of control. After the Irish players were viciously bumped into, the leprechauns made international gestures in the air to greet the Veela families.

The Veelas immediately transformed. After the pure-blood Veela transformed, they had a long beak and a pair of wings covered with scales extending from their shoulders.

The two cheerleaders fought together, showing their passion and style, knocking out the leprechaun's crooked teeth and polishing off the silver scales on the Veela's wings.

The charm of the Veelas has expired after their transformation, and now the audience has calmed down a lot. Some fans whose teams were eliminated early are now happily watching the cheerleaders fight.

Fleur held Kano's hand in discomfort, and Kano comforted her softly.

"It's okay, it's almost over."

"But there is no time limit in the World Cup finals. It will only end when the Golden Snitch is caught. I'm worried that by the end of the game, the field will be littered with corpses." Fleur was not watching the game at all, and was always staring at the Veela fighting on the ground.

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"Ireland has scored 16 goals and Bulgaria has only scored one. In this case, delaying time will not make a difference."

Before Kano finished speaking, he saw Lynch suddenly change direction and accelerate, followed closely by Crum, and soon passed him.

The two dived towards the ground again, Lynch fell into the ground again, and Krum raised his right hand high, with the Golden Snitch staying securely in his hand.

The final score was set at Ireland 170 and Bulgaria 160. Ireland scored 17 goals, which offset Krum's 150 points in catching the Golden Snitch and established the victory.

It was a dignified defeat for Bulgaria, and a glorious defeat for Krum himself.

There were sounds of annoyance from the first three rows in the box, and from a few places in the back rows, there were shouts of people tearing up bills.

When Fleur saw the cheerleaders below who were finally separated, she breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair.

"I will never watch any Bulgarian team games in the future."

"Actually, it's okay. You should learn from Gabrielle." Kano said with a smile.

Gabrielle on the side had long buried her head in her mother's arms and asked her to cover her ears. Only now she raised her head and looked at her sister and brother-in-law blankly.

Fleur twisted Kano's arm angrily.

The Bulgarian team led by Krum came to the top box and shook hands with the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

"You fought bravely."

The Minister of Magic of Bulgaria used standard and fluent English to finalize today's game, and everyone in the audience heard it through magic.

The fans cheered for them regardless of their previous grudges. Fudge's face changed several times and finally stayed at a terrifying livid color.

Bulgaria is not a magical power.

Does even their Minister of Magic despise himself so much?