The audience burst into cheers and applause, and it was very lively.

However, the atmosphere in the small box had not yet thawed from the freezing point, and everyone's expressions were very stiff. Harry felt that his forehead was not so painful, but his heart was in a mess, and he fell into indescribable suspicion. He didn't know whether the pain of the scar was related to Barty Crouch. Maybe everything was a coincidence...

"But what if it's not?" A voice appeared in his heart, and Harry knew what he thought of-Professor Quirrell in the first year.

"But Mr. Crouch didn't wear a big scarf on his head! "

Ron put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Hey, Harry, are you okay? It was really unexpected just now... But, um," he looked around, trying to find something interesting, "By the way, how did Bagman become so energetic?"

Indeed, Ludo Bagman just looked frightened, but at this moment when he hosted the Quidditch World Cup final, his voice was full of passion and joy, and it seemed that Fudge was completely forgotten.

"... Let's welcome the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Harry looked at the venue listlessly. He had no interest in the pre-match mascot performance that Hermione had mentioned to him, but soon his attention was drawn to it - "It's the Veela!" Mr. Weasley wiped his glasses hurriedly.

One hundred Veelas slid onto the field. Veelas were women, very beautiful women. In fact, more than one person had thought about this question: they might not be real people. Veelas' skin was glowing, their hair was floating behind their heads, and they exuded a strong charm. Especially when they started dancing, this charm easily captured the attention of the audience.

Felix smiled and pulled down Arik McGee who was trying to respond to the Veelas. He had just suddenly stood on a chair and wanted to dance with them. But he was not the only one who lost his composure. The more people saw the Veelas for the first time and were unprepared, the easier it was to fall into their trap.

Felix's eyes swept over the crowd. The appearance of the Veelas warmed up the atmosphere in the box. Hermione made a loud smacking sound and reached out to pull Harry and Ron back to their seats. "Oh, how could you do that!" she said.

Then the performance of the Irish leprechauns was also unforgettable. These little people wearing red vests and bearded people shuttled back and forth from the top of the huge stadium, forming various shapes of fireworks. Finally, they formed a huge, shining clover, hovering over the heads of the audience and scattering a large number of gold coins, like golden raindrops.

"Fake." Crème said as she grabbed a gold coin, but she still collected it with great interest.

Next, Ludo Bagman enthusiastically introduced the two teams of the game, focusing on the seekers of each family. When the names of Krum and Lynch appeared, they attracted enthusiastic responses from the audience.

The game began.

The two national teams showed great strength. They were so fast that people could not see their faces. The whole field was filled with blurred red and green shadows. Ludo Bagman only had time to announce their names and the names of their tactics.

"The ball is in Mallet's hands! He passed it to Troy! Now it's in Moran's! Dimitrov! Mallet! It's Troy again!"

Bagman screamed, "Eagle head attack formation! Pay attention... the ball goes in! Troy scores, the tactic is successful, 10:0, Ireland is leading!" He shouted passionately, and the whole audience cheered.

The game was still going on -

"Troy again! The Quaffle is still on the Irish side! You should have noticed - Oh, my God! The Irish team organized an attack again! Moran! Mallet!"

"Pokov's baiting trick! It didn't work... Wonderful! Back pass! This time it's Moran!"

Soon, the Irish team led 30:0, and Bagman suddenly shouted: "Look at the two seekers - Krum and Lynch, they found something and got entangled - Oh, no! The healer comes on the court! Lynch fell to the ground! It was a fake move! The game is suspended!"

Clemmy raised the telescope and asked curiously: "What's going on? Where is the Golden Snitch, what were those two guys doing just now?"

Arik McKee said excitedly: "It was Wonski's fake move, pretending to find the Snitch, suddenly diving, attracting the opponent to follow up, and then -" He pointed to Lynch, who was dizzy and seemed to be walking on the clouds. His nose and face were covered with blood.

Felix stared at the court. Krum, who won the hard power competition, was hovering high above the gymnasium, using the rare time without any interference to search for the Golden Snitch.

A few minutes later, Lynch recovered and the game continued.

"It was too intense..." Felix said. In just over ten minutes, the Irish team scored ten goals in a row. They were now leading 130:10.

"Yes, it was too intense. I have never seen such an exciting game." Arik McKee agreed.

"...If it ends too quickly, the light show will not be very good." Felix finished speaking, and Arik was choked by his thoughts. He opened his mouth several times but didn't know how to answer. Creamy giggled.

As the score widened, various small movements appeared on the court. Bagman continued to perform his duties as host and commentator. "The Bulgarian team's elbow movement was too big, a typical foul... That's right, the referee blew the whistle and gave a penalty!"

The gunpowder smell outside the court was also strong. The mascots and supporters of the two teams shouted angrily and waved their fists. But the score expanded to 140:10 with an irreversible trend.

"I've come to the right place to play this match!" Ron said excitedly. While watching the fierce game, he also took the time to watch the fight between the Veela and the Leprechaun in the corner of the field. "It doesn't look good when the Veela gets angry, but, never mind! Kick that bearded guy in the ass, that's right!"

"Ron--"

At this time, there was a cry of surprise on the field. Lynch, the Seeker of the Irish team, suddenly accelerated and dived. Through the telescope, you can still see the blood stains on his nose. Krum followed closely behind.

Bagman explained loudly: "The two Seekers suddenly accelerated! Is this a feint? Is it Lynch's revenge? Oh--they are getting faster and faster, not slowing down! Not slowing down! I saw the Golden Snitch--"

100,000 spectators held their breath. Only the two teams of mascots in the corner were still fighting.

The two Seekers drove side by side and dived towards the ground. They both stretched out one hand and stretched their arms as far as they could--

"Bang!"

Lynch fell heavily to the ground, and Krum circled up, holding the Snitch in his hand.

The scoreboard flashed with the score, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience seemed to have not realized what was going on.

After a few seconds of silence, Bagman said dazedly: "Bulgaria's Seeker Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but... the live score is still in the lead for Ireland--"

He checked again and again, and then was surrounded by a huge ecstasy: "Ireland won! After 30 years! God, I don't think anyone expected this to be the outcome!"

"I really didn't expect it," Felix muttered, "The competition is over in less than an hour, who would have thought! Arik, Clemmy, Remus... We should go and prepare for the light show. Maybe the audience will disperse tomorrow."

"Mr. Hep, can I stay for a while? I want to watch them present the awards." Arik requested.

"Okay, then you can come back later." Felix said, "Clemmy, Remus, what about you?"

Both of them were not very interested in the awards ceremony and left with Felix. They passed by the Malfoy family, and Draco greeted them reservedly, "Hello, Professor Hep." He was wearing a neat black suit and his hair was neatly groomed.

"Hello." Felix smiled and nodded at him. "I look forward to your performance this year."

He glanced at Lucius next to him, walked past Lucius, and said in a low and kind voice: "Thinking about what we said before... I'm still waiting for your response, Lucius."

Lucius Malfoy looked uncomfortable and couldn't help but tighten his cane. "Of course, I will give you an answer." Narcissa was surprised by her husband's attitude and looked at him suspiciously.

Lucius shook his head and didn't explain anything.

When leaving the box, Felix and others heard the Bulgarian Minister said calmly: "I said, our boys fought very bravely."

"So you know English!" Fudge said angrily, "But you let me gesture here all day!"

"Hey, that's fun." The Bulgarian Minister shrugged and said.

Fun... Fudge panted, his nostrils expanded, and he wanted to punch this guy. If it weren't for him, those bad things wouldn't have happened before...

Calming down, Fudge also felt that Crouch's attitude was a little wrong. Could it be that he was under too much pressure recently?

When Clemmy passed the front row, she happened to say to Felix, "Ha~ I heard this uncle's standard pronunciation before, and I thought I heard it wrong..."

Fudge's expression suddenly became very interesting, and the Bulgarian minister smiled.

Felix pulled her downstairs and passed through the audience seats. The top box where they were before was illuminated by magic, and Ludo Bagman had already begun to welcome the two Quidditch teams into the box.

The supporters of the Irish team made deafening celebrations, while the fans supporting the Bulgarian team looked lost and heartbroken. They had not yet recovered from the blow.

Clemmy said, "They are really pitiful. They are far behind... They are looking forward to a turnaround, and when the turnaround really comes, they can't turn it around..."

"Vera--" Felix said.

Three or two Bulgarian fans glared at her, and she realized it later, shrunk her shoulders, and hid on the other side of Felix.

Lupin walked behind with a smile.

When they came to the ground, the victorious team was soaring above the stadium, and they circled the field accompanied by the mascot.

"At least there was no crowding," Lupin said. "We made it in time."

Felix muttered, "I was just worried that the fans who lost the game might cause trouble. I hope the Ministry of Magic can help."