Amid cheers, he strode towards the arena with a large wooden box under his arm.

Everyone fell silent, holding their breath.

The referee got on his broom and kicked the box away...then the whistle blew.

"Ah... they're off!" Bagman screamed. "Now it's Mallett with the ball! Troy! Moran! Pass it to Mallett again! Moran!"

In the top box, Harry had completely forgotten his embarrassing behavior. He pressed the panoramic telescope tightly against his glasses... because only in this way could he see the game clearly.

Kyle was also staring at the field intently. The professional players were incredibly fast. The Chasers kept passing the Quaffle to other players, as if it could explode at any time.

The three Irish Chasers rushed towards the Bulgarian goalpost in a tight circle, the Quaffle bouncing between them in a way that even Bagman, the commentator, found difficult to follow.

Finally he gave up saying names and shouted, "Ireland used the standard Eagle Head attack formation... their specialty... Bulgaria didn't know who to tackle... Oh! Boskov tactics... Moran distracted the Bulgarian beater Ivanova... she threw the Quaffle to Troy..."

"Troy scores!" Bagman roared in a loud voice, and the whole audience cheered and shook the stadium.

"10:0, Ireland is leading!"

"This is amazing! The school competition is nothing compared to this..." Hermione waved the flag in her hand and couldn't help but say, "But why do I feel like their Bludgers seem to be getting faster..."

She frowned and recalled carefully.

When she watched the games at school before, she could see the trajectory of the Bludger clearly, but now there were only two blurry shadows.

"This is a special ball for the game." Cedric explained: "The speed of the Firebolt is too fast. If we continue to use the previous ball, the game may be over in five minutes.

So in order to deal with this situation, the International Quidditch Federation made adjustments to the Bludger and the Golden Snitch a few months ago to increase their speed. "

"So that's how it is." Hermione nodded and continued to look at the arena.

Just as the analysis before the game showed, the Irish team, with three top-notch chasers, quickly took the lead at the start of the game. Within ten minutes, they scored two more goals, changing the score to 30:0.

Mr. Weasley couldn't help but cheer, but for Harry, Ron and Charlie who supported Bulgaria, their laughter was a little forced.

Fortunately, a few minutes later, the two Bulgarian hitters used the Bludger to force them to disperse and they could no longer use some of their best offensive tactics. Ivano took the opportunity to break through their lineup, evaded the goalkeeper, and scored the first goal for Bulgaria.

"Cover your ears quickly, the Veela are about to start dancing again," said Mr. Weasley.

This time he didn't need to remind him. The moment those veela jumped up, Harry immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes, so as not to make a fool of himself again.

However, the Bulgarian supporters were not happy for long... In the next game, the score became one-sided.

The Irish team scored five goals in a row, which directly stunned Bulgaria.

But on the other side, Krum also used Wonski's fake move to successfully deceive Ireland's seeker Lin Qi, who fell heavily to the ground because he used too much force.

There was a dull thud that could be heard throughout the stadium, and there were groans and roars from the Irish seats.

Trained therapists rushed onto the field, checking Linzi's injuries, while Krum circled a hundred feet above him, his dark eyes scanning the court.

He was taking advantage of the time when Lin Qi was recovering his strength to look for the Golden Snitch without any interference.

"It's really exciting..." Various fake moves and classic tactics made Fred's blood boil. He couldn't help but say: "I hope the game can last longer."

"It would be best if it lasted five full days, like last time," said George.

"Oh... I don't want to..." Percy raised his voice, as if he wanted someone to hear him. "I shudder to think that my in-basket will be filled with papers if I'm gone for five days."

"That's a fertilizer sample sent from Norway!" Percy blushed, "It's not for private use!"

"Really..." Fred smiled and whispered to Kyle, "We sent it to him."

His voice was so soft, and masked by the noise from the stands, that no one except Kyle heard it.

Finally, Lin Qi stood up, and amid the cheers of his supporters around him, he mounted his Firebolt and leaped into the air again.

The Irish team's chasers reorganized their attack almost instantly. With their tacit cooperation, the opponent's defense was like the field in front of Hogwarts, and it was over in a flash...

Twenty minutes later, Ireland had scored five more goals and they were now leading 130:10.

The Bulgarian team, which had failed to score any goals, began to get anxious, and the game gradually began to develop in another direction.

Bulgaria's Zograf couldn't help but elbow Mallet when she was approaching the goal post, but the move was too big and was seen by the referee.

Ireland scored a penalty.

Next, the two Bulgarian batsmen turned into ruthless swinging machines, swinging and hitting wildly, not caring whether it was a person or a Bludger in front of them.

On one occasion, Moran was nearly knocked off his broom by them.

Bulgaria got another foul.

All the leprechauns rose into the air, and made a very rude gesture towards the Veela, as if to celebrate, or as if to mock.

The Veelas, who were already filled with rage, could no longer endure this and instantly became furious.

Instead of dancing, they flew up and threw handfuls of flaming objects at the leprechauns.

They were no longer beautiful, instead their faces were elongated into pointed bird heads with sharp beaks, and a pair of scaly wings were emerging from their shoulders...

"See, kids, this is what a Veela really looks like." Mr. Weasley's voice drowned out the noise of the crowd below, and he said with a smile: "So you can never just pursue appearance!"

Harry and Ron nodded.

Only Kyle's eyes brightened, and his hand unconsciously reached for the deformed lizard skin bag...his box was inside.

The battle between the mascots of both sides became more and more intense. Wizard officials rushed into the arena, trying to separate the Veela and the Leprechaun, but with little success.

At this moment, the fierce battle below is no less than the one going on above. Although the leprechauns cannot throw fireballs, they can throw gold coins.

If you throw a bunch of gold coins with all your strength, it will still make a bump on the head of a Veela.

For a moment, the screams of the veela, the explosions of the wizards' wands, and the cheers of supporters of both teams were all mixed together. The scene was quite lively.

The audience was so happy, because no one told them before the game that they could watch this... It was totally worth it to see two shows for the price of one ticket.

Kyle looked at the game above, and then couldn't help but glance at the Veela and Leprechaun who were busy fighting a roundabout battle with the wizards of the Ministry of Magic.

If he had known this earlier, he should have bought a panoramic telescope before the game.

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(End of this chapter)