One hour into the game, Ireland's Lindsay spotted the Golden Snitch, and Krum also saw it.

The little golden ball with wings was about five feet above the ground.

They dived down at the same time, accelerating at an astonishing speed.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione screamed! "No!" Ron said firmly, "Krum is the best Seeker!"

"But Lin Qi can!" Harry, Cedric and Charlie shouted almost at the same time.

They were right. Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground for the second time.

The Veela were so excited that they all swarmed and laughed shrilly at the leprechauns.

Krum managed to stabilize the broom at the last moment. He flew close to the ground for a while, then rose lightly into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

"Krum has caught the Snitch! The game is over!" Harry shouted.

The scoreboard flashed the score, 170:160. "Ireland wins!" Bagman shouted, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice, as if he was a little confused by the sudden end of the game.

"Krum caught the Snitch, but Ireland won... My God, I don't think anyone expected this to happen!"

Not only him, most Bulgarian supporters are also confused.

In their opinion, Krum had successfully stopped Qi Lin, and he should have given up trying to catch the Snitch until his teammates reduced the score to less than 150 points.

This is how the competition was done in previous years.

Just like last time, the reason why it lasted for five whole days was because the score gap was too big... The Seeker on the lagging side kept dragging it out and trying every way to prevent the other side from catching the Golden Snitch.

But Krum... many people thought it was stupid for him to end the game when Ireland was leading by 160 points.

"Perhaps he knew that it was impossible to catch up." Kyle looked at Ron, who had a regretful face, and said, "The Chasers were far behind. His judgment was correct. Ending the game at this time was the best option."

Although it is a pity to lose the game after falling behind by a large margin, it sounds better to say it out loud, at least it was a close defeat.

If we continue the competition and lose when we are 500 or even 1,000 points behind, it would be impolite.

Not only would it be embarrassing, but the players' reputations would also plummet, so it would be most appropriate to end the game at this time.

Kyle looked back toward the arena.

The leprechauns were flying around in the sky in ecstasy, but one could still vaguely see that the Bulgarian players were surrounding Krum, shaking their heads, looking dejected.

Not far away, the players of the championship-winning Irish team were dancing with joy, and their mascots once again threw down showers of gold coins.

The Veela had returned to their former beauty, but they all looked dejected and sad.

"I said, we fought bravely." A heavy voice came from behind Kyle. It was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

"Yes, that's right..." Fudge said subconsciously, but then he was suddenly stunned.

"You just...wait, so you can understand what I'm saying, and you've been making me gesture here all day!"

"Hey, that's fun, isn't it?" said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging his shoulders.

Fudge was very angry, and even when he was presenting the trophy to the championship team, he didn't look very happy.

The Bulgarian minister next to them kept smiling happily, as if they were the winners.

At this point, Bagman put his wand to his throat again and whispered:

"I dare say this match will be talked about for years," he said hoarsely. "What an unexpected turn... It's a pity that the match didn't last longer."

He glanced down.

The game was over and it was time to leave, but some people did not leave the stadium. Instead, they moved towards the top box, which was completely opposite to the exit.

They basically all wore clover ornaments and were chatting and laughing with each other.

Bagman also saw those people, and his expression suddenly turned a little ugly.

"Sorry, Arthur." He stopped chatting with Mr. Weasley. "I have something else to do. See you next time."

After saying that, he quickly left the box and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Weasley also came downstairs with the others.

"Hey, Arthur." A bearded wizard stopped them at the exit. "Have you seen Ludo? I remember you were in the top box just now."

"He left after the Minister handed out the trophies," said Mr. Weasley. "Why, Ovo."

"Nothing," the bearded wizard said happily, "It's just that the generous Ludo is going to pay for my ticket. Ireland won, and the game lasted less than a day... He lost me a total of fifty Galleons!"

"Haha!" The other party smiled and waved his hand, "I'm going to find Ludo. See you next time."

"See you next time."

…

By the time Mr. Weasley, Kyle and the others finally returned to the camp, it was already very late, but this did not affect people's celebratory mood at all.

The night sky was filled with the raucous singing of people, and leprechauns flew over their heads, waving lanterns and laughing.

"Can we go back now?" Kyle asked, looking at the dark night.

"I'm afraid not." Mr. Weasley shook his head. "No one expected the game to be over so soon. It will take some time for the Portkeys to be issued."

"What about Apparition?" Kyle continued to ask.

"No," said Mr. Weasley. "Most places here are under anti-Apparition spells, and there are people from the Ministry of Magic patrolling the area. The only open area is the one we came from. Look there..."

He pointed ahead.

The long line stretched all the way to the entrance of the camp, with no end in sight.

Kyle frowned.

"What's wrong?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Nothing." Kyle said, "It's just too noisy around here. I feel like I can't sleep here."

"Oh yes, you're right," muttered Mr. Weasley. "Luckily I'm not on duty and don't have to persuade them to stop celebrating their victory, otherwise it would be unimaginable."

He looked at Kyle, thought for a moment and said, "Well, you're right. It's really hard to sleep here... I'll go find Arnold. If he agrees, we can Apparate anywhere outside the camp."

Having said that, he left the tent.

Kyle stood at the door and watched for a while.

On the other side of the camp, singing and strange collision sounds continued to echo in the night sky. It seemed that they were preparing to celebrate this victory all night long.

…

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Weasley finally returned.

"What..." Kyle was about to ask when he was pushed into the tent.

"Quick, wake up the others!"

Mr. Weasley had a serious expression on his face. "Someone attacked Arnold. When I went over, I just saw him being knocked down in the woods by a hooded man."

"Who is it!" Bill, who was still awake, immediately took out his wand.

"I don't know. I can't see his face." Mr. Weasley shook his head. "I have informed the Aurors. Until they find the culprit, it is best for us to stay in the tent and not go anywhere. This is also what Scrimgeour meant."

"It must be those Bulgarian supporters," Bill said angrily. "They lost the game and they want to make trouble to vent their dissatisfaction!"

Mr. Weasley said nothing, but in his heart, he was also inclined to this answer.

Everyone was woken up, they got dressed, packed their luggage, and sat in the tent waiting.

This incident also made Mr. Weasley feel a sense of crisis. He was worried that those guys who had no place to vent their anger because of losing the game would cause more trouble. He planned to leave as soon as the Aurors found the people.

"Really? What on earth do those people want to do? Why do they do it at this time?" Ron complained, yawning.

He was too sleepy. He sat beside the small table, nodding his head. "Aren't they afraid of being caught by the Aurors..."

Before he finished speaking, Kyle suddenly noticed that the sound outside had changed.

The singing stopped and was replaced by screams and the sounds of people running in panic.

"Arthur!" A man pulled open the tent. It was one of the two Aurors who had appeared in the top floor box earlier.

He spoke quickly, "Something's wrong, there are too many of them, be careful!"

After saying that, he quickly left with his wand.

"Let's go!" Mr. Weasley made a prompt decision, "Let's get out of here quickly!"

(End of this chapter)