Chapter 273 Quidditch World Cup Part 2
Soon, the performance of the leprechauns ended.
Everyone was very satisfied. They looked at the gold coins in their arms greedily, but they didn't know how stupid their behavior was in the eyes of real experts. It's funny
to say that although the wizarding society is covered with a noble and elegant skin, judging from the mascots of the two national teams today, the aesthetics of the entire wizarding society is still in the rude and barbaric era.
Look at their performance.
Naked color range and greed for money, is such a performance good?
Mike had to admit that it was very good.
But compared to those large-scale performances in the Muggle society, the wizards obviously have not been bathed in the light of civilization.
After such a wonderful performance, the highlight of today, the match between the Irish team and the Bulgarian team, officially began.
The two teams started a fierce confrontation at the beginning, but the audience was not very enthusiastic about it.
After all, most of them still focused on the gold galleons in their hands and the veela in the Bulgarian rest area.
Although Mike was not very interested in Quidditch, his experience in the Ravenclaw school team still allowed him to see the current situation on the field clearly.
Compared with the Irish team, the people present were more optimistic about the Bulgarian team. After all, they had a genius seeker, Viktor Krum.
Quidditch games are like this. As long as you have a strong enough seeker, you can win the game even with six trolls.
The Bulgarian team is just such a team with a seeker as the core.
Except for their seeker, who can be said to be the best in the world today, the level of the rest of the players is not too strong. The only role on the field is to delay time and points to let Krum find the golden snitch.
Unfortunately, the Irish team obviously made sufficient preparations before the game.
Their seeker had no intention of looking for the golden snitch at all. He was guarding Krum from the beginning of the game.
The rest of the players attacked frantically, using their strong personal skills and perfect offensive formation to catch the rest of the Bulgarian team off guard.
The situation was clear at this point. The Irish team obviously wanted to widen the gap between the two teams as much as possible before Krum found the Snitch. After all, a Snitch only had 150 points. This meant that as long as they could get the score above 150, it would be useless even if Krum caught the Snitch.
This was an open conspiracy. It
could also be called a point-slave play.
To be honest, such a game was not very good, but it was indeed the most stable.
Although the Irish team's seeker was not as good as Krum, his level was also world-class. Under his strict defense, Krum had no chance to find the Snitch at all.
All the Bulgarian fans present were nervous, especially those who had bet a lot of money on Bulgaria to win in the perimeter before the game, and they cursed the Irish team's shamelessness hysterically.
80:10
120:10
Seeing the score gradually widen, the Bulgarian team's mascots, the Veela, could not sit still. They all started dancing on the spot. Waves of invisible magic spread around like ripples on the water, and the men who were closer to them were confused in an instant.
Such behavior was undoubtedly cheating. They clearly wanted to confuse the Irish players on the field.
But the referee did not blow the whistle, because he was also confused.
"Oh! This won't work!" said the commentator Ludo Bachman, "Someone go up and slap the referee!"
A doctor on the field blocked his ears with his fingers, rushed into the field and kicked the referee's calf hard, finally kicking the referee awake.
After that, the angry referee stopped the Veela's dance.
This was not in accordance with the rules, because the Quidditch rules did not stipulate that mascots could not sing and dance during the game.
But the referee still did it, even if the Bulgarian players protested to him.
On the other side, the duel between Krum and the Irish Seeker was coming to an end.
Krum accelerated suddenly and rushed towards the ground at an astonishing speed.
The Irish Seeker thought that Krum had found the Golden Snitch and chased after him.
Seeing that the two were getting closer and closer to the ground, the Irish Seeker began to panic.
If he continued to chase, even the strongest customized Firebolt he was using would "crash"!
But before the game, the coach gave him a death order that he must stop Krum unless he died on the field. He fully implemented the coach's order and continued to chase after him at the risk of not being able to stop the car and crashing into the ground.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound sounded, and the Irish Seeker fell heavily to the ground, raising a large piece of soil.
Krum, on the other hand, used his amazing arm strength to forcibly pull up the broom before hitting the ground and took off again.
"Oh, look! Krum! That's Wronski's fake move!" Ludo shouted excitedly, "Krum didn't even notice the Snitch. His original purpose was to get rid of the Irish Seeker!"
The audience was also boiling with excitement. The Veela and players who were arguing with the referees just now also laughed. Everyone
thought that this was a sure thing. As a famous commentator said, you can always trust Krum. This guy is definitely a player who can create miracles!
In fact, Krum is indeed a chosen one. Soon after getting rid of the enemy Seeker's entanglement, he found the golden color that was moving at high speed.
Accelerate!
Dive!
Zigzag fast maneuver!
Krum moved in the air like a fish, bypassing the Irish team's defense one after another, and finally approached the Snitch.
On the other side, the Irish team's batsmen hit the Bludger hard and hit Krum.
The situation suddenly became critical again. Bludgers can be called a player killer. Every year, countless players retire due to the sequelae of being hit by Bludgers.
Logically, Krum's best choice at this moment is to temporarily give up the Golden Snitch. After all, he still has a bright future. It would be bad if he was really disabled by the Bludger.
However, Krum didn't think so.
Who is he?
He is Krum!
The world's strongest seeker at the age of 18!
The next moment, the Bludger hit Krum's nose accurately, flattening his beautiful high nose and knocking him off the broom.
Bright red blood splashed in the air, the Veela outside the field screamed shrilly, and the audience in the stands stood up.
"Bang!"
Krum fell softly to the ground, just like the Irish seeker just now.
It hurts, really, but Krum was laughing.
Because he has the future in his hands!
He opened his hands, and a dazzling golden light shone out.
Krum laughed even happier. No matter how many times he saw this golden light, it was still his favorite thing.
The next moment, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the scoreboard high above.
Bulgaria: 160 Ireland: 170.
Krum's smile froze.
...
"The game is over! Let's give the warmest applause to our winner, the Irish team!" Ludo shouted in a strange tone, "Of course, there is also our Bulgarian team that is defeated but still glorious!"
Accompanied by waves of thunderous cheers, a large number of medical staff rushed into the stadium, helped Krum up from the ground, and prepared to treat him.
But Krum seemed very emotional. He refused to let the doctors treat him and just sat on the ground with a gloomy face.
His teammates also surrounded him, looking dejected.
Not far away from them, the players of the Irish team were celebrating with dancing, their mascots were waving gold coins wantonly, and the Irish national anthem was played on the field at this time.
"I said, we played very bravely."
A heavy voice came from the side. Mike looked over and found that the person who spoke was the Bulgarian minister who couldn't speak.
"You can speak English!" Fudge roared, "I've been gesturing to you like a monkey for a long time!"
The Bulgarian minister smiled and said, "This is very interesting, isn't it?"
Mike didn't continue to watch the two quarreling. From the beginning of the game, he was looking for a figure, a house elf and an empty seat.
Unfortunately, this stadium is too big, and it is too difficult to find the mouse among 100,000 people.
Until the end of the award ceremony, Mike didn't find the guy.
He sighed softly, followed the footsteps of the crowd, and left the box.
Penelope noticed Mike's mood change and asked:
"Don't be too sad, although the Bulgarian team lost, Krum didn't lose."
This silly girl actually thought that she was sad because Bulgaria lost the game.
But he didn't say much, just nodded silently, and then returned to their camping area.
At this moment, the originally deserted VIP camping area also became lively. All the things piled in the middle of the venue were put to use. Everyone celebrated wantonly, and the countless liquors piled together were decreasing at a visible speed.
As the largest sponsor of this competition, Mike was naturally a hot presence in this carnival.
People came to toast one after another, and there were even some powerful pure-blood nobles.
Obviously, the huge wealth in Mike's hands made them forget Mike's origin.
Thanks to his underage status, Mike used juice instead of wine.
Penelope happened to be an adult, but she didn't drink either, because no one would toast with her, an ordinary Muggle wizard.
So, there was no plot of forcing the heroine to drink and then Mike came out to slap her in the face.
When the carnival was halfway through, Fudge and most of the foreign guests left. Fudge was because he had to continue working tomorrow, and those foreigners simply couldn't stand the way the British people drank.
As a minor, Mike naturally returned to his tent like all the women and children, but he did not rest. Instead, he used his magic perception to silently observe the drunkards who were still reveling in the center of the camp.
He knew that a typical drunken riot was about to happen.
And this time was his last chance to catch the mouse.
Outside the tent, the revelry continued.
The departure of Fudge and others obviously made them feel much more comfortable.
These big men who used to attach great importance to etiquette and status now looked messy. They gathered around the campfire, shoulder to shoulder, and poured bottle after bottle of strong liquor into their stomachs.
The atmosphere was even hotter than when everyone was there just now.
Suddenly, a man with a shotgun walked out of the woods not far away.
The man didn't look very good, and his hunting suit was full of holes, very embarrassed.
It was the man Mike met on the VIP Avenue.
The wizards who were still reveling by the campfire were stunned. They all stared at the man who suddenly appeared with confused eyes.
The man seemed to have something wrong with his brain. He ran towards the group of wizards as if he didn't notice anything unusual here. He
was running and waving at the super wizards while laughing.
"Oh my God! I've been lost in this damn forest for a whole day, and now I finally meet other people!" The man in hunting suit shouted excitedly, "Why are you dressed like this? Are you having a masquerade party?"
"This is a Muggle."
"The Muggle-repelling spell in this area must have failed. What on earth is the Ministry of Magic doing? They let Muggles appear here to disturb our party!"
"Kill him quickly, his breath stinks up the air around here!"
"Don't worry, don't you think drinking alone is too boring? Let's have some fun!"
...
The wizards argued one after another and soon reached a consensus.
They all smiled and looked at the hunter suit man who was still running towards them excitedly, their eyes full of teasing.
At this time, the hunter suit man finally realized that something was wrong. He slowly stopped, smiled and retreated while saying:
"Well, it seems that you don't welcome me very much, then I'll go find a way out somewhere else."
"Who said we don't welcome you?"
"That's right! You came at the right time, our party just lacks a talent like you!"
The two wizards came out with a grin, and the hunter suit man was surprised to find that they were holding a thin short stick in their hands.
Finding that it was not a hot weapon, he was relieved, and at the same time raised the hunting rifle in his hand, pointed it at the wizards and said:
"Hey, listen. I don't want to cause trouble, but I'm definitely not afraid of trouble! If you know what's good for you, just retreat, and we'll pretend nothing happened."
The wizards looked at each other, with surprise flashing in their eyes.
The next moment, everyone burst into laughter as if they had heard the funniest joke of the century.
The man in hunting suit still held his gun and looked at the wizards who were laughing in front of him. He felt that he might have met a group of lunatics.
He slowly backed away. At this moment, he just wanted to stay away from this group of lunatics.
But suddenly, he saw a red light shooting out from the short wooden stick in the hand of a man who was just laughing in the crowd, and it hit his body straight.
As if he was hit by a speeding train, the man in hunting suit was suddenly knocked out, and the shotgun in his hand was also thrown out.
It was not until this moment that he heard the man's voice.
"Disarm you!"