A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Hundreds of thousands of Quidditch fans gathered here. Even if everyone made a little noise, the whole camp would turn into a boiling crucible. As the afternoon came, this restless mood not only did not decrease, but became more and more pervasive. On, even the summer air seems to be shaking.

Felix stayed in the tent the whole time, and followed Lupin and others to count the things to be used for the light show. According to the plan, they will hold a grand magic light show the night after the Quidditch finals, and it will continue. to the end of the game. In addition to this, Future World spent a thousand Galleons on a pre-quidditch World Cup text ad.

The sun finally set, and the twilight continued to dissipate. Clemie and the young clerk, Arik McKee, slipped out to play. It was very lively outside. Souvenirs trolley, walking through the crowd.

The Ministry of Magic also gave up the last resistance and let it go, all kinds of signs of magic appeared all at once, "crackling" Apparitions, vigorous shouting and sales, happy and noisy chats... There was a lot of noise in the camp. .

Lupin went out too, and Felix stayed in the tent, fiddling with the wall of air in his left hand, holding his wand in his right hand, and whispered, "Thunderbolt explosion."

A red light shot from the tip of the staff and hit his left hand. After waiting for a second or two, Felix's left hand trembled. He dispersed the magic and looked at the palm of his hand. There was a small red dot on it.

"The effect is still very limited." Felix kept pondering, the spell he just used was not very powerful. After another hour or two, Cremy and Arik returned with a full load, carrying large and small bags and placing them on the table beside them. Felix put away the magic and looked at the various souvenirs on it.

There was a glowing green rose-shaped badge, and it was now hoarsely shouting "The Irish team must win!" Cremy pressed hard on the top of the rose, and it finally stopped;

And things like binoculars, full of all sorts of quirky knobs and dials. "It's a panorama," says Cremy. "I think it's great. You can replay it in slow motion, and you can flash an analysis of the game."

Felix tried it, "It's really interesting." He kept flipping the button on it, the whole world slowed down in front of him, and Cremy was slowly taking out a small model of a flying Firebolt in front of him. gesturing.

Also, there are statues of famous players for the collection, Aric McKee bought a full set of Irish figurines and they walked up and down the table with a smug look, and one of them was inattentive and dropped from the table. up and down.

"Oh, my Lynch—"

Arik said, quickly wiping the dusty nose of the figurine, "Go away bad luck, go away..."

Both Cremy and Felix looked at him, and he explained, "This is what my dad did, to drive away bad luck, and don't let a good situation be ruined in one fell swoop."

"Does it really work?" Cremy looked at him suspiciously.

"Of course," he introduced enthusiastically, "Britain has been out of the trophy for three decades, and this year is very promising, and we have the best team - Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! Of course, and - Lynch!"

"He's a Seeker?" Cremy tapped the 'Lynch' in Aric's hand with her chin.

"That's right, the Seeker is the soul of the team..." When it comes to Quidditch, Arik is particularly talkative. When he heard that Cremy didn't even understand basic fouls, he stared, as if he had discovered a alien.

"Let me tell you, there are many ways to foul Quidditch, such as the most common pulling, ramming, elbowing, locking the opponent with a broom handle, and relatively complex..."

Felix quietly stepped aside, he found an interesting game, laying out a thick wall of air in the air, throwing some small bits and pieces, such as cups, forks, and then they would stick to it, Move forward in slow motion, the speed of which depends on how hard you throw them.

Cremy also discovered the game and tried to knock the professor's cup out with her own.

After failing again and again, she set her sights on Arik's player statue.

"Absolutely not—" Arik said firmly, but he took out a bunch of figurines from his pocket. "Bulgarian team, you can throw this."

After a while, cups, knives and forks, badges and figurines were stuck in the air, along with a sealed bag of snacks.

"Arik wins, five points."

...

It was completely dark, and Felix greeted everyone to eat, "Let's eat something, you can't watch the game hungry, and I don't know how long it will be."

"Where's Lupin?"

"Maybe I meet a friend, talk for a while, I will remember to bring him something to eat." Felix said.

"I really hope that the competition can be held for ten days and ten nights." At the dinner table, Cremy Vera said sincerely. That way they have more time to display the magic lamp.

Felix laughed.

"Haven't made a decision yet, Vera? You've considered yourself part of the company."

Clemie said embarrassedly, "I haven't figured it out yet. I like the work of the spell-breaker, but it's also great here... Am I being a little greedy, professor?"

Felix shrugged, swallowed the chicken in his mouth, poured himself a glass of iced lemon juice, smiled and said, "You are a happy trouble. I can't help you much in this regard, but you don't have to. Make decisions in a hurry and don’t stress yourself out.”

He raised his goblet and greeted him from a distance: "You are always welcome here, Vera."

At this time, Lupin walked in from outside the tent with a worried face. Felix poured him a glass of lemon juice. He thanked him and raised his eyebrows. "Just went to Harry's place and almost had a conflict."

"What's going on?" Felix asked, directing the dishes to float in front of Lupin, "I suggest you try this, fried halloumi, which Arik bought from the hawker, served with chicken. , the taste is very special."

Aric McKee, who was sitting next to Cremy, smiled timidly, and Lupin patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Thank you." He sat down and explained, "Sirius is staying with the Weasleys. Together, we ended up meeting Barty Crouch, you know..."

Felix knew in his heart that it seemed that Sirius might be somewhat hostile to Barty Crouch, but Lupin's words surprised him.

"It was Barty Crouch who made provocative words," Lupin frowned again and said slowly, "Crouch is responsible for the protection of the entire camp, and when he speaks, he talks about Death Eaters, Crouch's old story. Again, think there's a large number of Death Eaters on the loose—"

"But Sirius has been proven innocent."

"Yeah, but he kept looking at Sirius when he spoke. You know Sirius' temper. The two of them had a feud, if it wasn't for Harry..." Lupin shook his head and didn't continue speaking, but Fei Lix could fully guess the scene at that time.

I guess he even took out his wand.

Somewhere in the woods came the deep and deep sound of the gong, and immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, brightening the road leading to the arena.

"Time is up!"

The four stood up, walked out of the tent, and followed the surging excited crowd into the woods. They came out from the other side of the woods and saw a huge oval-shaped open-air gym. The interior was brightly lit and very bright. The light turned half of the wall golden.

"It is said that it can hold one hundred thousand people," Arik murmured.

They took the tickets for the top box and went all the way up. The stairs leading to the top floor were covered with a fuchsia carpet. When there were no more stairs in front of them, they were already standing at the top of the gymnasium.

Downstairs is a spectacular scene. One hundred thousand wizards are seated one after another. Clemie pulls his sleeve. On the side of the basketball court is a huge blackboard with various advertisements playing on it in a loop——

'Cornflower: A broom for the whole family - safe, reliable, with a built-in anti-theft buzzer...'

'In the future world, watch the competition, watch the light show, say goodbye to the kerosene lamps and dazzling torches, the future is in front of you--'

Felix nodded, indicating that he saw it. Soon, the small box they were in began to enter, the Weasleys, the Malfoys, Sirius, Harry and Hermione, then Cornelius Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

Lucius Malfoy cast an icy glance at the Weasleys and Sirius, nodding slightly, and then had a lively chat with Fudge, who subconsciously avoided when Felix looked at him. sight.

‘Have you thought about it yet, Lucius. ' Felix thought.

After everyone was seated, only Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic were left in the small box because they couldn't understand each other's language, and the chicken and duck were talking. Fudge missed Barty Crouch very much. Although they were at odds with each other, Crouch's talent was It is obvious to all that he can speak at least one hundred languages, including many languages ​​of magical creatures.

Later, Barty Crouch came with Ludo Bagman. Crouch had a terrible seriousness, a layer of frost on his face, and his body was very rigid, but Fudge was being called by the Bulgarian minister. The bad accent was driving me crazy, and I didn't notice it at all.

"Thank goodness, Barty, you're finally here, and I need you to translate for me—"

"I forced Barty here," Ludo Bagman said cheerfully, "I told him that you deserve the most credit and should stand at the top..."

"Sorry." Crouch's face was full of disgust, his lips were trembling, and he seemed to resist the urge to slap Fudge: "I don't have time for these little things—"

"Small thing?" Fudge took a deep breath and looked at him incredulously. What happened? He was about to say something, but Crouch's lips moved silently. He tried to speak several times. He's too close to tell the exit type clearly, Crouch said: "Idiot."

"Barty Crouch!" Fudge's mood was mixed with anger and fear at the moment, and he shouted at Crouch, spitting, "Have you finally stopped covering up and decided to take my place!"

There was silence in the box, no one expected such a thing to happen, even the Bulgarian minister opened his mouth and said in standard English: "What happened?"

As the host of the opening, Ludo Bagman froze in place, sweating constantly on his round face, and subconsciously took a few steps back, "Ouch!" Hermione shouted, it turned out that he stepped on Hermione's feet.

"Yes, sorry, little, little girl," Ludo Bagman stammered.

Sirius said disdainfully: "See, neither of them are good people. Crouch looked at me the same way this afternoon. I think he's finally crazy."

Felix, who was sitting in the second row, pinched his chin. Is there going to be a firefight today, when the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department confronts the current Minister of Magic?

It's a pity that there are no reporters--

Mr. Weasley stood up, trying to ease the tension, and said hesitantly, "Mr. Crouch..."

Barty Crouch, who seemed to have finally regained his senses, opened his mouth, but said nothing, dropped a few hurried apologies, and turned away. All that was left was Fudge, panting and red-eyed.

As Crouch left, Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead, like a soldering iron against his skin.

He covered his forehead and resisted making a sound. Only Sirius and Ron, who were sitting on both sides of him, noticed the abnormality. Sirius asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, Harry? Your scar hurts again?"

But at this time, the Quidditch World Cup final officially began, and the huge cheers drowned out his concern.

Ludo Bagman chanted a loud-sounding spell for himself, and his words echoed through the stadium like thunder.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"