A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

There was a burst of cheers and applause from the audience, which was very lively.

However, the atmosphere in the small box had not melted from freezing, and everyone's expressions were stiff. Harry felt that his forehead didn't hurt so much, but his heart was messed up, and he fell into unreasonable suspicion. He didn't know whether the pain of the scar was related to Barty Crouch, maybe everything was a coincidence...

'What if not? ' A voice came to him, and Harry knew what he was thinking - 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 all right? It was a surprise...but, um," he looked around, looking for something interesting, "what about Bagman? become so spiritual?"

It's true that Ludo Bagman just now looked terrified, but at this moment when he presided over the Quidditch World Cup final, his voice was full of passion and joy, and he seemed to completely forget Fudge.

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

Harry looked sickly towards the field, not interested in the pre-match mascot performance Hermione had mentioned to him, but he was quickly attracted - "It's a Veela!" Mr Weasley hurried Wiping his glasses, he said very knowledgeably.

Seeing a hundred veelas sliding down the field, veelas are women, very beautiful women, and even more than one thought about it: they might not be real people. Veela's skin was glowing, and their hair fluttered in the back of their heads, and they exuded a strong charm. Especially when they started dancing, the charm easily captured the attention of the audience.

Felix smiled and pulled down Aric McGee, who was trying to respond to Veela, who had just suddenly stood on a chair and wanted to do a dance with him. However, he is not the only one who loses his temper. The more unprepared people who see Veela for the first time, the easier it is to be tricked.

Felix's eyes swept across the crowd, the appearance of Veela warmed the atmosphere in the box, Hermione made a loud slap, and she reached out and pulled Harry and Ron back to their seats. "Oh, what are you doing!" she said.

The performance of the Irish Leprechauns was also unforgettable. These little red vests and bearded figures shuttled back and forth from the top of the huge stadium, combining into the shape of various fireworks, and finally they formed a huge, shining tree. The dazzling clover swirled and sprinkled a lot of gold coins above the audience's heads, like golden raindrops.

"Fake," Clemie said, grabbing a gold coin, but she was still eagerly collecting it.

Next, Ludo Bagman enthusiastically introduced the teams on both sides of the game, focusing on the Seekers of each, and when the names of Krum and Lynch appeared, it attracted an enthusiastic response from the audience.

The game begins.

The two national teams showed great strength. They were so fast that people could not see their faces. The field was full of blurred red and green shadows. Ludo Bagman only had time to report their names and tactical names. .

"The Quaffle is in Malette's hands! He passed it to Troy! Now with Moran! Dimitrov! Mallette! Troy again!"

Bagman screamed: "Eagle head attack formation! Watch out... the ball is in! Troy scored, tactically successful, 10-0, Ireland lead!" He shouted passionately, and the audience cheered.

The game continues -

"It's Troy again! The Quaffle is still on Ireland's side! You should have noticed - oh my God! The Irish are playing again! Moran! Mallett!"

"Pokov's baiting technique! Failed... Reverse pass! Wonderful! This time it's Moran!"

Soon, with Ireland leading 30-0, Bagman suddenly shouted: "Look at the two Seekers - Krum and Lynch, what they found, tangled up - oh shit! The therapist comes on. Lynch fell to the ground! That's a fake! Game suspended!"

Clemie raised the binoculars and asked curiously, "What's going on? What about the Golden Snitch, what were those two guys doing just now?"

Aric McKee said excitedly: "It was Lonsky's fake action, pretending to spot the Snitch, suddenly diving, attracting the opponent to follow up, and then—" He pointed to Lynch, who was dizzy off the court and seemed to be stepping on a cloud. , his nose and face were full of blood, "That's the result of the loser, this damn bad luck." He scolded in a low voice.

Felix stared at the arena. Krum, who had won this hard power competition, was hovering high in the stadium, using the rare and undisturbed time to search for the Golden Snitch.

After a few minutes, Lynch recovered and the game continued.

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

"Yeah, it's so intense, I've never seen such a good game." Aric McKee agreed.

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

As the score widened, various small movements appeared on the court, and Bagman continued to perform his duties of hosting and commenting, "The Bulgarian team has too much elbow movement, a typical foul... Yes, the referee blew the whistle, and he gave Got a free throw!"

The smell of gunpowder outside the stadium was also strong, and the mascots and supporters of the two teams shouted angrily and kept waving their fists. But the score in an irreversible trend widened to 140:10.

"This game is really right!" Ron said excitedly, watching the fierce game while taking time to watch the fight between Veela and the leprechauns in a corner of the field, "It doesn't look good for Veela to get angry, but, Whatever! Kick that bearded ass, yes!"

"Ron—"

At this time, there was a burst of exclamation on the field, and the Irish team's Seeker Lynch suddenly accelerated and dived. Through the binoculars, you could see the blood stains on his nose, followed by Krum.

Bagman exclaimed, "Both Seekers sped up suddenly! Could it be a fake this time? Lynch's revenge? Oh--they're getting faster, not slowing down! Not slowing down! I saw the Snitch-- —"

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

The two Seekers dashed side by side, swooping toward the ground, each with one hand outstretched, trying to stretch their arms—

"boom!"

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

Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170 flashed on the scoreboard, and the audience didn't seem to realize what was going on.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Bagman said dazedly: "The Bulgarian Seeker Krum caught the Snitch, but...the score was still ahead of Ireland—"

He double-checked his eyes, and was then surrounded by a huge ecstasy: "Ireland wins! Thirty years later! God, I don't think anyone expected it to end like this!"

"I really didn't expect it," Felix muttered, "the game is over in less than an hour, who would have thought! Arik, Cremy, Remus... we should go, get ready for the light show, maybe tomorrow. The audience dispersed."

"Mr. Haipu, can I stay, just for a while, I want to see the pictures of them awarding awards." Arik requested.

"Okay, come back later," Felix said. "Creme, Remus, how about you?"

Neither of them were very interested in awarding awards, so they left with Felix. As they passed the Malfoys, Draco greeted reservedly, "Hello, Professor Hep." He was wearing a straight black suit with hair. Neatly taken care of.

"Hello." Felix nodded at him with a smile, "I look forward to your performance this year."

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

Lucius Malfoy looked uncomfortable, and couldn't help clenching his cane, "Yes, of course, I'll give you an answer." Narcissa was surprised by her husband's attitude and looked at him suspiciously.

Lucius shook his head without explaining anything.

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

"So you know English!" said Fudge angrily, "but you let me gesturing here all day!"

"Hey, don't you think it's funny," said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging his shoulders.

It's funny... Fudge is panting heavily, his nose widens, and he can't wait to punch this guy, if it weren't for him, the shit before him wouldn't have happened...

Calm down, Fudge also felt that Crouch's attitude was a little wrong. Could it be that the recent pressure is too much?

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

Fudge's expression suddenly turned brilliant, and a smile spread across the Bulgarian minister's face.

Felix dragged her downstairs quickly and passed the auditorium. The top box where they had been was illuminated by magic, and Ludo Bagman had begun to welcome the two teams of Quidditch players into the box.

Ireland's supporters let out deafening cries of celebration, while Bulgaria's supporters looked distraught, and they have not yet recovered from the blow.

From a neutral point of view, Cremy said: "They are indeed pitiful, they are behind by a big score... I was looking forward to a turnaround, but the turnaround really came, but they couldn't be reversed..."

"Vera—" Felix said.

Three or two Bulgarian fans glared at her, and she shrugged her shoulders and ducked to the other side of Felix.

Lupin walked behind, smiling.

When they came to the ground, the winner's team was soaring over the stadium, and the Irish players circled the field in the company of the mascot.

"Finally, there was no crowding," Lupin said. "We were totally in time."

Felix murmured: "I'm just worried that the fans who lose the game will cause trouble, and I hope the Ministry of Magic will do more."