Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

Jemini was whistling here, and the faces of Harry, Ron and Draco beside him were full of amazement.

The skin of the Veela is like the moon, glowing with a bright and soft light, the smooth long hair is windless and automatic behind them, and the faces are delicate and not like real people, just like elves coming out of a story.

The music sounded abruptly, and the boys beside Jemini fell into a sluggishness.

Fred and George's eyes were a little red, and the two of them suddenly stood still, their faces struggled, as if they were doing some difficult struggle.

And the three of Harry—they seemed to be thinking of something beautiful.

A seductive magic quietly attacked Jemini, who snorted lightly, swept over with a faint pressure, and directly crushed the magic.

Harry, who was beside him, had no such good luck. He slowly moved, and one leg was straddling the railing. Ron simply stood directly on the railing and made a move to dive.

Draco was quite a gentleman, and from the way he looked, it seemed that he planned to take off his clothes before jumping off.

"What are they doing?" Hermione frowned in surprise.

"I'm fascinated by the veela, you know, the veela is born with its own charm and magic. If you are not prepared, you will be directly attacked." Jemini took out the camera, clicked at the three of them, and photographed their heroic.

The organizer obviously also realized that the Veela was randomly discharging, and they stopped the music of the backing dancers, and Harry and the three finally woke up.

The stadium was full of angry roars, people were reluctant to leave Veela, at the same time, most of the wizards who supported the Irish team suddenly fell to the Bulgarian team, some impatient even started to tear up the Irish team shamrock logo on their bodies.

Ron had already torn, but was stopped by Mr. Weasley, who had rushed in.

He looked at Ron and Harry gently: "I guessed that you would be affected, but I think you should still need this thing for a while."

The two finally came back to their senses...

"The performance just now was amazing, wasn't it? For example, Harry was jumping off the railing in excitement, Ron was about to dive, Draco was undressing—"

With a gentle smile on his face, Jemini took out a few photos: "Come and see, Harry's mouth is still drooling, tsk tsk, so cute~"

"How much did I pay for it, thank you..." Harry rushed over embarrassedly.

Very easily, Jemini received twenty Galleons.

In a short time, he only took two or three pictures, otherwise he could sell anything for fifty Galleons. Beside him, Hermione reluctantly pulled Harry back to his seat to prevent him from jumping out again.

"Now, please hold your wand in the air and welcome the Irish national team mascot!"

Ludo's voice sounded over the stadium, and then, with a swish, a huge, green and gold thing flew into the stadium like a giant comet.

The thing flew around the hall, and then split into two smaller comets, each rushing towards a set of goalposts, and an arched rainbow suddenly appeared across the field, connecting the two large shining balls. .

As if watching a fireworks show, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

At the same time, the rainbow faded, and the large spheres of shimmering interconnected and merged to form a giant, gleaming clover.

The clover flew high and began to hover in the sky, and thousands of golden lights were scattered from the clover to the auditorium, like golden raindrops.

Jemini could see clearly that the golden raindrops were made of gold coins.

"Great!" Ron shouted, frantically grabbing the gold coins that fell in the box.

Jemini was indifferent.

"Here! I'll pay you back! Haha!" Ron grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed it into Harry's arms, probably to pay back the money Harry had bought him for his telescope and the photos just now.

"Why don't you grab it?" Hermione caught a few gold coins that fell, looked at Jemini and laughed: "I thought you would control everyone at this time, and then take all the gold coins by yourself."

"The thing that magic changes is to make you have a good time." Jemini said in a low voice: "It will disappear in two days."

Hermione understood, no wonder this guy looked so calm.

After a long time, the huge clover in the sky finally disappeared, and the Irish leprechauns who formed the clover slowly fell to the field and sat cross-legged opposite the Veela, ready to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce you to Dimitrov!"

A red figure on a broomstick flew into the arena from the stadium entrance, and Bulgarian fans cheered wildly in the stands.

"Ivanova!"

"Zograf! Vlesky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next up - Krum!"

"It's him! It's him—"

Ron let out a frantic roar, his panoramic telescope desperately chasing Krum's figure.

Jemini just opened the three-hooked jade writing wheel, and he clearly saw the situation on the field.

Viktor Klum is dark and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a large hooked nose, and two thick black eyebrows. He looks completely different from the movie, and his overly mature face makes him Jemini had a hard time believing he was only eighteen now.

Jemini frowned, these guys were riding Firebolts...

In the original book, they did not ride Firebolts, but now Firebolts have been rolled out in Europe, and many national teams are riding Firebolts. Obviously, the Bulgarian team is not stupid.

This made Jemini a little uncertain, and they might not lose this time.

"Now, please welcome--Irish National Quidditch!" Bagman shouted loudly: "It's Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And -Lin Qi!"

"And our referee today, the well-respected president of the International Quidditch Federation, Hassan Mustafa, who flew thousands of miles from Egypt!"

A short, lean wizard walked into the arena, dressed in golden robes, completely bald on the top of his head, but with a thick beard.

A silver whistle sticks out from under his beard, and he has a large wooden box under one arm and his broom under the other.

Then he got on his broom, kicked open the wooden box, and the four balls jumped into the air. Immediately after, Mustas blew his whistle and followed the balls into the air.

The game is on!

The Irish players grabbed the Quaffle almost immediately, and then, passed, passed, passed.

The Quaffle was passed on by the Irish players, and Ludo Bagman, the commentator, only had time to call out their names.

"Eagle head offensive formation..." Jemini raised his eyebrows.

Among the people present, only his eyes could clearly keep up with the progress of the game.

Sudden--

"Troy scored!" Bagman roared loudly, and the audience immediately cheered.

"10:0, Ireland ahead!"