Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

It turns out that for the best teams, the broom isn't the game-changer, at least not at all.

After seeing the World Cup in person, Jemini realized that what he had thought before was too simple.

For a Quidditch team, the Seeker is important, but definitely not the most important.

In front of the two teams competing for the championship, the average strength of the Irish team is much higher than that of the Bulgarian team.

Whether it is personal ability, playing style, or the intensity of the confrontation, both sides are not on the same level. If it wasn't for the Bulgarian team and the existence of Krum, then the ending of this game would have been different. Doomed from the start.

The Irish team at this time is like the NBA in the previous life, showing a fierce and domineering energy. Whether it is a strong rush or a cooperation, the movements are very coordinated, as if they have a heart-to-heart with each other.

Soon, the Irish team scored two goals and the score was also pulled to 30:0.

The confrontation on the field became fiercer and more brutal, with Bulgarian batsmen Volkov and Vokanov slamming the Bludgers at the Irish Chasers and trying to stop them. They employ some of the best offenses.

The Irish team was forced to disperse twice, but the offensive did not slow down.

Gathering is a mass of fire, scattered is a sky full of stars.

Probably due to the pressure brought by Krum, they just withstood the offensive impact of the Bulgarian team and stopped the Quaffle again.

whoosh-

40:0.

This is different from the original book. The Bulgarian team was clearly riding the Firebolt, but was suppressed even more tragically by the Irish team.

The Irish leprechauns danced cheerfully and laughed triumphantly, and the Veela on the other side of the arena were so gloomy that they could wring out the water.

Bang!

At the other end of the field, the Irish team's Seeker Lynch was smashed to the ground by Krum's fake trick, and the stands suddenly booed.

"Lonsky feints - such obvious feints can be fooled! You can't see the ball and you can't see the ground? Are you a fucking pig?!"

Less than ten minutes into the game, I was tricked and smashed to the ground.

World Cup final? That's it?

Jemini had to suspect that Lin Qi was an undercover agent sent by the other party.

His roar was clearly heard in the arena, and everyone heard it. Several members of the Irish team nodded apologetically in the direction of Jemini, but Lin Qi didn't hear it, and he was knocked out of breath.

Jemini wasn't the most angry. Behind him, Gwenog was carrying a chair, trying to throw it out on Lynch's head, but was stopped by the rest of the Hobby girls - there were no Quidditch substitutes The argument is, either admit defeat or fight to the death.

The game was suspended for a while, the doctors rushed to the field to treat Lin Qi, and Krum flew into the air and began to search for the Golden Snitch undisturbed.

Although Lin Qi fell to the ground, the Irish players were not disturbed too much. They looked like they were beaten with blood and tried desperately to prevent the Bulgarian team from scoring. Of course, it was not ruled out that they were under pressure from Jemini possibility.

Finally, when Lin Qi stood up again, the Irish team scored two more goals, but unfortunately, the Bulgarian team also ushered in a good start.

The veela across the field danced, but the dance soon stopped and Ireland scored again.

Fifteen minutes later, Ireland scored nine more goals in a row to take a 150-10 lead and the game started to get unscrupulous.

Soon, Bulgaria's chaser fouled, Ireland made a free throw, and Ireland scored.

The leprechauns proudly composed various subtitles, and the veelas shook their hair angrily and began to dance.

"Oh... that's not good." Ludo Bagman laughed: "The referee is fascinated, who will go up and give the referee a slap?"

In the arena, Hassan Mustafa had landed in front of the Veela, flexed and stretched his limbs, showed his muscles, and excitedly stroked his beard. His calf kicked hard.

The referee finally woke up, looked embarrassed, and started yelling at the veelas, who stopped dancing and looked unconvinced.

"Maybe I'm mistaken, Mustafa actually wants to send the Bulgarian team's mascot home!" Bagman laughed: "Oh, we have never seen such a scene, the game may become uncivilized already."

On the field, the Bulgarian batsmen Volkov and Vokanov fell to Mustafa twice. Then, a conflict broke out between the Bulgarian team and the referee. Mustafa played against the Bulgarian team. The protests were indifferent, pointing their fingers up to the sky to signal them to take off again, they refused, and then the referee blew the whistle.

"Two free throws for Ireland!"

The composition of the schadenfreude opposite the leprechauns: Hey! Hey! Hey! The wording, it looks cheap.

Inside the arena, the Bulgarian audience roared angrily.

"Volkov and Vokanov had better get on their brooms... okay... they got on and Troy got the Quaffle."

The game became more and more ferocious. The two Bulgarian batsmen had gone crazy. They were waving their bats regardless of whether they were hit by people or the ball. The other Chasers also began to foul wildly.

Dimitrov hit Moran directly.

"Foul!" Irish fans shouted in unison.

The people in the box where Jemini was going were crazy. Harry was hoarse and waving the Irish flag. Jemini didn't care about his image anymore. A few strands of meticulous hair that had been handled by the wax were scattered. He held Shirley in one hand. Shoulder, bottle in one hand, shouting foul.

"Foul!" Ludo Bagman's loud voice sounded.

In the arena, the referee blew the whistle.

The leprechauns all rose into the air, and this time they turned into a giant hand, making a very rude gesture toward the veelas across the field: a middle finger.

The scene finally got out of control—

The veelas stopped dancing, and they flew across the field and began tossing fiends at the leprechauns.

As Jemini watched, their faces began to elongate into pointed, beaked bird heads, and scaled wings were emerging from their shoulders.

The mascots of the two sides started fighting on the spot.

The May Fourth officials of the Ministry rushed into the arena, trying to separate the Veela from the Leprechauns, but with little success.

But the mascots on both sides are restrained - they only play below, and the game goes on overhead!

Harry held the binoculars, looking up and down.

"Morlan scores again!"

No one cared to cheer, and the arena was filled with screams of veelas, the crackling of wands of ministry officials, and the angry roars of Bulgarians.

Ireland is already one hundred and eighty points, while Bulgaria is only ten...

"I think... Jemini... I need your help." Fudge leaned over to Jemini's side in embarrassment: "The game has turned into a mess..."

Before Jemini could turn around, Irish batsman Quigley slapped Krum in the face with a flying Quaffle.

"yeah!!!"

Deafening complaints came from the audience, Jemini and Gwenog threw their fists in applause, and Fudge was knocked to the ground by Jemini's arm.

Then Jemini turned his head and looked around: "Who called me just now?"