Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

On the field, the referee Mustafa's broom was ignited by the flames thrown by the Veela and flew around in panic.

In the audience, complaints and cheers were mixed, Jemini turned around and looked at Fudge apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Minister..."

"Ah...it's okay." Fudge covered his nose and stood up against the railing. "Can you help me solve the chaos on the field? Just separate those veelas and leprechauns..."

"Looks like it shouldn't be necessary, sir."

Jemini said loudly and turned away.

"What? What's wrong?" Fudge hurriedly followed Jemini's gaze.

Over the field, the Irish Seeker Lynch, who was circling, made a very fast dive and flew downwards rapidly.

"It's not a Lansky fake this time!" Harry shouted excitedly, reaching out to pat Jemini on the shoulder: "He saw the Snitch! He saw it, look!"

"I fucking saw it!" Jemini grabbed Harry's excited paw and threw it aside.

The audience also quickly realized what was going on, with Irish supporters standing up, setting off a green wave again, screaming to cheer Lynch.

"Will he catch it?" Fudge looked expectantly in Lynch's direction, apparently also a supporter of the Irish team.

Jemini shook his head.

Behind Lynch, Krum had already accelerated in a straight line to catch up, and soon he was level with him.

The same Firebolt, Jemini felt that the two of them were not riding the same broom. Whether it was the handling ability or the courage when accelerating, Krum was obviously much stronger than Lynch.

Compared to Krum, who is chasing after a lion like a lion, Lynch seems to be a lot of rookies.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione shouted.

"No!" Ron roared loudly.

"Lynch will!" Jemini and Harry said in unison.

It turned out that the two of them, who were both Seekers, knew the Seeker better, Lynch fell hard on the ground a second time, and a group of angry Veela immediately swarmed around.

"What a fucking dish!" Jemini grabbed the green hat on Harry's head and threw it on the ground.

"Where's the Snitch? Where's the Snitch?" Charlie called out from the next box.

"Krum! Krum caught the Snitch!" Harry didn't care about the hat being thrown, and shouted, pointing in Krum's direction.

Over the arena, Krum had a nosebleed, he flew into the air, raised his fist high, and there was a little golden light between his fingers.

Scores flashed on the scoreboard.

Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 180.

A lot of spectators didn't seem to realize what was going on, but soon, the discussion on the field became louder and louder, like a tsunami wave after wave, and the supporters of the Irish team burst into countless joyful expressions. shouting wildly.

"Fortunately, my teammates are strong, Lynch is a pig!" Gwenog spat, and then joined the cheers.

"The Irish team won the game!" Bagman's voice sounded over the field.

"Krum caught the Snitch - but Ireland won - jeez, I don't think anyone expected it to end like this."

"We expected it!" Fred and George shouted in unison.

"Why does he want to catch the Snitch now?" Ron exclaimed, puzzled. "He's so stupid to end the game with Ireland leading a hundred and seventy points."

"Actually, this is the smartest decision, at least getting them a decent amount of respect." Jemini shook his head: "The further you drag on, the gap in points will only get bigger, and the gap between the two sides' pursuits is too great. , and the mentality of the Bulgarian team has exploded."

"That's right, the Irish pursuers are too strong, Krum just wants to end the game on his own terms, that's it..." Harry shouted.

"He's really brave, isn't he?" Hermione asked.

"Is he better than me in your eyes?" Jemini tilted his head and looked at her.

"Of course not, but this is not your arena after all..."

Before she finished speaking, Jemini blocked her mouth.

The twins next to them smacked their lips in disgust: "Can't you all be late and find a place where no one else is?"

"Sorry, no." Jemini let go of Hermione and licked her lips.

"Have you seen the seals? You two are like two seals fighting for grapes." George spread his hands.

Snapped!

George was punched by Hermione and screamed in pain.

On the field, the leprechauns were ecstatically dressed on the field, and the veelas also returned to their beautiful appearance, but they all looked downcast, and Krum's face looked very gloomy. No one was allowed near him, even the doctor was expelled by him.

"If he was in the Irish team, Ireland could sweep the world this year." Jemini shook his head: "There are pig teammates on both sides, which is really impossible."

Green flags were waved all over the stadium and the Irish national anthem was played from all directions.

"The national anthem of the Muggle society? Interesting..." Jemini smiled.

It seems that although the wizards do not recognize the Muggle society, they still have an inseparable sense of belonging to the country.

"Now, with the Irish players walking around the field in the company of their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup trophy has been delivered to the top box." Bagman's voice sounded like a bell.

A bright light shone into the box next door, where Fudge was sitting, giving all the audience a clear view of what was going on in the box.

The two panting ignorantly carried a large trophy into the box and handed it to Fudge, who looked a little unhappy because the Bulgarian minister behind him played him the whole time by pretending to not understand English. God, make him feel like a monkey.

"Let's applaud warmly and welcome the Bulgarian players who have been defeated and proud to come to power!" Bagman shouted loudly.

The seven defeated Bulgarian team members went upstairs and entered the box, and the audience below applauded and cheered.

"It's a very exciting game, even if you lose." Jemini applauded and gave a very pertinent evaluation.

There was another deafening cheer from the stands after Bagman called out their names, mostly to Krum, of course.

The Irish team members came on stage next. Lynch was supported by Moran and Connolly. His eyes were dazed and scattered.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fox..." Moran glanced apologetically at Jemini as he passed by.

Although the game won or lost has nothing to do with Jemini, but they really can't offend Jemini, at least on this British island, they can't offend.

Besides, Lynch's two falls were really stupid. A Seeker who came to participate in the World Cup, but he couldn't even do a quick stop, and he fell twice!

Don't say anything, prepare to retire after the game.