Chapter 339

The audience erupted with a buzz of cheers and applause.

However, the atmosphere inside the small box had not yet melted from the freezing point, and everyone’s face looked stiff. Harry felt his forehead didn’t hurt that much anymore, but his heart went into turmoil, caught in an unexplainable suspicion, he didn’t know if the pain of the scar is related to Barty Crouch, or maybe everything was just a coincidence …

‘But what if it’s not?’ A voice appeared in the back of his mind and Harry knew what he had thought of – first-year Professor Quirrell.

‘But Mr. Crouch did not wear a large scarf on his head!’

Ron put a hand on Harry’s shoulder, ”Hey Harry, are you alright? It was certainly quite unexpected just now … but, um,” he looked around to find something interesting, “Say, how did Bagman get so spirited?”

Indeed, just now Ludo Bagman also seemed fidgety, but at the moment when he is hosting the final of the Quidditch World Cup, his voice is full of passion and joy, and he seems to have left Fudge completely behind.

“… Let’s welcome the Bulgarian National Team’ mascot!”

Harry looked weakly at the field, with little interest in the pre-tournament mascot show which Hermione had mentioned to him, but soon his attention got drawn to it – “Surprisingly, it’s Veela!” Mr. Weasley hurriedly wiped his glasses.

Only to see a hundred of Veela glide onto the field, Veela were a group of women, charming women, more than one person may have even considered the possibility: that they are probably just their fantasy as they’re that beautiful. Their skin glistened, their hair fluttered animatedly behind their heads, and they exuded a strong charm. Especially when they began to dance, this charm easily captured the attention of the audience.

Felix smiled as he pulled Eric McKee down, who was trying to jump towards Veela, as he had just suddenly stood up on a chair and wished that he could dance with them. But he wasn’t the only one who lost his cool, as it is easy to fall prey to Veela when you meet them for the first time without any defence.

Felix’s eyes skimmed over the crowd, the presence of Veela warmed up the atmosphere in the box, and Hermione made a very loud smacking sound as she reached out to pull Harry and Ron back into their seats. “Geez, what’s wrong with you guys!” She said.

This was followed by a memorable performance by the Irish Leprechaun, little men in red vests and beards who weaved back and forth from above the huge stadium, combined with various sparkling lights, then eventually they formed a huge, shiny, eye-catching clover that hovered over the audience as they sprinkled large amounts of gold coins like golden raindrops.

“Fake.” Clammy said as she grabbed a gold coin, but she still collected it with gusto.

Next, Ludo Bagman enthusiastically introduced both teams, highlighting each team’s Seekers, drawing an enthusiastic response from the crowd as Krum and Lynch’s names were mentioned.

The match began.

The two National teams showed great strength, they were so fast that you couldn’t see their faces, covering the field with blurred shades of red and green, and Ludo Bagman only had time to announce their names and tactics names.

“The ball is in Mullet’s hands! He passed it to Troy! Now it’s with Moran! Darren! Mullet! Again Troy!”

Bagman screams, “Eaglehead offensive line! Watch out … The ball is in! Troy scores, the play is successful. with10:0, Irish leads!” He bellowed with passion as the crowd cheered and applauded.

The game continued –

“It’s Troy again! The Quaffle is still with the Irish team! You should have noticed – oh, my God! The Irish are organizing their offence again! Moran! Mullet!”

“Bait-and-switch! It didn’t work … Brilliant! Backward pass! This time it’s Moran!”

Soon the Irish were leading 30-0 when Bagman suddenly shouted, “Look at the Seekers – Krum and Lynch, they’ve found something, tangled up – oh, crap! The healer is on the field! Lynch fell to the ground! That’s a fake! The game is suspended!”

Clammy raised her omnioculars and asked curiously, “What’s going on? Where is the Golden Snitch, what were those two guys even just done?”

Eric McKee said excitedly, “It was Lynch who faked it, pretended to spot the flying Golden Snitch, then suddenly dived to attract his opponent to follow up, and then-” He pointed to Lynch who looked dizzy as if he was stepping on a cloud in the field, his nose and face were covered with blood.

Felix stared at the field, where Krum, who had won this hard-fought bout, is hovering high above the stadium, using this rare, uninterrupted time to search for the Golden Snitch.

A few minutes later, Lynch recovered and the match continued.

“It was intense …,” Felix said as he halted, as the Irish scored ten more goals in a row in the span of just ten minutes. They now lead the game by 130-10.

“Yeah, it was so intense, I’ve never seen such a great game.” Eric McKee agreed.

“… The light show won’t be very effective if it ends too soon.” Felix finished his sentence and Eric choked upon hearing it, opening his mouth several times not knowing how to respond as Clammy giggled.

As the score widened, there were various small actions on the court, and Bagman continued to perform his duties as host and commentator, “Bulgaria’s elbow move was too wide, a typical foul … Yes, the referee blew the whistle, and he gave the penalty!”

The smell of gunpowder was also strong off the field, as mascots and supporters of both teams let out angry yells and kept waving their fists. But the score expanded to 140:10 with an irreversible trend.

“This game is really coming to the right place!” Ron said excitedly, watching the fierce match while taking the time to watch the fight between Veela and the Leprechauns in one corner of the field, “Veela doesn’t seem to look that good when she gets mad, but the Hell with it! Kick that bearded midget’s ass, that’s right!”

“Ron -”

At that moment there was a shout from the pitch as Irish Seeker Lynch suddenly accelerated and dived, the bloodstains remaining on his nose still visible through the omnioculars, with Krum following closely behind him.

Bagman bellowed, “Two Seekers suddenly accelerating! Could this be a fake move? Is it Lynch’s revenge? Oh – they’re getting faster and faster, without slowing down! No Deceleration! I see the Golden Snitc-”

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

The two Seekers dived toward the ground, side by side, both with one hand outstretched, stretching their arms as far as they could –

“Bang!”

Lynch fell heavily on the ground as Krum hovered up, clutching the Golden Snitch in his hand.

The scoreboard flashed showing the score, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the crowd didn’t seem to realize what exactly happened.

After a few seconds of dazedness, Bagman said, “Bulgaria’s Seeker Krum has caught the golden snitch, but … the score is still with the Irish team on the lead -”

He double-checked, then he immediately got overwhelmed with a huge wave of ecstasy: “Irish Team win! Thirty years after! Gosh, I don’t think anyone saw this coming!”

“No one saw it coming,” Felix muttered, “the game was over in less than an hour, who would have thought! Eric, Clammy, Remus … we should go and prepare for the light show, maybe tomorrow the audience will disperse.”

“Mr. Hap, can I stay, just for a moment, I want to take the footage of them presenting the awards.” Eric pleaded.

“Okay, then you can come back later.” Felix said, ” Clammy, Remus, what about you?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Neither of them are really interested in the awards and followed Felix out, they passed the Malfoys when Draco greeted them modestly, “Hello, Professor Hap.” He dressed in a slate black suit and his hair neatly groomed.

“Hello.” Felix smiled and nodded at him, “I’m looking forward to seeing what you have to offer this year.”

He glanced at Lucius next to him and walked past him, saying in a small, kind voice, “Think about what we discussed before … I’m still waiting for your response, Lucius.”

Lucius Malfoy looked uncomfortable and couldn’t help but clench his cane, ” Of course, I will give you an answer.” Narcissa was surprised by her husband’s attitude and looked at him suspiciously.

Lucius shook his head and did not explain much.

On the way out of the box, Felix and the others heard the Bulgarian Minister speaking calmly, “I would say that our boys fought bravely.”

“So you know English!” Fudge said in exasperation, “But you’ve made me gesticulate here all day!”

“Hey, that’s fun.” The Bulgarian Minister shrugged his shoulders and said.

Fun … Fudge gasped, his nose dilated, wanting to punch this guy, if it wasn’t for him all that shit wouldn’t have happened before …

Calm down, Fudge also felt that Crouch’s attitude was a bit off, was it because of the recent stress?

When Clammy passed by the front row, she coincidentally said to Felix, “Ha~ I heard this uncle’s perfect pronunciation just before and thought I heard it wrong …”

Fudge’s expression suddenly became wonderful, and that Bulgarian Minister had a smile on his face.

Felix pulled her and quickly went downstairs, passing through the layers of the audience. The top-tier box that they had been in earlier is illuminated with magic, and Ludo Bagman has begun welcoming both Quidditch teams into the box.

There were deafening celebrations from the Irish supporters, while the fans supporting the Bulgarian team had a dejected look on their faces; they hadn’t gotten over the blow.

Clammy said, “They are indeed pathetic, falling behind by a large margin … expecting a turnaround to happen, then when the turnaround actually happened, they still can’t reverse the outcome …”

“Vera-” said Felix.

Three or two Bulgarian fans glared at her, and as an afterthought, she hunched her shoulders and ducked to Felix’s other side.

Lupin smiled and walked behind.

When they reached the ground level, the stadium buzzed with a procession of champions flying around the field, accompanied by their mascots.

“Finally, there is no crowd.” Lupin said, “We’re totally in time.”

Felix muttered, “I just worry about the losing fans making a mess, I hope the Ministry of Magic gives a damn.”

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