Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 463 The ticket is so worth it

After the players passed by, Ludo Bagman introduced the referee of this match, the president of the International Quidditch Federation...a short, lean wizard.

Amid bursts of cheers, he strode toward the arena with a large wooden box under his arm.

Everyone fell silent and held their breath.

The referee stepped on his broomstick and kicked the wooden box away...and then the whistle sounded.

 “Ah…they’re off!” Bagman screamed. Now it’s Mallett who has the ball! Troy! Moran! Passed to Mallett again! Moran! "

 In the top box, Harry no longer remembered the embarrassing behavior just now. He pressed the panoramic telescope tightly on his glasses... because only in this way could he see the game clearly.

Kyle was also staring at the field intently. The speed of those professional players was unbelievable. The chasers kept passing the Quaffle to other players as if it might explode at any time.

 Three Irish chasers were close together and rushed towards the Bulgarian goal post at the same time. The Quaffle kept jumping between them, even Bagman, who was in charge of commentating, was dazzled.

In the end, he simply gave up naming names and shouted directly: "The Irish team used a standard eagle-head offensive formation... It is their specialty... The Bulgarian team has no idea who to intercept... Oh! Boskov's tactics... Moran quoted Opened the Bulgarian batsman Ivanova...she threw the Quaffle to Troy..."

 “Troy scores a goal!” Bagman roared with a loud voice, and the whole audience cheered and the stadium was shaking.

 “10:0, the Irish team leads!”

"It's really amazing. The school competition is nothing compared to this..." Hermione waved the flag in her hand and couldn't help but said, "But I feel like their Bludgers are getting faster..."

 She frowned and recalled carefully.

　　When watching the school game before, she could clearly see the trajectory of the Bludger, but now there were only two blurry shadows.

“This is a game-specific ball.” Cedric explained: “The Firebolt is too fast. If we continue to use the previous ball, the game may be over in five minutes.

 So in order to deal with this situation, the International Quidditch Federation made adjustments to the Bludgers and the Golden Snitch a few months ago to increase their speed. "

 “That’s it.” Hermione nodded and continued to look at the arena.

As analyzed before the game, the Irish team, with three super-class chasers, quickly took advantage at the beginning of the game. Within ten minutes, they scored two more goals, rewriting the score to 30:0.

Mr. Weasley couldn't help but cheer, but for Harry, Ron and Charlie who supported Bulgaria, their laughter was a bit forced.

Fortunately, a few minutes later, two of Bulgaria's batters used bludgers to force them to spread out and prevent them from using some of their best offensive moves. Ivano also took the opportunity to break through their lineup, evade the goalkeeper, and scored for Bulgaria. Scored the first goal.

“Plug your ears, the Veela is going to start dancing again,” said Mr. Weasley.

This time he didn't need to remind him. The moment the Veela jumped up, Harry immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes, so as not to make a fool of himself again.

However, the Bulgarian team's supporters were not happy for long... In the next game, the scores became one-sided.

The Irish team scored five goals in a row and stunned Bulgaria.

But on the other side, Krum also used Wronski's fake move to successfully deceive the Irish team's seeker Linzi. He fell heavily to the ground due to excessive force.

A thud could be heard throughout the stadium, and there were groans and roars from the Irish spectators' seats.

A trained therapist rushed into the field to examine Linzi's injury, while Krum circled a hundred feet above his head, his black eyes scanning the entire court.

He is using the time when Lin Qi is recovering his strength to look for the Golden Snitch without any interference.

“It’s so exciting...” The various fake moves and classic tactics made Fred’s blood boil with excitement. He couldn’t help but say: “I hope the game can last longer.”

 “It’d be better to last five full days like last time,” said George.

"Oh...I don't want..." Percy raised his voice, as if he wanted someone to hear, "If I leave for five days at a time, my file basket will be full of files. Thinking of this, I'm really sad. I shudder." "Yeah, maybe someone stuffed dragon dung into an envelope and mailed it to you again." Fred said.

“That’s a fertilizer sample sent from Norway!” Percy’s face turned red. “It’s not for private individuals!”

"Yeah..." Fred smiled and whispered to Kyle, "That's what we sent him."

His voice was very low, and it was masked by the noise in the stands. No one except Kyle heard it.

Finally, Lin Qi stood up. Amid the cheers of the surrounding supporters, he mounted his Firebolt and jumped into the air again.

The Irish team's chasers reorganized their offensive almost instantly. With their tacit cooperation, the defense on the opposite side was like the field in front of Hogwarts. That was it...

 Twenty minutes later, the Irish team scored five more goals and they now led 130:10.

 The Bulgarian team, which had no harvest, began to become anxious, and the game gradually began to develop in another direction.

Bulgaria's Zograv couldn't help but give Mallet an elbow as she approached the goal post, but the move was too big and was seen by the referee.

 The Irish team takes a penalty kick.

Next, the two Bulgarian batters turned into ruthless swinging machines, swinging wildly and wildly, regardless of whether they were people or Bludgers in front of them.

 Once, Moran was almost knocked off the broom by them.

 Bulgaria committed another foul.

The leprechauns all rose into the air, seeming to celebrate, but also making a rude gesture towards the Veela mockingly.

The Veelas, who were already simmering with anger, couldn't bear it any longer, and their hair exploded in an instant.

 They did not dance, but flew up and threw handfuls of flaming objects towards the leprechauns.

They are not beautiful at all now. Instead, their faces have elongated and turned into pointy bird heads with sharp beaks, and a pair of scale-covered wings are emerging from their shoulders...

"Understand, children, this is what a Veela really looks like." Mr. Weasley's voice drowned out the noise of the crowd below and said with a smile: "So you can never just pursue appearance!"

 Harry and Ron nodded in unison.

 Only Kyle, his eyes brightened even more, and his hand unconsciously touched the deformed lizard skin bag... His box was contained inside.

The battle between the two mascots became increasingly fierce. Wizard officials rushed into the arena and tried to separate the Veela and the leprechaun, but with little success.

At this moment, the fierce battle below is no less than the game going on above. Although the leprechauns can't throw fireballs, they can throw gold coins.

Even if Mou throws a large pile of gold coins with enough force, it will hit a Veela on the head.

 For a time, there were screams from the Veela, the popping sound from the wizard's wand, and the cheers from the supporters of both teams. The scene could be said to be quite lively.

The audience was so happy, but no one told them before the game that they could still watch this... It's worth paying one ticket to watch two performances.

Kyle looked at the game above for a while, and then couldn't help but glance at the Veela and leprechauns who were fighting a roundabout battle with the wizards of the Ministry of Magic. They were very busy.

Had he known before the game, he should have bought a panoramic telescope.

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 (End of this chapter)