HP Magic Biography

Now, without delay, let me introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian team!

On the right side of the shelf, a bright red tackle rushed out.

I wonder what they brought? said Mr. Weasley, leaning forward.

Vela... Fan Lin whispered, and only Hermione could hear it.

Ah! Mr. Weasley suddenly took off his glasses and stuffed them hastily into his robes, Vela!

But Harry's question was answered when a hundred veela slid onto the plaza. Why did Mr. Weasley take off his glasses.

Veela were women...the most beautiful women Harry had ever seen...but they were definitely not human. This puzzled Harry for a moment, and he tried his best to guess what they were? What makes their skin as white and bright as moonlight? What made their golden hair fly when there was no wind...but when the music started, Harry stopped being bothered that they weren't human.

In fact, everyone present who was staring at the veela began to stop worrying about anything.

The veela started dancing. The minds of those people went blank, immersed in joy.

The most important thing now is to watch the veela dance, because if they stop dancing, terrible things will happen.

As the veela danced faster and faster, some wild, shapeless thoughts began to dance in Harry's confused mind. He wanted to do something impressive right away. Jumping from the box into the gym seems like a good idea, but?

Harry, what are you doing? Hermione's voice came from afar.

You should keep calm and use what I gave you.

Fan Lin tapped Harry's head lightly with his fingertips, and Harry felt his spirit relax.

Malfoy turned his head in a timely manner. If this was at Hogwarts, then a considerable amount of ridicule would naturally be inevitable.

However, this is the official box of the Ministry of Magic, and children's conflicts should not be placed here.

As if feeling that Fan Lin was looking at him, Malfoy responded viciously, but soon his eyes shrank back.

It should be Lucius and Narcissa who gave Draco courage, anyway,

This is also impossible to say.

Thanks, I'll keep an eye on it, said Harry, regaining his sanity, but he was afraid to admire those cheerful but powerful veela anymore.

Those are Veela. Fan Lin said, he unconsciously thought of Furong.

Vela? Harry was puzzled for a moment, then turned his gaze to the woman in the arena again, and then...

Soon the music was over, though, and Harry blinked. He was standing with one leg resting on the wall of the box. Beside him, Ron froze as if he'd just dived off a diving board.

Angry yells filled the stadium. Everyone does not want Veela to go. Harry was like them too. Of course he can support Bulgaria, and he has no idea why he wears a green shamrock on his chest. Meanwhile, Ron was casually tearing the shamrock off his hat.

Mr. Weasley smiled, leaned towards Ron, and took the hat from him.

You're going to need it, he said, once the Irish start talking.

Oh? Ron opened his mouth wide and looked at the veela lined up on the side of the square.

Hermione yelled impatiently, Hush! She stood up, pulled Harry back to his seat, and said, Be honest! Fan Lin pulled you over just now, but you...

Sorry, but... I just want to see clearly...

Don't take part in the Veela dance. Fan Lin said, It's scary.

Scary? Harry couldn't believe it, but how could it be...

Harry pointed to those beautiful and outrageous young ladies, but recalled that he had lost control twice...

In human form, they are beautiful young women who dance under the moon in midsummer nights in tulle. A man who is infatuated with them forgets everything in the world, eats, drinks, and sleeps. If there is that unfortunate person To join them when the veela dances is to keep dancing until you die from exhaustion. If one accidentally walks into the fairy ring, where the veela once danced, doom and disease will surely Will always follow that person. Although Veela is sometimes friendly to human beings, treating diseases and predicting human beings, but they have a strong temper, and they will not tolerate being deceived, especially those who do not keep their promises , they will punish them severely.

Become human?'

Those are magical creatures. Fan Lin said, Although there are some that combine with humans, you would never want to see a Veela as a magical creature.

The appearance of magical creatures... Harry and Ron swallowed.

When the veela gets out of control, their head will become the head of a bird with a sharp beak and a pair of scaled wings growing from their shoulders, and they will rush towards it like a fireball. Van Lin gestured, as if these veela were really going to rush over.

Harry shivered in fright, but Ron didn't take it seriously, these beautiful ladies...

This is magic common sense...

Fan Lin shook his head. He didn't want to cause too many disputes. With this time, Fan Lin might as well...

Forget it, Furong's words are still too scary, scary creatures.

Now, Ludwig said. Bagmund's voice sounded again, Please raise your wands...

Because the mascot of the Irish team is about to play!

The next second, what looked like a big green and gold comet was buzzing into the gym. It circled the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each headed towards the goal. A rainbow suddenly appeared on the square, connecting the two balls. There were constant wow and ah sounds from the crowd, as if watching a fireworks display. Now that the rainbow has faded, the two glowing balls have re-fused into one body. They formed a huge, glittering shamrock, which rose into the sky and began to fly over it, and something like golden rain fell.

Brilliant! exclaimed Ron. Shamrocks flew above them, and heavy gold coins fell, scattering over their heads and seats. Glancing at the clover, Harry saw that it consisted of thousands of small, bearded figures in red vests, each holding a gold or green lamp.

This is the elf! Fan Lin said, and now he seemed to be playing the role of explaining.

Intense applause rang out in the arena, and the crowd was turbulent. Many people did not hesitate to fight for the gold under the chairs.

This is for you, Ron yelled happily, stuffing a hand full of gold coins into Harry's hand, Here's the money for the telescope, now you have to buy me a Christmas present, haha!

Those are all fake, Ron. Fan Lin said helplessly, These will turn into his original things the next day, some waste.

Whatever, anyway, now...

Uninformed bumpkin...

The dissonant voice finally sounded.

Let him pick it up, he can't have so many in his life. Malfoy's voice sounded, he was already very close to several people unconsciously, this voice did not attract Fudge's attention, he was Accompany the Bulgarians.

You're still so annoying, Malfoy. Fan Linpo felt a little helpless. After seeing so many troubles, he now felt that Draco was really bored and anxious.

However, it seems to be good as a life adjustment.

How happy are the second-force youths...

I hate it? Malfoy saw that it was Fan Lin who spoke, and he didn't choose to be stubborn. In fact, it was also linked to strength.

You have to know where this is, the box of the Ministry of Magic officials, all the big figures of the Ministry of Magic are sitting here...

You count too? Fan Lin asked back.

My dad is. Draco froze for a moment, he said this, but then he blushed, as if he had been suffocated.

Really... Fan Lin shook his head.

Malfoy wanted to attack Fan Lin, but when he thought about all the oppression Fan Lin had put on him, even with Lucius and Narcissa around, he didn't dare to push Fan Lin too hard.

He had four more years at Hogwarts.

However, what kind of mentality is this?

Malfoy wanted to shift his target to Ron and Harry, but Ron's father was from the Ministry of Magic, and Van Lin's grandfather...

A powerful minister of the magic division with real power is much stronger than a minister like Fudge.

Of course Lucius could inquire clearly, and for unnecessary trouble, he also reminded Draco.

Now it's just Harry, but...

If you have any questions about my godson, boy... I wouldn't mind having an in-depth discussion with your dad.

Sirius, a luxurious and corrupt aristocrat running long distance, walked into the box from the outside. As a hero in the magic world, of course he has a place here.

Sirius didn't lower his voice. Naturally, the movement here attracted the attention of Lucius and his party.

Oh, Black, you're here. Fudge looked very enthusiastic, he hugged Sirius, and invited him to sit beside him.

Thank you, Minister. Sirius gave a warm hug.

Although it was full of flaws, Fan Lin had to admit that sometimes, Sirius could still give him some surprises, provided that this guy didn't let him go.

Get angry with a child, Blake... I have to suspect... Lucius said with a gloomy face.

I have to doubt the way of education of the Malfoy family. Maybe it needs some improvement, and some unnecessary ones should be eliminated... Sirius said.

Lucius sneered.

Blake, I'm so glad you can come... Fudge hurriedly came out to divert the topic away, Sirius was so happy, he had to give this immediate boss some face.

Lucius called Malfoy back, and it didn't look like he was too happy to be so deflated.

Harry seemed to want to have a word with his godfather, after all, he hadn't seen Sirius in the whole vacation... However, it seemed that Sirius didn't have time now.

Isn't he not coming? Hermione said dissatisfied.

He has to come, such an important gathering, as the new hero of the wizarding world... Fan Lin complained, Let's watch the game, he doesn't have time now, maybe we should teach him a good lesson later.

The resolution was quickly passed by three votes. Ron didn't know what was going on. He thought he was going to teach Malfoy a lesson, which made Ron very excited.

And now, ladies and gentlemen! Let us give you a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team!

Bagman said.

A bright red figure riding on a broom appeared at the entrance amidst huge applause. Avenu!

A second player appeared.

Joglaive! Leski! Vilconu! Volkov! Ah! Krum!

It's him, it's him! Ron shouted, and everyone's attention was quickly diverted.

Ron stared at Krum through his binoculars. Harry also immediately adjusted his focus.

Viktor Krum was a thin black man with a crooked nose and dark black eyebrows.

He looks very old. It's hard to believe he's only eighteen.

Now, let's welcome—the Irish Quidditch team! cried Bagmon, and enter—Knonley! Lane! Trollo! Morritt! Moran! Quick Gurley! Ah!

Lyons!

Seven people in green clothes appear in the square. Harry turned the switch next to the binoculars, slowing down the movement of the players, and saw the writing on the brooms of the players, and the names emblazoned in silver on their backs.

This is Heisen Mostov, a referee from Egypt not far away, recognized by the Magic International Quidditch Association!

A thin wizard strode into the square. He was completely bald, had a moustache like Mr. Dursley's, and wore a bodice of solid gold that matched the colors of the gymnasium.

He carried a silver whistle between his teeth, and carried a large wooden box under one arm, and his broom on the other.

Harry and Ron adjusted their binoculars back to normal again, and saw Mostov get on his broom and open the wooden box clearly—four balls bounced into the air, bright red ones called Quaffles, Two black Bludgers, and a small, winged Snitch.

At the sound of a whistle, Mostev also flew into the air.

He... they..., start! Bagmon shouted. This is Morriet! Trollo!

Moran! Dimitri! Back to Morriet! Tello! Lesky! Moran!

This is Quidditch, Fan Lin has never played it before. Still, it looks good too.

Harry was also tense, holding the binoculars tightly in front of his eyes, and his glasses were pressed against the bridge of his nose by the binoculars. The speed of the players was unbelievable - the Quaffle was passed between the pursuers so quickly that Bagmon only had time to say their names.

Harry rolled the slow down button on the binoculars and hit the repeat button, so that he could immediately see the slow motion. The lens was shining purple, and the loud shouts shook his eardrums.

Eagle attack mode, said Harry.

Fan Lin looked over in a vague way. The three Irish chasers stood closely together. Trolo was in the middle, and Mollyte and Moran were slightly in front. They defended the Bulgarians together. Then Trolo pretended to throw The Quaffle, distracted the Bulgarian Chaser Ivenu, and hastened the Quaffle to Moran, a Bulgarian attacker, Folkov, who lashed the flying Rovers hard with his stick Ball, hit it to Moran's side, and Moran ducked, dodged the Bludger, and threw the Quaffle hard; Lines below him caught it.