Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

The atmosphere of the game has reached a feverish stage. The two batsmen of the Bulgarian team waved their sticks wildly, regardless of whether they were people or balls next to them. If you want to watch the full version for free, please search on Baidu

Until a Bulgarian player deliberately rushed into the Irish team's formation and knocked the Irish team's Moran dizzy with a very obvious foul gesture. The Irish fans in the field shouted a foul, and the referee awarded a foul. A free throw for Ireland.

The group of little leprechauns all rose into the air, and the golden light formed a huge hand, raising its middle finger towards the group of Veela opposite.

The Veela went crazy and lost control in an instant. They didn't dance anymore this time, they just flew across the arena and started throwing handfuls of flaming objects towards the leprechauns.

At this time, they turned into a pair of pointed bird heads, and a pair of scaly wings were emerging from their shoulders.

"Understood, children." Mr. Weasley still teaches by words and deeds: "So you can never just pursue appearance."

"Normally, Veela will only show their beautiful side in front of the people they like." Egg muttered in a low voice, and Hermione rolled her eyes fiercely.

Mr. Weasley: ""

The bully is so annoying

Wizard officials and Aurors rushed into the arena, trying to separate the leprechauns and Veela who were fighting in the arena, but it didn't seem to be of much use. The competition was still going on above the arena, while the Veela and dwarves were on the ground below. The demons fought fiercely.

Several minutes passed, and the people in the box could not even hear the explanation clearly. The venue was filled with the angry screams of the Veela, the roars of the Bulgarians, and the deafening complaints from the audience.

"Please, Mr. Morriss, help me." Fudge rushed in from outside the box, looking at Egger anxiously.

Egg twitched the corner of his mouth, this old man's head turned really fast.

Also, it seems that the only person in the field who has the ability to directly control the two parties is himself.

Taking a deep breath, Iger pressed himself on the railing in front of the box and roared downward: "Quiet."

The sound was as breathtaking as a bell. The audience in the venue felt as if a lion was roaring in their ears with a loudspeaker, and their heads were buzzing.

Harry rubbed his scalp that was numb from the shock. He always felt that Egg's voice could be heard even by Muggles hundreds of miles away.

"Separate the left and right." Iger clasped his hands together, and then moved his hands very neatly to both sides. The little leprechauns and Veela who were originally shocked by Iger were suddenly thrown left and right by an inexplicable force. Out of the field.

There was an uproar in the stadium. Countless people looked towards Iger's box, and the stadium was full of whispers.

Iger doesn’t feel happy at all. It doesn’t matter if it’s a big event, but he has to show his ability in fighting. Iger always feels a bit low.

Look at people, they either fucked Voldemort, or Dumbledore, and some even fucked Slytherin. When it comes to time travel, why do you just catch these mascots who seem to have insufficient IQ no matter how you look at them?

"Oh, thanks for the help, Mr. Morisseus. Thank God, the Ministry of Magic owes him a favor." Bagman shouted with his big mouth, quickly drawing the audience's attention back to the game again.

On the field in Bulgaria in the distance, a group of Veela seemed to be discussing something, looking at Egg's box from time to time.

"Could they be seeking revenge?" Fred looked puzzled at the group of Veela girls pointing in his direction in the distance.

"Be careful." Mr. Weasley said seriously.

The next second, the group of Veela seemed to have said something happy and screamed loudly again. Then Iger saw a group of beautiful Veela blowing kisses towards him crazily, and even worse. He was controlling the flame towards Aigby's heart, and the alluring firelight gathered into the shape of a heart in the air, dancing.

Suddenly there were screams in the venue, the twins whistled wildly and cheered loudly, Harry and others laughed, but Hermione's face was a little dark.

Iger laughed, and casually clicked his finger in the direction of the Veela who was comparing her heart. A red arrow flew out from Iger's finger and nailed straight to the red heart. Hermione was angry. He stretched out his hand and pinched the soft flesh around Egger's waist.

There were roars of laughter in the stadium, and from time to time someone shouted Egger's name loudly. For a while, not many people paid attention to the game in the stadium.

Egg's lips curled up, and he sat back on the chair leisurely. Westerners like this tune. The more slutty you are, the sluttier they become.

Perhaps because of this incident, the confrontation on the field was not as crazy as before. Krum wiped the blood on his face caused by the chaos and looked around, hoping to find traces of the Golden Snitch.

"Look at Lin Qi" Harry grabbed Egg's shoulder suddenly.

"Who is Lin Qi?" Iger asked loudly.

"He saw the Golden Snitch." Harry ignored Iger's question and shouted excitedly: "He saw it, look at him."

"So who is Lin Qi?" Egg muttered, looking at the Irish seeker on the field. At this time, he was rushing down crazily. The Irish fans stood up one after another, setting off a big green wave. Seeing the green patches, Ige felt panicked.

Krum's reaction was very fast. Almost at the same time, he picked up the man and started to move the broom under him like crazy. Soon, the two of them were relatively parallel.

"It's going to fall, it's going to fall," Hermione screamed as she looked at the two of them.

"No" Ron yelled suddenly.

"Linzie will do it," Harry shouted.

Facts proved that Harry's vision was right, Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground for the second time

"Where is the golden snitch?" Charlie shouted loudly.

"Click, click, click~" Tim Gambe incited his wings to fall next to Charlie, and Charlie pulled him aside: "Okay, dear, I'm not calling you."

"He caught Krum and it's game over" Harry roared excitedly.

Krum's bright red robe was flashing with spots of nosebleeds. He rose lightly into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

Egg pinched his chin and laughed. It would be interesting if he caught Tim Gambe by mistake.

Fortunately, I didn't let the little things fly around.

The scores flashed on the scoreboard, Bulgaria 160, Ireland 170. Perhaps because it ended so suddenly, the audience in the stadium did not react for a while.

Slowly, like a jumbo jet accelerating, the chatter of the Irish supporters became louder and louder, until finally there were countless shouts of joy and the stadium was filled with jubilation.

At the same time, as the score at the end of the game flashed, Bagman suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, his face very pale.