Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 257 Harley: My evaluation is that it is not as good as the Witch Cult!

As we all know, the fastest spreading thing in the world is gossip entertainment. Even in the magical world, this law cannot be escaped.

That afternoon, the news spread throughout the camp that Sirius, a member of the Black family, and Harry, a first-class medalist in the Order of Merlin, placed bets on the Transylvania team in Gringotts.

Some insiders revealed that the two of them bet at least 50,000 gold galleons, and Gringotts even boldly offered odds of forty times!

Many wizards ridiculed him wildly at first, thinking that Sirius was stupid after being imprisoned in Azkaban, and that his brain was not functioning well, and they could not tell the strength of the two sides in the competition.

And Harley, a first-class medalist of the Order of Merlin, is only good at magic. She really doesn't know anything about the Quidditch World Cup.

Both of them were probably just novices. They were bluffed by the fairies' high odds, so they immediately pressed forward and chose such harsh conditions.

After all, no matter who looks at it, how could England lose to a top-class team like Transylvania, which had just won 17 consecutive victories in training matches, against a team from a village league like Transylvania?

Why can't you understand that this first game of the group stage is purely giving away points?

But everyone was laughing and laughing, and suddenly they were crying again.

Fifty thousand gold galleons...how long will it take for me to earn it?

As a result, they took it out casually, so easily, as if the money was not money!

Sure enough, the gap between people is sometimes bigger than that between people and dogs!

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This afternoon, as the game was about to begin, the entire camp became increasingly chaotic.

As the most trouble-making group of wizards, Da Mao and Er Mao suddenly got into an inexplicable fight after drinking dozens of boxes of vodka.

Da Mao pulled San Mao on, and Er Mao also called out a bunch of European fans. The two sides were having a great time.

However, everyone still managed to retain some sense of reason. They did not use magic wands, but just smashed each other with fists and wine bottles.

There was also a group of fans from the North Caucasus big badminton team in the middle. I don’t know if they had some nerve problem or if some of their tendons were out of place.

As a result, they suddenly turned around and started supporting Er Mao, and sprinted towards Er Mao's Ministry of Magic office to protest.

As a result, when they rushed not far in front of the Ministry of Magic's station, they suddenly stopped, replaced the big-haired fans who were tired of making trouble with Ermao, and rejoined the battle.

This incident "scared" Da Mao's Ministry of Magic and called all the British Aurors over. After investigation, it turned out that a certain Ministry of Magic across the sea from Da Mao was causing trouble.

And the group of Da Mao fans who rebelled midway used money to do things, scare Da Mao's Ministry of Magic, and then... and then nothing happened.

They are very moral and can do whatever they want with the money they get.

I just took a mere 62,000 gold pots (the currency of the American Ministry of Magic). I mean, just threatening Da Mao is enough.

Fudge was helpless after getting the news.

They say the sun never sets on Britain, but the sun has already set. If it weren't for Dumbledore, Britain would be ranked fourth at most in the International Association of Wizards.

How could he have the ability to take care of the Ministry of Magic that was causing trouble? I can only comfort myself, pretend not to see it, and think that my son is causing trouble for me.

The British wizards nearby didn't care about their minister's troubles. They enjoyed watching the show and cheered, but they didn't dare to come.

Just kidding, the time when 20 fans of the former Soviet national Quidditch team violently beat up 200 fans of the English national Quidditch team is still fresh in everyone’s memory!

Watching people get beaten is enough, no one likes to go up and get beaten themselves.

However, the fans of the England team were not free for long, and soon they started to quarrel with the fans of the Scotland team.

You must know that Da Mao, Er Mao and San Mao were born from the corpse of a giant after all. We are not the same country, so there is a phenomenon of having the same origin but contradicting each other.

And the United Kingdom is still the United Kingdom, or a unified country, and the fans of England and Scotland started fighting.

The English mocked the Scots for their Quidditch team not making it to the World Cup, while the Scots mocked the English for being beaten by Vietnam.

And the fans of the two teams, Ireland and Wales... they chose to clap and applaud from the sidelines!

After all, the former was well grouped in the World Cup, while the latter, like Scotland, failed to stand out in the qualifiers.

So the two parties became friendly and became fun-lovers.

During this period, many England fans made harsh remarks!

"Just wait, the failure in that training match was just an accident!"

A mocked England fan blushed and shouted,

"England are going to win tonight!"

"And from this moment on, England will not lose once and win the title!"

"How can the great England team be something you, a village team, can point your fingers at!"

Fudge, who was patrolling the camp, watched this scene and secretly gave the fan a thumbs up.

Don't worry about whether England can win or not, they can't lose because of their momentum!

However, he still waved his hand in a pretentious manner: "Delix! Go over there and take a look. What happened?"

"Okay, Minister!" A burly Auror rushed over, but failed to come back in a short time.

Just when Fudge was getting impatient, Delis quietly slipped back.

He also looked to see that there were no wizards from other countries around, and then whispered to Fudge: "Minister, the situation is a bit complicated."

"On the surface, the English and Scots had a quarrel and were preparing for a real fight."

"But it was actually the Irish fans who were unhappy with the English team mocking them but didn't want to fight themselves, so they were driving a wedge between the Scots and the English."

Fudge's eyes widened instantly, and he didn't know how to answer the question.

He knew that Great Britain was known as "Loose Britain" and that they were somewhat contradictory to each other, but he did not expect that the contradiction would be so big.

Moreover, this is the scene of the World Championships, and there are so many foreign wizards around to watch the fun! Isn't this embarrassing for yourself?

Finally, Fudge waved his hand helplessly: "Go and stop them, and by the way, tell all British wizards that civil war is prohibited during the World Cup!"

Seeing the Aurors coming, the fans stopped in unison.

But looking at the looks they were looking at each other, the meaning was very obvious - let’s talk about it after the game! Harsh green garlic!

In this chaos, the time finally came to six o'clock.

Harry and Hermione followed Sirius and Professor McGonagall, who had just arrived, and followed the flow of people towards the arena.

Professor McGonagall was still unaware of the fact that her former student took his most beloved student to gamble on football, and was chatting and laughing with Sirius.

I don’t know what strange interest Professor McGonagall suddenly awakened, and she began to hint at Sirius’s marriage.

This made Sirius very embarrassed and kept talking about him.

As a result, Professor McGonagall accidentally let slip that it was the old Headmaster Phineas who asked her and Professor Dumbledore to be lobbyists.

Now it was Sirius' turn to open his eyes wide, while Professor McGonagall's attention quickly turned back to Quidditch.

"I really hope the England team can stop being so embarrassed," Professor McGonagall abruptly changed the subject.

"During the selection period, in order to boost morale, the England team arranged a training match with the Vietnamese team across the season."

"I heard from several students who work in the Department of Magical Sports and Sports,"

She looked at Sirius, "They are probably juniors four years behind you."

"Anyway, they said that the Ministry of Magic took the lead in doing this to boost the morale of the England captain and to promote it in advance."

"As a result, the England team returned with a huge defeat. If it hadn't been for luck in the end and the Golden Snitch flew into their face, the England team would have had their heads shaved."

"What a shame!"

Several people quickly came to the entrance, and the witch from the Ministry of Magic who was responsible for checking tickets looked at their tickets: "First class seats!"

"Top box! Go all the way upstairs, Sirius! Good evening, Professor McGonagall!"

"Good evening, Pearl." Professor McGonagall nodded towards the witch and said half-jokingly,

"I didn't expect you to end up working at the Ministry of Magic. You told me clearly at the time that you wanted to concentrate on studying transfiguration."

Pell shrugged helplessly: "Professor McGonagall, it's not like you don't know that I almost failed the Transfiguration in the final wizard exam."

The four of them walked along the purple-carpeted stairs toward the top of the stadium.

The flow of people slowly divided into the ordinary stands, but the four people did not stop and reached the top box.

This is located at the highest point of the stadium, and there are more than thirty purple-gold and gold-plated seats inside.

There are six such private rooms on this floor. The designer obviously took into account "seven", the most magical number in the magic world, and made this design.

The stadium below is very chaotic, and you can see the crowd below without leaving the box.

But the private room is very comfortable. If you don't open the window, there won't be any noise at all.

Many wizards entered the place one after another, including one of tonight's protagonists, the Minister of Magic in Transylvania.

The minister seemed to be in good spirits, chatting and laughing with Fudge, and was not worried about the upcoming game at all.

But think about it, just from the paper data... the value of a substitute in the England team is enough to buy the entire Transylvania team!

The Transylvanian Minister of Magic was probably aware of this, so he seemed unconcerned.

Harry also saw the Malfoy family from a distance, but they seemed to have bought tickets for other boxes.

This made Sirius deeply regretful, and he still wanted to quarrel with old Malfoy.

At seven o'clock in the evening, as night fell, countless lights rushed into the sky, illuminating the entire Quidditch World Cup stadium.

As the Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Ludo will serve as commentator throughout the group stages and knockout rounds.

At this moment, he was holding a microphone with sound amplification magic, and his voice clearly spread to every corner of the arena:

"Ladies and gentlemen, leaders and guests from various countries! Good evening, everyone!"

"I am Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports in the United Kingdom."

"During this British Quidditch World Cup, I will serve as a commentator and accompany you through every group stage and knockout round!"

"Welcome to the UK and watch the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Now, I declare that the opening ceremony of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup group match... has officially begun!"

The audience immediately burst into warm applause and cheers, and many wizards pulled out their wands and sent sparks into the sky.

The flags of various countries and the flags of the Quidditch team appeared in the audience, and there was a mixture of singing and noise.

At the edge of the arena, the Aurors were doing the same thing, and they were more orderly, making the entire night sky colorful and beautiful.

Quidditch teams from sixteen countries rode on broomsticks one after another, and below were their mascots following them——

The Irish team’s Leprechaun, the England team’s Moonstruck Beast, the Venice team’s Venetian Lake Monster, and Bulgaria’s...

Veela!

The moment Veela appeared on the field, the whole place was in an uproar!

Many wizards stood up, waving their hands wildly, and the various symbols of the teams they supported were thrown aside.

Forget about them, many players in the sky suddenly began to swoop down, wanting to court the Veela.

"Draco!" Harry clearly heard Lucius's roar in the distance. It was obvious that Comrade Malfoy had embarrassed old Comrade Malfoy greatly.

But Harley felt a little boring.

She leaned back on the chair, held her chin with one hand, and drank pumpkin juice leisurely.

Small scenes like this... were common in the Witch Sect back then.

That group of witches was more open-minded, had more tricks, and was more charming than this group of Veela.

In Harry's eyes, these Veelas below are even worse than Fleur!

At least they fully demonstrated the advantages of hybridity, and the unique charms of Veela and humans were perfectly combined.

Speaking of Fleur, Harley suddenly remembered that she seemed to be following Ms. Maxim to watch the elimination round.

He had planned to invite her to the top box at that time, but Sirius also said that he was still able to get the tickets.

But Fleur refused, stating that she wanted to join Beauxbatons' army.

For some reason, their school organized some outstanding sixth- and seventh-grade students to come to watch the game.

This and the cost of this trip were sponsored free of charge by Beauxbatons' big benefactor, Mr. Nico Flamel.

Moreover, Furong kept it secret and did not reveal any more information.

But Harry said it didn't matter. She had already soaked in the hot springs, and she knew Miss Fleur's weaknesses very well.

As long as Harley wanted to, she could easily ask anything from the mouth of a certain Miss Delacour who thought she was tough-tongued.

The only thing that made Harley feel a little regretful was that she could no longer watch the game with the Veela ladies.

But considering that Hermione was sitting next to him, Harry suddenly didn't feel so sorry anymore.

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)