Together [HP]

Ron was about to say something more, but Ludo Bagman rushed into the box.

"Are you all ready?" he said, his round face shining like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister, can we begin?"

"Get started, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Ludo drew his wand, pointed to his throat and said, "Loud!" Then his words echoed like thunder through the packed arena.His voice echoed above their heads, resounding to every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause.Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, the scene was really lively.On the blackboard opposite them, the last line of advertising (Bibi's Beans, every bite is an adventure!) has been erased and now reads: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, without further ado, allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stand was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers erupted at this moment.

"Wonder what they brought," James said, leaning out of his seat. "Ah!" He seemed to be startled, and retreated to his seat, "Vela!"

"What is Mei..." asked Harry, who was in front of them.

Seeing that a hundred veela had already slid towards the arena, Harry's question was answered.Veela were women...the most beautiful women Jacqueline had ever seen in her life...but they weren't, couldn't be, real people.

Hermione turned to look at Jacqueline, who frowned at this moment, trying to figure out what they were.Their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and their hair fluttered behind their heads without the wind... At this moment, the music started, the Veela began to dance, and the people around Jacqueline began to feel strange. Actions.

James firmly grasped Yuna's hand, staring at her straight.Harry in front seemed to want to climb into the pitch, and Ron next to him made a posture as if he was about to dive off the diving board, and stayed there motionless.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice came after the music stopped.

The stadium was filled with angry howls.People don't want Veela to leave.Some, like Ron, were tearing the shamrocks off his hat in a trance.Mr. Weasley leaned forward, smiling, and snatched the hat from Ron.

"Wait till the Irish show is over," said Mr. Weasley, "and you'll need it."

"Huh?" Ron snorted, staring dumbfounded at the veela, who were already lined up on the side of the field.

Hermione smacked her mouth loudly, and she turned to look at Jacqueline.Jacqueline also looked at her, a little confused.

Then she reached out and pulled Harry back into his seat. "Oh, why are you like this!" She couldn't help laughing and said.

"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "raise your wand in the air...welcome the Mascot of the Irish national team!"

Then, with a whoosh, something huge, green and gold, flew into the stadium like a giant comet.It circled the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each heading towards a set of goalposts.Suddenly an arching rainbow appeared across the field, connecting the two large, shining balls.The crowd erupted in exclamations of "whoops, whoops," as if they were watching a fireworks display.At this time, the rainbow disappeared, and the shining balls connected and blended with each other to form a huge, shining clover, which rose high into the air and began to hover over the stands.Something crackled and fell from above like golden raindrops.

"Brilliant!" Ron exclaimed, as the shamrock circled over their heads, dropping huge gold coins on their heads and seats.Jacqueline squinted her eyes and observed the clover carefully, and found that it was actually composed of countless small figures in red vests and mustaches, each holding a small golden or green lamp .

"Irish leprechauns!" said Mr. Weasley, amidst a roar of applause, which continued to be scrambled, or ducked under the seats to pick up coins.

"Is this true?" Jacqueline picked up one of the gold coins and held it in her hand, "How do I feel..."

"It was conjured by magic." James whispered while looking at the wizard who was frantically picking up gold coins in front of him, "William gave me a lot when he first met me, and my wallet flattened a lot the next day. "

The giant clover vanished, and the leprechauns slowly landed opposite the veelas on the field, sitting cross-legged, ready to watch the game.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome to the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce you, Dimitrov!"

A figure in red on a broomstick flew into the arena through a portal below, so fast it was impossible to see.He won rapturous applause from the Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

A second figure in a bright red robe flew out.

"Zoglav! Levsky! Volkanov! Volkov! Next, Krum!"

Viktor Krum was black and thin, with sallow skin, a big hooked nose, and two thick black eyebrows. He looked like a huge eagle.It's hard to believe he's only eighteen.

"And now, welcome, Irish National Quidditch Team!" cried Bagman loudly. "Here comes Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And, and, Yes, Lynch!"

Seven fuzzy green figures flew towards the arena. Jacquiline turned a small button on the side of the panoramic binoculars to slow down the movement of the players, and saw clearly that "Firebolt" was printed on their broomsticks, and also looked at the They all have their names rusted with silver thread on their backs.

"And our referee today, the well-respected chairman of the International Quidditch Federation, Hassan Mustafa, who flew all the way from Egypt!"

A small, lean wizard in robes of solid gold to match the stadium's color, strode across the field.He was completely bald on the top of his head, but he had a beard comparable to Dumbledore's.A silver whistle protruded from under his beard.He carried a large wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other.Jacqueline returned the panorama to normal speed and watched Mustafa mount his broomstick, kick the wooden box open with one kick, and four balls shoot into the air at once: a bright red Quaffle, two A black Bludger, and a tiny golden snitch with wings.Musta whistled and followed the balls into the air.

"Ah, he, he, he, they're off!" screamed Bagman. "It's Marlet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! And to Marlet! Troy! Levsky ! Moran!"

Jacqueline had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch match, and only such a match was worth watching.Compared with them, the Hogwarts competition is really amateur, it can't be more amateur, it can only be regarded as an activity.The speed of the players was unbelievable, and the Chaser kept passing the Quaffle to the other players so fast that Bagman only had time to call out their names.Jacqueline turned the slow knob on the right side of the panoramic telescope again, and then pressed the game analysis button on the top. She immediately saw the slow motion, and some purple text flashed on the lens, and at the same time, the noise of the audience Shocking his diaphragm.

"Eaglehead formation," she read, and at the same time saw the three Irish Chasers galloping close together, Troy in the middle, and a little ahead of Mallette and Moran, all three closing in on the Bulgarians.Then, the words "Boskov Tactics" flashed on the camera. I saw Troy pretending to charge up with the Quaffle, distracting the Bulgarian Chaser Ivanova, and throwing the ball to Moran.Volkov, one of the Bulgarian batsmen, smacked the incoming Bludger hard with his stub, and sent it toward Moran; Quaffle, and Levsky, hovering below, catches the ball.

"You have to use normal speed." James reminded Jacqueline, "otherwise you will miss the exciting scene."

"Troy scored!" Bagman roared loudly, and the audience cheered and cheered, making the stadium tremble, "10-0, Ireland leads!"

Hermione jumped up and down excitedly, waving her arms as she circled the field after Troy's goal.Jacqueline looked up from the panoramic binoculars and saw that the leprechauns who had been watching the game from the sidelines all rose into the air again, forming the huge shimmering clover tree again.The Veela on the opposite side of the arena looked at them with a gloomy expression.

Ireland's Chasers are superb.They worked together so seamlessly that they seemed to read each other's minds, and the rosette on her chest kept screaming their names: "Troy, Marlette, Moran!" Within 10 minutes, Ireland scored two more goals to make it 30-0, to the cheers and applause of the green-clad supporters.

The competition has become more intense and more brutal.Bulgaria's batsmen Volkov and Volkanov hit Bludgers with all their might to the Irish Chasers and tried to stop them from taking some of their best plays.Twice they were forced to scatter, and finally, Ivanov broke through their line, dodged goalkeeper Connolly, and scored the first goal for Bulgaria.

"Clog your ears with your fingers!" James shouted when he saw the veela dancing to celebrate.Jacqueline tried her best to stare at Veela with her eyes wide open. She didn't think Veela was anything special.By the time the veela stopped dancing, the Quaffle was in the hands of the Bulgarian team again.

"Dimitrov! Levsky! Dimitrov! Ivanova, oh my God!" said Bagman in a booming voice.

One hundred thousand wizards held their breath as they watched the two Seekers, Krum and Lynch, descend among the Chasers so fast, it was as if they had jumped out of a plane without a parachute.

"They're going to fall!" exclaimed Hermione, who was beside Harry.

She was only half right, and at the last second, Victor Cruma stopped the dive, rose again, and flew away in a circle.

And Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground, with a bang that could be heard throughout the gymnasium.There was a groan from the Irish audience seats.

"Fool!" Yuna complained, "William keeps complaining he's not smart, a good Gryffindor, Krum's fake!"

"The game is suspended," yelled Mr. Bagman, "and the well-trained field doctor rushed to the field to check Aidan Lynch's injury."

Jacqueline hastily pressed the replay and game analysis buttons on the panoramic telescope, adjusted the speed dial, and then put the telescope back on her eyes.

She watched Krum and Lynch dive down again in slow motion.A line of bright purple text flashed across his camera: LONSKY FAKE FEET, DOWN DANGEROUS SEEKER.She saw Krum's face tense as he stopped his dive just in time and Lynch fell hard, and Jacqueline understood that Krum hadn't seen it at all. The Snitch, he just wanted Lin Qi to imitate him.

Jacqueline turned the panorama to normal speed and aimed it at Krum.The doctor on the field was feeding Lin Qi some drinks, Lin Qi slowly regained his strength, and Krum was circling on top of Lin Qi's head.Jacquiline looked more closely at Krum's face and saw his black eyes scanning the field a hundred feet below.He was using the time when Lin Qi recovered his strength to search for the golden snitch without any interference.

Finally, Lin Qi stood up.To the loud cheers of his green-clad supporters, he mounted his Firebolt, kicked it off, and leaped into the air.His recovery appears to have given Ireland renewed confidence.When Mustafa blew his whistle again, the Chasers assembled swiftly with a level of skill Jacqueline had never seen before.

After another tense and intense 15 minutes, the Irish team scored another ten goals in succession.They are now leading 130:10, and the game is starting to get unscrupulous.

As Mallette sprinted toward the goalposts again with the Quaffle under her arm, Bulgarian goalkeeper Zograf flew out to meet her.It all happened too quickly for Jacqueline to see clearly, but there was an angry yell from the Irish audience and Mustafa blew a long, piercing whistle before she realized that there had been a foul.

"Mustafa reprimands the Bulgarian goalkeeper for hitting with too much elbow!" Bagman told the rowdy crowd. "Ah, yes, the Irish penalty!"

Just now, after Mallett was rammed by the opponent's goalkeeper, the little leprechauns rose into the air angrily like a group of shining bumblebees, and now they quickly formed the words "Ha! Ha! Ha!" together.The veela across the field jumped, tossed their hair angrily, and started dancing again.

The Weasley boy sitting in front of them and Harry blocked their ears with their fingers at the same time, but Hermione didn't do that, she just turned around quickly and gave Jacqueline another look.Jacqueline wondered why Hermione looked at herself every time there was a veela dancing.

I'm not a Veela, and I don't know them either.Jacqueline thought to herself.But I'm very interested in getting to know them.

Soon, Hermione was tugging on Harry's arm.Harry turned his face away, and Hermione pulled his finger out of his ear impatiently.

"Look at the referee!" she giggled.

In the middle of the field, Hassan Mustafa has landed in front of the dancing Veela, and his behavior is very strange.He stretched his limbs, flexed his muscles, and stroked his beard excitedly.

"Oh, that's not allowed!" Ludo Bagman said, but he also found it very interesting to hear his tone, "Someone go up and slap the referee!"

A field doctor plugged his ears with his fingers, rushed into the field, and kicked Mustafa's calf several times.Mustafa seemed to come to his senses.Jacqueline raised the panoramic binoculars again, and saw that Mustafa was very embarrassed and was yelling at the Veela, but the Veela stopped dancing and looked very dissatisfied.

"Maybe I'm mistaken, and Mustafa wants to send home the Bulgarian mascot!" said Bagman's voice. It's uncivilized..."

Indeed: Volkov and Volkanov, the batsmen of the Bulgarian team, landed on either side of Mustafa, and began to quarrel with him angrily, gesturing to the leprechauns, who at this moment Have fun forming the words "Hey! Hey! Hey!"However, Mustafa was indifferent to the protests of the Bulgarian players.He held up a finger in the air, apparently telling them to take off again.When they refused, he gave two short whistles.

"Two free throws for Ireland!" Bagman yelled, and the Bulgarian crowd roared angrily, "Volkov and Volkanov better get on the broomstick... ok...they got on...Troy Got the Quaffle..."

The competition was now at a level of ferocity the likes of which they had never seen before.The hitters on both sides showed no mercy: Volkov and Volkanov in particular, they didn't care whether the bats in their hands hit the ball or people, they just swung wildly.Dimitrov made a beeline for Moran, who was holding the Quaffle, knocking her nearly off her broom.

"Foul!" Irish supporters shouted in unison.They all stood up, forming a huge green wave.

"Foul!" Ludo Bagman's magically amplified voice also repeated two words, "Dimitrov hurt Moran and deliberately flew over to collide. He will definitely be awarded a free throw. That's right, the referee called Whistle!"

The leprechauns all rose into the air again, and this time they formed a giant hand and made a very rude gesture towards the veela across the field.When Veela saw it, she immediately lost control.Instead of dancing, they flew up across the ring and began throwing handfuls of flaming things at the leprechauns.Jacqueline looked through the glass and saw that they were not at all beautiful now.Instead, their faces had elongated into pointed, beaked bird heads, and a pair of long, scaled wings were protruding from their shoulders.

"They turned out to be like this." Jacqueline curled her lips, a little disappointed, "But, which one is their real form?"

"That's right," James said in a flat tone as he sat beside her, "You must know that there is no one in this world who is as beautiful on the inside as on the outside."

At this moment Yuna turned to look at him, so he continued, "Of course, I thought so before I met your mother."

This made Jacqueline laugh out loud.

Wizarding officials from the Ministry flooded the arena in an attempt to separate the veela from the leprechauns, but with little success.At this moment, the fierce battle below is no less than the competition above.Quaffles passed from hand to hand like bullets.

"Levsky, Dimitrov, Moran, Troy, Mallett, Ivanova, Moran again, Moran, Moran scored!"

But the field was filled with screams of veela, the crackling of ministry officials' wands, and the roar of angry Bulgarians, and the cheers of the Irish supporters could hardly be heard.Play resumed immediately, now it was Rivers who got the Quaffle, then Dimitrov.

Ireland's batsman Quigley used all his strength to hit a flying Bludger towards Krum, who couldn't dodge and was hit head-on by the Bludger.

There was a deafening murmur from the audience.Krum's nose seemed to have been smashed and blood was flowing everywhere, but Hassan Mustafa didn't blow his whistle.He lost concentration; there was no way to blame him, and a veela threw a fire at him, igniting the tail of his broom.

Hermione seemed desperate for someone to find out that Krum was injured, and despite her Ireland outfit, Krum was the most exciting player on the pitch.Ron obviously felt the same way.

"Time-out! Ah, come on, he can't play like that anymore, look at him."

"Look at Lynch!" Harry yelled.

Seeing the Irish Seeker suddenly dive down, Jacqueline can be sure that this is not a fake by Ronski, this time it is real...

"He saw the Snitch!" Harry yelled. "He saw it! Look at him!"

At this time, half of the audience realized what was going on.The Irish supporters were on their feet again, in another green wave, screaming to cheer their Seekers on...but Krum was right behind him.How he could see the road ahead, Harry couldn't understand; he saw blood splashing in the air behind him, but he had caught up to Lynch, was level with him, and the two of them were diving down to the ground again.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione screamed.

"No!" Ron yelled.

"Lynchie will!" Harry yelled.

He was right, Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground for the second time, and a group of angry veela immediately swarmed around him.

"Where is the Golden Snitch, where is the Golden Snitch?" James, who was sitting over there, shouted.

"He's got it, Krum's got it. Game over!" Harry yelled.

Krum's bright red robes were speckled with nosebleeds.He lightly rose into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170 flashed on the scoreboard, and the audience didn't seem to realize what was going on.Then, slowly, like a jumbo jet accelerating, the Irish supporters grew louder and louder, culminating in countless shouts of joy.

"Ireland won!" exclaimed Bagman, who liked Ireland, and seemed dazed by the sudden end of the game. I never expected it to end like this!"

"Why is he trying to catch the Snitch at this time?" Hermione yelled in bewilderment despite throwing her hands up and jumping up and down in cheers. "He's so stupid to finish the game with Ireland leading by 160 points." !"

"He knows they'll never catch up!" Jacquiline yelled to those below, sitting on top. so……"

"He's really very brave, isn't he?" Hermione leaned forward, watching Krum descend to the field, and the horde of field doctors whistled away the wrestling leprechauns and veela, telling them to help Krum. A passage flashed out, "He looks really embarrassed..."

"His goal should be to win the game, not think about how to end it!" Jacqueline said dissatisfiedly, "This is not bravery."

Jacqueline put the binoculars on her eyes again.It was hard to see what was going on below, because the Leprechauns were ecstatically darting across the arena, but she managed to recognize Krum, surrounded by a swarm of on-field doctors.Krum's face became more gloomy, and he refused to let the doctor clean the wound and wipe away the blood.His teammates gathered around him too, shaking their heads in dejection.Not far away, the Irish players danced with joy as their mascot showered them with gold coins.Flags were waving all over the stadium and the Irish national anthem was played from all directions.The veela returned to their original beautiful appearance, but each of them looked downcast and frowning.

"I said, we played bravely." A heavy voice in front of Jacqueline said, she looked up, and it turned out to be the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria.

"You speak English!" said Fudge, irritated, "but you keep me gesturing here all day!"

"Hey, that's fun," said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging. "Is that right, James?"

"Your fake accent is terrible." James laughed.

"Now, with the Irish players walking around the field in the company of their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the top box!" Bagman said in a bell-like voice.

Jacqueline was suddenly blinded by a bright light, and the top box was magically illuminated, so that all the spectators in the stands could see what was going on in the box.Jacqueline squinted her eyes at the entrance, and saw two panting wizards carrying a large golden cup into the box and handing it to Cornelius Fudge.Fudge was still looking unhappy because he had been gesticulating all day trying to get the Bulgarians to understand him.

"Let us applaud warmly and welcome the defeated Bulgarian players to the stage!" Bagman shouted.

The seven defeated Bulgarians went upstairs to the box.The audience below applauded and cheered to show their appreciation.Jacqueline could see the mirrors of countless panoramic telescopes flickering in their direction.

One by one, the Bulgarians entered between the two rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out everyone's name as they took turns shaking hands with their minister and Fudge.Krum was last in line, looking very embarrassed, with two dark circles under his eyes standing out on his blood-stained face.He still had the Snitch in his hand.Once he hit the ground, Jacquiline noticed, his movements seemed less coordinated.His legs were slightly splayed, and his shoulders were noticeably bowed forward.This doesn't look like a hero at all, Jacqueline thought.But when Bagman called Krum's name, the entire stadium gave him an extremely warm, deafening cheer.

Then came the Irish team.Aidan Lynch was supported by Moran and Connolly. He seemed to be knocked out by the second fall, and his eyes were scattered and dazed.But as Troy and Quigley hoisted the trophy aloft and the crowd burst into thunderous applause, Lynch grinned too.

Finally, the Irish team left the box and rode a broom around the field (Aidan Lynch sat behind Connolly, hugged Connolly's waist tightly, still smiling silly).Then Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and whispered, "Whisper."

"This match, which will be talked about for years," he said hoarsely, "was such an unexpected turn of events... It's a pity it didn't go on longer... Ah, yes... Yes, I should have How much will I give you..."

Fred and George had rolled over the back of their chairs and stood in front of Ludo Bagman.They smiled happily and held out their outstretched palms.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Granger." Fudge squeezed her way as they walked slowly down the fuchsia-carpeted stairs, shaking Hermione's hand. "It's amazing to be favored by the Graham family at such a young age, isn't it?" He looked at Arthur and asked. "Let's see who they associate with. This lady will be very promising in the future."

"Hermione has always been good," said Ron. "She's second in year."

"And who's number one?" asked Fudge.

"It's Jacqueline." Hermione's voice trembled.

"Ah," said Fudge and Arthur, looking at each other, in a voice close to a whisper, "that poor girl."