war and peace

The final is scheduled for the evening.Wales coach John Terry gave Harry a leave of absence, allowing him not to participate in team training.In his opinion, Harry has far exceeded the average level of the team, and training together will actually affect the results.

In all fairness, the Welsh team really cannot be said to be a world-class team. Although the Bulgarian team does not have as good a chaser as the Irish team, it is more than enough to beat the Welsh team.So Harry had already made up his mind that he was going to adopt the same strategy as he had done against Ireland before - catch the Snitch as soon as possible.

The biggest variable in this is the Bulgarian team's seeker, Viktor Krum.He wasn't the dumb Lin Qi, it was impossible for him to think that it was a fake move by Ronski when he rushed to catch the snitch.Krum was originally a player with strong overall awareness, and he could always make quick and correct judgments in the intricate game environment.Probably my most obvious advantage over him is the Firebolt, and the Snitch who can adapt to higher speeds...

Analyzing it from the perspective of the Bulgarian team, Harry is sure that the Bulgarian team he can think of can also think of it.The situation is obvious, there are only three possibilities for this game.In the first, Krum caught the Snitch, and the Bulgarian team won; in the second, Harry caught the Snitch, but the score difference was too large, and the Welsh team still lost; in the third, it was the one Harry expected. First, he caught the Snitch before the Bulgarian team took the lead, and Wales won the World Cup.

So at the end of the day, it's all about the Seeker's performance arena.This is really a golden opportunity. When he thought of the upcoming confrontation with Viktor Krum, whom he had admired before, Harry's chest was filled with pride and ambition.

Just as Harry was designing the tactics he should adopt, Hermione and Tom came back from the outside.Both of them are holding their arms full, and they seem to have gained a lot. "Here, here you are." Hermione distributed one of each of the things she brought back to Harry. "I brought them specially for you. I think even if you participated in the competition yourself, you would want some souvenirs."

"Thanks, Hermione," said Harry happily.He saw a familiar model in the pile of things, and couldn't help reaching out to pick it up. "This is... the mascot of the Welsh team?" He stared at the fire-breathing Welsh green dragon, his voice full of disbelief.

"That's right! You don't even know how popular this thing is, and it's a limited edition... it was sold out in no time!" Hermione took her own little green dragon and ran her finger along its spine Petting, it seems to be enjoying the humming. "Isn't that typical of Wales? You have it on your shirts."

Well, the red dragon is indeed the emblem of the Welsh Quidditch team.But what happens to the opening act if they choose a dragon as their mascot?Harry remembered very clearly that the last time Charlie and five or six other wizards used the stun spell together to knock out a dragon. So far, he has never heard of anyone who has successfully made a dragon perform...

No, hadn't he seen a tame Norse Vipertooth, at least twice?Thinking of this, Harry stared at Tom suspiciously. Is this another one of Voldemort's tricks?

Tom caught a glimpse of his eyes and didn't say anything: "I heard that the opening mascot performance of the Welsh team is very worth looking forward to. They brought seven dragons."

"What?" Harry and Hermione were shocked together.Hermione came back to her senses and couldn't help doubting: "Is this really... no problem? Dragons are very dangerous creatures, and they are all five-star in the Magic Department..."

"You'll know if you take a look?" Harry interrupted her, but he was very interested.The seven giant dragons... are really worth looking forward to.

Hermione looked at them with pursed lips and muttered something like "These boys!".Then she put down the model and went to adjust the panoramic telescope.

Harry looked down again at the pile of things Hermione had brought him.A large green rosette that screeches the names of all the players on the Welsh team; a white and green striped hat with snorting dragons on it; Binoculars ("Although you won't need it this time, it will be useful in the future" - Hermione said); a detailed game description, including personal game data of all players of the two teams, and photos...

"Is there no doll model?" Harry wondered, he obviously bought Viktor Krum's villain last time.

"Oh, there are those famous players, like Krum..." said Hermione, still concentrating on the knobs of the telescope, "but without yours... I'd say it was a big mistake on their part, so Sure to make a lot of money…”

Tom, who had been smiling at them all the time, coughed slightly. "I don't think Harry would like to see many of himself being played with by different people, until the magic power is lost and thrown away?"

Hermione stared at him for half a minute at this statement. "...playing..." she repeated, suddenly laughing, "Actually, you are playing tricks, right? I said how could there be no Harry!"

Tom didn't speak, that was the default.Hermione put the adjusted binoculars in front of her eyes and looked around, and then said: "I really doubt your identity... an orphan or something, can you really do so many things? Even if Professor Roald is a Muggle Can the Duke over there have such a great influence in the magic world? Speaking of which, how many wizards bowed to you when you went out just now?"

Harry and Tom exchanged quick glances, but neither answered.Hermione's words were unintentional, but they hit the essence of the problem very accurately.

It seemed that he couldn't hide from her for long... Harry's eyes expressed resignation.

Then tell her.Tom raised an eyebrow.

Are you sure you won't scare her away?Harry's face was full of suspicion.

You should be worried that she might scare my subordinates away.Tom raised his eyebrows and gave the unaware Hermione a deliberately critical look.

Harry glared at him.Who dares to look down on her?

Tom laughed.In a way, he totally agreed with Harry.In his opinion, Muggles like Hermione were so few and far between that he didn't need to explain to his Death Eaters for one person.Besides, if anyone is not convinced, Bibi will know it - as can be seen from Hogwarts, the Muggle-born Hermione is better than any other pure-blood wizard in the same year.

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Time soon came to night.Harry stood in the box specially prepared for the participating teams on the middle floor of the golden stadium, and heard the surging voices from outside.His mood can be said to be very complicated. He wants to participate in a game without him, the world's top one.In order not to disturb his schedule, Sirius specially used letters to cheer him up-"Whether you win or lose, I will always support you!".It made Harry feel like the slightest bit of uncertainty that had been hiding inside him was gone.Then let the Wales team replace the defeated Ireland team and bring back a gold cup for Britain!

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to..." Ludo Bagman's voice resounded throughout the stadium, and the game was about to begin.Coach Terry seized the last bit of time to mobilize them before the game: "...We have come all the way here, it is already a gift from Merlin. Come on, boys, show your best side! Whether you win or lose, You are all my pride! The pride of Wales!"

Everyone responded with a "yes".They all have a belief that scoring a few goals is earning a few, and they will definitely not lose anyway.They are self-aware, and newspapers and magazines call them "amazing dark horses," and that's true.There is no way to retreat, and the only option is to fight with one's back.

"However, Harry, you can't relax." Terry turned around, "You are the most talented and best Seeker I have seen in these years, you can definitely compete with Krum Next. If need be, signal for others to assist you in victory."

Harry, who was nodding along with the others, froze when he heard the last sentence.He looked up at the fat coach, looked at the burning eyes around him, and finally nodded slowly and firmly.

"...the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!" Loud cheers erupted outside.The team members looked out together. From their angle, they could just see a hundred veela sliding out of the opposite Bulgarian camp.Their skin glowed softly and brightly, and their long hair danced without wind behind their heads.

"My God...they brought Veela!" Coach Terry whispered.He rubbed his eyes, rubbed his eyes again, and finally took his eyes back. "When the game is over, you must pay attention, try not to look at them, otherwise they will fall from the sky (someone showed a disapproving look)-I'm not joking!" He stressed again nervously.

Harry pursed his lips and looked around the arena.He remembered that the last time he saw Veela dancing, he almost fell out of the box, so he didn't doubt the seriousness of the coach's warning.But now he is not paying attention to those veela, he is waiting for the next mascot performance of the Welsh team.What can the seven dragons... do?

"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice sounded like a bell, "please pay attention to the sky... welcome the mascot of the Welsh national team!"

The music started.Seven Welsh green dragons flew towards the middle of the field from all directions, their huge wings casting large shadows.They opened their mouths high and low (someone screamed), and streams of flame shot from between their thin upper and lower jaws.The flames ignited the curved iron rings held by their claws, and a raging fire rose from them instantly.The flames on each hoop were a different colour, the one closest to Harry burning a deep purple.They flew together unevenly, forming a rainbow of seven-color flames in sequence; then they scattered and recombined into a seven-color ring.For the last time, they raised their paws high, made the flaming iron rings form a crown, and roared loudly—but their roar was so beautiful that it could be called singing—the crown burst It's gone, and many things that are shining brightly are falling down like raindrops.

"...It's a gem!" There were voices in the venue one after another.No one knows who spread the news that there are diamonds in the rain of seven-color gemstones. The crowd in the stands suddenly boiled, and everyone was desperately looking for them on their seats and under their feet.

"Mr. Gunter is really generous..." Coach Terry exclaimed. "He just said that he wanted to arrange our mascot performance, but it turned out to be a giant dragon..." He picked up a piece of sapphire and looked around. Don't worry about it," he saw that some team members also picked up a few gems, "Compete well! Mr. Gunter promised that after winning, there will be more than these few gems as rewards!"

Harry was completely dumbfounded.Although he had always known about Slytherin's extravagance, Voldemort...was so rich?Actually sprinkled with real gemstones... He thought of the emerald gemstone floor in the Chamber of Secrets, Voldemort's estate must have included several gemstone mines...

After finally waiting for the commotion to pass, Ludo Bagman's voice sounded again. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I introduce - Dimitrov! Ivanova! Zoglav! Levsky! Volkanov ! Volkov! Next up - Krum!"

They all wore bright red jerseys, and the Bulgarian supporters cheered wildly.

"And now, please welcome—the Welsh National Quidditch Team!" loudly cried Bagman, "and here comes—Barack! Wigginson! Taylor! Brooke! Sterling! Cooper! And—and— And - Potter!"

Wales supporters chanted Harry's name in unison.Harry was at the back of the line, and followed everyone to the field amidst the noise.The cool night wind beat against his face, and although it was colder due to the speed, Harry felt very comfortable.He stopped in the air and looked towards the first-class box. He knew that Voldemort was there.Someone seemed to be staring at him from afar, and Harry turned his head, not surprisingly, he found that it was from Bulgaria, from Viktor Krum.Harry straightened his broom so that he was facing directly in the direction of the Bulgarians, and pursed his lips.

He didn't tell anyone that thanks to Voldemort's new snitch, he had already practiced the ability to catch the snitch in an instant, and he knew the trajectory of the golden snitch from the moment he let go.In theory, he could grab the Snitch at will and end the game anytime he wants.