war and peace

Referee Hassan Mustafa entered the field with a large wooden box under his arm and a broomstick in his other hand.Harry watched him condescendingly - he kicked the crate open - and the Snitch was flying right under the Bulgarian goalposts, circling and circling.Mustafa got on his broom and blew his whistle vigorously, and the race officially started.

Harry squinted his eyes. In order to avoid the interference of the Bulgarian team as much as possible, he had better take obvious actions when he was relatively close to the Snitch.He glanced at Krum again, the Bulgarian Seekers were on their way up, apparently not seeing the Snitch.As long as he doesn't see it, Harry told himself, nimbly dodging a Bludger coming from the side and heading off in the other direction, keeping an eye on the Snitch out of the corner of his eye.

Perhaps the coach's mobilization played a role, and the situation on the court was not as one-sided as Harry had expected.It can be seen that the players of the Welsh team worked very hard to cooperate in running positions to defuse the Bulgarian team's offense.Compared with the game against Ireland, this start is not bad.

The Quaffle passed so fast that Bagman, the narrator, had only time to call out their names.In the opening 3 minutes, the Bulgarian team scored two goals, but the Wales team also scored a goal and successfully prevented the Bulgarian team from attacking once. "Dimitrov! Levsky! Dimitrov! Ivanova—oh, my God!"

Krum flew close to Harry and fell suddenly.Harry scanned the audience as fast as he could, and was sure that the Snitch was outside the middle stands behind the Bulgarian team.Krum, then, was feinting—Harry immediately drove the broom to follow—it occurred to him that pretending to be tricked might be able to numb the opponent's nerves, making him think that his level was no more than this; The fact of the Golden Snitch, when he really went to catch the Snitch, he had to judge whether it was true or not.

The audience held their breath as they watched the two Seekers drop rapidly among the Chasers.Harry was very pleased to feel that his speed had no room to spare this time, seeing that the gap between Krum and him was narrowing step by step-this verified his conjecture that he did have the advantage of speed .But even though he enjoyed the thrill of extreme speed, he still had to turn the broom sharply at the right time - just a second before Harry made this action, Krum also stopped the dive and rose again.

"They're all flying again! Krum was clearly feinting, and Potter caught it at the last minute! I have to say it was a great scene!" Bagman yelled.

Harry rose back into the air, wishing desperately that the Snitch would fly to their side of the field quickly.Because just as they fell, Bulgaria scored another goal and the score is now 30-10.Krum hovered on the other side, glanced at him like a hawk, and then looked around.Harry hid his heartbeat, pretended to be paying close attention to the side auditorium, and prayed to himself that Krum wouldn't look behind him—

Unfortunately, things always backfire.Someone in the audience in Bulgaria spots the Snitch.Krum turned around at the sound, and Harry hurried to follow.He's twice as far away from the Snitch as Krum is to the Snitch... and he's dodging a Bludger from the Bulgarian batsman as he flies...

Just when Harry was almost desperate, there was a loud bang in the Bulgarian auditorium.He could see clearly from behind that Krum was almost within reach of the Snitch, but the Snitch turned sharply; Scattered and the Snitch disappeared in the chaos.

Harry wiped a cold sweat from his heart.If it was him in front, he might not be able to hide. "The game is suspended," roared Mr. Bagman, "and the trained field doctor rushed to the field to check Viktor Krum's injury."

The situation turned around.Harry took the time to scan the field. He couldn't wait for the Snitch to get to them any longer. As long as it was near the dividing line, he should take action.Harry's eyes fell to a corner of the grass on the edge of the pitch, then back again.The doctor quickly bandaged Krum, and he flew up again with a bandage on his head.

The referee blew the whistle again.Harry dived without hesitation, he didn't have to give his opponent enough time to react.But Krum moved at once, and seemed not to suspect that Harry was feinting to trick him.

The snitch flickered at the junction between the grass and the seat.Harry flew close to the ground, staring at the golden light ahead.Krum also spotted the Snitch, and they were now approaching the middle from two directions.

Almost all the audience stood up, lying on the edge of the box and looking down.The two Seekers were about the same distance from the Snitch... They both leaned forward with all their strength, stretching their hands forward as hard as they could... The moment they passed by, Harry reversed direction and went up, while Krum rushed straight up. Go past, not stopping until just before the corner.

"Did they catch it?" Bagman asked the question they most wanted to know for everyone present.Krum rose again, grabbing the broom with both hands, but apparently missed it; while Harry flew higher and higher, until he reached the highest point of the field, he raised his fist hidden in his sleeve high up, a golden light appeared between his fingers flash.

"Oh, Potter caught the Snitch!" Bagman exclaimed excitedly.The score on the field was 30:10 just now, but now it's over, and the number jumping on the scoreboard is 30:160.

The audience of the Bulgarian team sighed and sighed, and all the veela were also frowning.And the discussion in the Welsh audience auditorium opposite them became louder and louder, and finally burst into countless shouts of joy.

"Wales won!" The game ended so quickly that Bagman didn't seem to be able to react, "Porter caught the Snitch in 7 minutes - this is probably the shortest World Cup final - I think everyone I didn't expect such an ending!"

The Welsh national anthem was played from all directions.Harry fell in a circle, and the seven-headed dragon flew out again, throwing handfuls of gold coins at the crowd.At the moment of victory, he was still in a daze that he couldn't believe. Seeing the scene now, he finally came to his senses and couldn't help but look towards the top floor.He wanted to see his friends who supported him, he wanted to see Sirius, and he wanted to see the people who had secretly prepared many surprises for him to achieve such a perfect game.He wanted to fly over immediately, but the crowd on the ground squeezed over one after another, wanting to shake hands with him; the crowd was like weaving, countless words of praise and frequent flashes flooded the sky and covered the sky.

People crowded around them all the way outside the top box.As soon as Harry stepped in, he was blinded by a blinding glare.As the two teams entered, everyone in the box stood up one by one.Harry didn't hear Bagman's shout, nor the applause and cheers of the audience below - his eyes frantically searched the box - the Weasleys had big smiles on their faces, Ron and the twins After waving desperately at him, flushed with excitement—Sirius gave him a thumbs up gesture—Fudge, along with the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, thrust the gold cup into Barak's and his hands, and seemed to say something What—Mr. Malfoy smiled reservedly, followed by the same light-haired Mrs. Malfoy and Draco Malfoy—Hermione was dancing and laughing, obviously over excited—beside her stood the tall man he was familiar with. A thin wizard with black jade-like eyes smiling, a strand of black hair hanging down his somewhat sunken cheeks - he stood quietly in the noisy crowd around him, his smile silently expressed surprise and praise, haha Once Leigh's eyes fell on him, he couldn't move—

He pushed the heavy gold cup into the hands of the people next to him, and quickly pushed the crowd away, even kicking over two chairs in the process. "Harry! Where are you going..." Fudge's voice stopped abruptly halfway.The eyes of the entire top-floor box were attracted, and everyone was instantly speechless.

Harry almost ran over and hugged Mr. Gaunt, the biggest sponsor of this Quidditch World Cup.They have known each other for a long time?This question was snuffed out as soon as it popped up in everyone's mind, because Mr. Gunter hugged him back without any surprise.This is actually nothing, the real reason why people are dumbfounded is the following scene: they hugged warmly, then Harry stood on tiptoe, Mr. Gaunt lowered his head in cooperation, and then turned around sharply, his cloak flew up It covered the two people who were embracing tightly, and also blocked the sight of others, and then——the two apparated together.

Merlin's beard!

After being speechless, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and silently recited this sentence in their hearts.Although they may only see it for half a second, there is no doubt that these two people are kissing!At the moment just now, almost all the audience were facing the top floor box with flashlights and binoculars. Undoubtedly, the audience was silent for a while, and then there was a louder discussion.

The players of the Bulgarian and Welsh teams froze, and this scene was beyond everyone's expectations.Barak stared at the gap where the two disappeared, and a sense of loss that he didn't even notice flashed in his eyes.

Fudge almost stared in that direction, and it took him a long time to react. He patted Bagman, who was from ear to ear, to continue hosting the awards ceremony.

On the Weasley family's side, Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes were terrified; Mr. Weasley was slightly better, but his eyes were also wide-eyed; They reacted; the last one to wake them up was their little sister, Ginny, before the excitement on her face completely faded, she was shocked by the sudden fact and burst into tears.

Sirius' smile stiffened on his face.This is how the same thing?Isn't Harry on good terms with his classmate named Tom?Why are you hugging another stranger now, and... He forced himself not to recall that half a second.

Hermione stood still in shock. Could it be that she made a mistake, didn't Harry and Mr. Gaunt just met for a day?Harry and Tom weren't the relationship she thought they were?But this is impossible!She was sure she was right, but what about Harry and Mr. Gaunt?

The person who was most surprised was Mr. Lucius Malfoy, the Death Eater who watched his master and his deadly enemy kissing closely.When the Welsh team won just now, he maintained the elegance and reserve unique to the nobility, but now, he felt that his eyes must be staring out of the frame.The master has always looked at the Potter boy differently, he knows that; but no matter what, no Death Eater imagines their relationship on this... So the mark on the master's neck was made by the savior?How can this be?Mr. Malfoy felt a little dizzy, and he clutched his snake-headed cane tightly.Wouldn't this be a more unreal and improbable event than the master coming back from the dead and becoming younger?

At the same time, in a luxurious tent near the stadium.The two kissed all the way, and in the process of going to the bedroom, they stumbled and knocked over a lot of valuable decorations, but no one paid attention to them.In the end, when they managed to fall on the bed, their clothes were scattered all over the floor, both of them were out of breath, but neither of them had the intention to stop.

Voldemort raised his body slightly, looked down at the beautiful emerald green eyes, and said with a teasing smile: "Can't wait, huh? Tomorrow you will not only be on the headlines of the sports section, but also the headlines of the gossip entertainment section, there is no doubt about it."

"Isn't that something that happens sooner or later? It's just right for a few more people to see it." Harry didn't care, stretched out his hand to pull him down, and kissed the other person's straight collarbone one after another, "I thought you didn't like a kind of shady relationship... ..."

Voldemort stared at him deeply. "You always overthrow all my perceptions of you in the next moment," he said slowly, lowering his head and kissing Harry's forehead, "I always thought you were still young, and I thought I should make all kinds of preparations for you and decision..." He hugged Harry tightly, "but you've grown up and are able to make your own choices and judgments..."

Harry tilted his head vigorously, trying to see Voldemort's face buried on his shoulder. "Aren't you happy?" he asked hesitantly.Sure enough, doing this kind of thing after the game, is it too crazy?But he couldn't help but do it when he was excited...

"How is it possible? I'm just too happy." Voldemort murmured.He looked up, looked carefully from Harry's forehead to his chin, and kissed him inch by inch.