This Hogwarts isn't normal.

"Now, let's welcome the Irish National Quidditch team!"

Bagmann's loud voice made Harry end his random thoughts.

"Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Malet! Moran! Quigley! And - and - and - Linqi!"

Seven vague dark green figures flew to the field, and the Bulgarian team in the huge light curtain switched to the Irish team that had just appeared.

The bright red flag falling from the sky was replaced with dark green, and the enthusiasm of supporters was quite different from the moment.

Both sides are very strong and evenly matched in all senses.

"Finally, there is also our referee today, who flew from Egypt thousands of miles away, the highly-respected president of the International Quidditch Federation - Hassan Mustafa!"

As soon as Bagman finished speaking, the short and thin Mustafa strode into the field.

He wore a pure gold robe that matched the color of the gymnasium and was as energetic as the contestants.

Without too much words, Mustafa rode his broom and kicked the box in the middle of the field away.

He blew his whistle and flew into the air with the bright red ghost flying ball, two black wandering balls, and the little golden thief.

"Okay, the game officially begins!"

Ivanova launched the attack immediately, but the opponent's chaser Troy was one step faster than her.

0:10, the Irish team scored first.

Soon, the score came to 0:30.

Troy is tall and strong, but he didn't expect to be even more agile than Ivanova.

In the VIP box, Aubransden in the front row couldn't sit still.

No one can laugh at the beginning when the opponent scored 30 points.

Fudge next to him glanced at the Minister of Irish Magic who was sitting on the other side of him.

I looked very calm, and I guess I was already happy.

"Ivanova broke through the blockade - beautiful! She won this goal!"

In the huge light curtain was a pretty face panting.

Through slow motion replay, we can see that Ivanova has just tried his best, and the targeted blockade of the Irish team is very effective and fatal.

The Bulgarian team quickly adjusted their tactics, but the cooperation between the opponent was perfect, and Troy won two goals one after another.

"Crum rushed to the ground. Will it be a Golden Flying Thief?"

A bright red figure swept down, followed by a dark green figure.

Krum looked back behind him, increased his speed again and stretched out his right hand forward.

As he was about to touch the ground, he suddenly swept across the lawn with a broom.

Lin Qi behind him had no time to react and hit the lawn heavily, lifting up a large area of ​​soil.

Referee Mustafa quickly flew over and blew a whistle, calling the doctor in the field.

"I'm fine." Lin Qi stood up and patted off the soil that was stained with his body. "I can continue the competition."

The doctor insisted on giving him a simple treatment, and Krum, who successfully used Langsky's fake move, was able to find the thief without any disturbance in the next few minutes.

If the Irish team is targeting, don’t blame the Bulgarian team for being in a bad way.

O'Bransden in the VIP box immediately smiled happily, but the Minister of Ireland's Magic still looked calm.

Vincent in the back row is explaining to Hermione what is Langsky's fake move.

She knows Quidditch's rules, but her tactical understanding is limited to the chasing players.

"Lonsky's fake move is simply a tactic of one side looking for the ball player to deliberately make the opponent mistakenly think that the Golden Snitch is below, so that the opponent can follow suit and make him unable to react and crash into the ground."

"Oh, it turned out to be a fake thing to steal chickens."

Seeing the reply, Vincent quickly pinched his thigh hard. Hermione's metaphor was so vivid.

"T^T My legs are swollen, please coax me!"

"=?=I'm sorry, I'll rub you after the game?"

“·v·I think about it.”

"＾w＾ is so good."

Sirius dared to swear to Mr. Meilin that he really didn't peek at him on purpose.

Although this is the corner of the back row, Vincent is too blatant.

Just chat. Why do you have to pull the projection light curtain of the magic communicator so big? Are you afraid that the people sitting next to you will not see it?

The big guys in the front row, there are people here to abuse the dog!

Vincent felt his resentful gaze and raised his head to look at him blankly, "What's wrong?"

Sirius pointed to the light curtain that was about to hit his face, "Can you restrain yourself a little?"

Vincent narrowed the light curtain with apologetic expression, "Ah, I'm so engrossed in conversation."

Harry was concentrating on watching the game throughout the whole process, Lin Qi had returned to the arena, and although Krum successfully won for a few minutes, he did not gain anything.

And under the orderly attack of the Irish team, the score soon reached 10:120.

Gradually, the Bulgarian team began to become impatient.

Their goalkeeper Zograf stared fiercely at the Irish team chaser Malet, who rushed forward.

The moment the opponent pitched, he accelerated and crashed heavily.

Marlet quickly stabilized, and the ghost flying ball passed through the goal smoothly.

Zograf's obvious foul for a collision was immediately punished by referee Mustafa.

"Black whistle! Absolutely black whistle!" Bulgaria's supporters were extremely dissatisfied with the penalty.

"There was no collision at all!"

Mustafa's face was particularly bad.

Although this is the UK, there are very few British fans in the gym. Where did these Quidditch hooligans come from?

After the HD slow-motion replay of magic projection, supporters of the Bulgarian team shut up completely.

They stopped, but it was the Irish supporters' turn to be dissatisfied.

Even the president of the International Quidditch Federation dared to shout that it was a black whistle. If it weren't for the replay of this session, this group of thugs would definitely be even more shameless.

"Do you Bulgarian little chickens can't afford to lose?"

"If you can't afford to lose, don't come. Is it a joke to treat the finals?"

Seeing that the riot was about to begin, Sclinger stood up and left the top box, leading the special team to quickly drive a few thorns out of the gymnasium.

Mustafa blew the whistle and declared the free throw valid again.

He turned to face the Bulgaria goal and raised his right hand to signal Malet to prepare.

When both sides were ready, he unconsciously glanced at the vegetarians under the goal.

Everyone was waiting for his signal, but he had not waved his right hand for a long time.

People who didn't know the truth looked at him and found that the vegetarians were actually throwing their eyes at him.

The Irish supporters who were full of anger were completely angry:

"Shameless!"

"They should be kicked out of the arena!"

"You little chicken who can't afford to lose! How many tricks do you have?"

The entire gymnasium fell into chaos again, and Sklinger, who had just stopped the team, led the team back again.

The awake Mustafa's face was extremely gloomy.

He blew his whistle hard and announced sternly: "The Irish team won another free throw!"

After saying that, he waved his right hand heavily, and Malaite, who was ready to go, made a fake move, and then threw the ghost flying ball in his hand with all his strength.

Zograf was fooled and the ghost flying ball passed through the goal smoothly.

During the second free throw, he thought Malaite was making a fake move again, but he didn't expect the opponent to actually pitch.

Both goals were scored, and the score reached 10:150.

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