A burst of cheers and applause broke out in the audience, which was very lively.

However, the atmosphere in the small box had not melted from the freezing point, and everyone's expressions were very stiff. Harry felt that his forehead was not so painful, but his heart was numb and he was indescribable suspicion. He didn't know if the pain of the scar was related to Barty Crouch, maybe everything was a coincidence...

‘But what if it isn’t?’ A voice appeared in his heart, and Harry knew what he had thought of—Professor Quirrell, a first-year.

‘But Mr. Crouch didn’t wear a big scarf on his head!’

Ron put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Hey, Harry, are you okay? You were really surprised just now... But, um," he looked around, trying to find something interesting, "How did Bagman get so energetic?"

Indeed, Ludo Bagmann looked scared, but at this moment when he hosted the Quidditch World Cup final, his voice was filled with passion and joy, and he seemed to have completely thrown Fauci away.

“…Let us welcome the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!”

Harry looked at the venue sickly, not interested in the pre-match mascot performance that Hermione had mentioned to him, but soon he was attracted to the attention - "It turned out to be Veva!" Mr. Weasley hurriedly wiped his glasses.

One hundred vevas slid towards the field. vevas were women, very beautiful women, and more than one person even thought about this question: they may not be real people. vevas' skin was shining, and her hair was floating behind her head with agile movement. They exuded a strong charm all over their bodies. Especially when they started dancing, this charm easily captured the attention of the audience.

Felix smiled and pulled down Arik McGee, who was trying to respond to Veva. He had just stood in the chair and wanted to dance with him. However, he was not the only one who lost his composure. The first time he saw Veva, the more likely he was to be caught.

Felix's eyes flew past everyone, and the appearance of Veva warmed up the atmosphere in the box. Hermione made a loud crackling sound. She reached out and pulled Harry and Ron back to her seat. "Oh, why are you doing this!" she said.

The performance of the Irish lord was also unforgettable. These little men wearing red vests and beards shuttled back and forth from above the huge gymnasium and combined into various fireworks. Finally, they formed a huge, shiny and dazzling clover, which hovered over the audience's heads and sprinkled a large number of gold coins, like golden raindrops.

"Fake it." Cremy said, grabbing a gold coin, but she still collected it with interest.

Next, Ludo Bagman enthusiastically introduced the teams of both sides of the game, focusing on the players from each company. When the names of Krum and Lynch appeared, they attracted enthusiastic responses from the audience.

The competition has begun.

The two national teams showed great strength. They were so fast that they couldn't see their faces clearly. The scene was filled with blurred red and green shadows. Ludo Bagman had only time to report their names and tactical names.

"The ball is in the hands of Malete! He passed it to Troy! Now in Moran! Dimitrov! Malete! Troy again!"

Bagman screamed: "Eagle-headed offensive formation! Pay attention... the ball has been scored! Troy scored, and the tactics were successful. 10:0, the Ireland team led!" He shouted passionately, and the audience cheered and cheered.

The game continues-

"It's Troy again! The ghost flying ball is still here in Ireland! You should notice - Oh my God! The Irish team organized the attack again! Moran! Marlett!"

"Pokov's trick to lure the enemy! Unsuccessful...Excellent! Reverse pass! This time it's Moran!"

Soon, the Ireland led 30:0, and Bagman suddenly shouted: "Look at the two players who looked for the ball - Krum and Lynch, what they found, they were entangled - Oh, no! The therapist came on the court! Lynch fell to the ground! That was a fake move! The game was suspended!"

Cremy held up the telescope and asked curiously: "What's going on? Where are the golden thiefs? What were those two guys doing just now?"

Arik McKee said excitedly: "It was Langsky who pretended to find a thief, suddenly dived, attracting his opponent to follow up, and then--" He pointed at the dizzy under the field, as if Lynch was stepping on the clouds, his nose and face were covered with blood.

Felix stared at the stadium. Krum, who won the hard power competition, was hovering high in the gymnasium, using rare and uninterrupted time to search for the golden snitch.

A few minutes later, Lynch recovered and the game continued.

"It's so intense..." Felix said that in just over a dozen minutes, the Ireland scored ten goals in succession. They are now leading 130:10.

"Yeah, it's so intense, I've never seen such a great game." Arick McKee agreed.

"...If the light show ends too soon, it won't work very well." Felix finished speaking, and Arik was choked by his thoughts. He opened his mouth several times and didn't know how to answer the conversation. Cremy giggled.

As the score widened, various small moves appeared on the court, and Bagman continued to perform his duties as host and commentator. "The Bulgarian team's elbow movements were too large, and a typical foul... That's right, the referee blew the whistle and he gave a free throw!"

The gunpowder smell was also strong outside the court. The mascots of the two teams, the supporters yelled angryly and kept waving their fists. But the score expanded to 140:10 with an irreversible trend.

"This game is really right!" Ron said excitedly. While watching the fierce game, he took time to watch the fight between the Feva and the Little Demon in a corner of the field. "Feva doesn't seem to look good when she gets angry, but don't care! Kicking that bearded man's butt, that's right!"

"Ron--"

At this time, a burst of exclamations came from the court. Lynch, the Irish team's goalkeeper, suddenly accelerated and dived. Through the telescope, he could see the remaining blood stains on his nose, and Krum followed closely behind.

Bagman said loudly: "The two players suddenly accelerated! Will this be a fake move? Is it Lynch's revenge? Oh - they are getting faster and faster, not slower! No slower! I saw the Golden Flying Thieves-"

One hundred thousand viewers held their breath, only the two teams of mascots in the corner were still fighting.

The two players were running side by side and dived towards the ground. They both extended one hand and stretched out their arms with all their might.

"Bang!"

Lynch fell heavily to the ground, and Krum circled and rose, holding the thief in his hand.

Scores flashed on the scoreboard, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience seemed to have not yet realized what was going on.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Bagman said dizzyly: "Bulgarian ball seeker Krum caught the golden snitch, but... the score on the spot is still the Irish team leading the way-"

He repeatedly confirmed his eyes and was surrounded by a huge ecstasy: "The Irish team won! Thirty years later! Oh my God, I don't think anyone would expect this to be the ending!"

"I didn't expect it," Felix muttered, "the competition ended in less than an hour, who would have thought of this! Arik, Cremy, Remus... It's time for us to leave and prepare for the light show, maybe the audience will disperse tomorrow."

"Mr. Hepp, can I stay? I want to see the scene of their awards in a while." Arik asked.

"Okay, then you'll come back later," said Felix. "Cremy, Remus, where are you?"

Both of them were not very interested in the award ceremony, and they left with Felix. They passed by the Malfoy family. Draco greeted with a reserved look: "Hello, Professor Happ." He was wearing a black suit with a neat hair.

"Hello." Felix nodded at him with a smile, "looking forward to your performance this year."

He glanced at Lucius next to him, walked past Lucius, and whispered kindly: "Think about what we said before... I'm still waiting for your response, Lucius."

Lucius Malfoy looked uncomfortable and couldn't help but clench his cane, "Well, of course, I will give you an answer." Narcissa was surprised by her husband's attitude and looked at him suspiciously.

Lucius shook his head, not explaining anything.

While leaving the box, Felix and others heard the Bulgarian minister say calmly: "I said, our young men fight bravely."

"So you know English!" Fudge said angrily, "But you let me play here all day!"

"Hey, that's fun." The Bulgarian minister shrugged and said.

Funny...Fuji was gasping, his nose expanded, and he wanted to punch this guy. If it weren't for him, those previous messes wouldn't have happened...

After calming down, Forge also felt that Crouch's attitude was a little wrong. Could it be that he was under too much pressure recently?

When Cremy passed by the front row, she happened to say to Felix, "Ha~ I heard the uncle's standard pronunciation before, and I thought I had heard it wrong..."

Foggy's expression suddenly became very exciting, and the Bulgarian minister smiled.

Felix pulled her downstairs quickly and passed through layers of audiences. The top room where they were before was illuminated by magic, and Ludo Bagmann had begun to welcome the two teams of Quidditch players into the box.

The Irish supporters made a deafening celebration, while the supporters of the Bulgaria fans were in a state of dismay, and they had not yet emerged from the blow.

Cremy said: "They are really pitiful, they are behind in the big score... looking forward to a turnaround. When the turnaround really comes, they can't turnaround again..."

"Villa—" Felix said.

Three or two Bulgarian fans glared at her, and she realized it later, shrank her shoulders and hid on the other side of Felix.

Lupin walked behind with a smile.

When they came to the ground, the team of winners was soaring in the gymnasium, who were surrounded by mascots for a while.

"There was no congestion at all," Lupin said. "We had no time."
Chapter completed!