Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Soon, the performance of the leprechauns was over.

Everyone was very satisfied. They greedily looked at the gold coins in their arms, but they didn't know how stupid their behavior was in the eyes of true experts.

It's ridiculous to say that although the wizarding society is dressed in a noble and elegant skin, judging from the mascots of the two national teams today, the aesthetics of the entire wizarding society is still stuck in the rude and barbaric era.

Check out their performance.

Naked color gamut and greed for money, is such a good performance?

Mike had to admit, it was pretty good looking.

But compared to those large-scale performances in Muggle society, wizards obviously haven't bathed in the light of civilization.

After such a wonderful performance, today's highlight, the match between the Irish team and the Bulgarian team officially began.

The two teams had a fierce confrontation at the beginning, but the audience was not too enthusiastic about it.

After all, most of their attention is still on the Golden Galleon in their hands and the Veela in the Bulgarian rest area.

Although Mike is not very interested in Quidditch, his experience in the Ravenclaw school team still allows him to see the current situation on the field clearly.

Compared with the Irish team, the people present are more optimistic about the Bulgarian team. After all, they have a talented seeker, Viktor Krum.

The game of Quidditch is like this, as long as you have a strong enough Seeker, you can win the game with six trolls.

And the Bulgarian team is exactly such a team with the Seeker as the core.

Except for their Seeker, which can be said to be the best in the world today, the rest of the players are not too strong. The only role on the field is to delay time and score so that Krum can find the Golden Snitch.

It's a pity that the Irish team obviously made sufficient preparations before the game.

Their Seekers had no intention of looking for the Snitch at all, and they were guarding Krum from the start of the game.

The rest of the players attacked wildly, using their strong personal skills and perfect offensive formation to catch the rest of the Bulgarian team by surprise.

The game has developed to this point and the situation is already very clear. The Irish team obviously wants to separate the scores of the two teams as much as possible before Klum finds the Snitch. After all, the score of a Snitch is only 150 points. It means that as long as they pull the score above 150 points, even if Klum catches the Golden Snitch, it will not help.

This is an aboveboard conspiracy.

It can also be said to be a method of dividing slaves.

This kind of game is not very good-looking to be honest, but it is indeed the most stable.

Although the Irish team's seeker is not as good as Krum, the level is also world-class. Under his strict defense, Krum has no chance to find the golden snitch at all.

All the Bulgarian fans present became nervous, especially those who invested a large sum of money in the periphery to dub Bulgaria to win before the game, and even cursed the shamelessness of the Irish team hysterically.

80:10

120:10

Seeing the score getting bigger and bigger, the mascots of the Bulgarian team, the Veevas, couldn't sit still. They danced on the spot one after another, and waves of invisible magic spread around like ripples on the water. The men who were closer to them were only momentarily mesmerized.

Such behavior is undoubtedly cheating, and they clearly want to confuse the Irish players on the field.

It's just that the referee didn't blow the whistle, because he was also confused.

"Oh! This is not acceptable!" commentator Ludo Buckman said, "Whoever goes up and slaps the referee!"

An on-field doctor plugged his ears with his fingers, rushed into the field and kicked the referee's calf vigorously, finally kicking the referee awake.

Afterwards, the judge, who became angry with embarrassment, stopped the dance of the veela.

This is not in accordance with the rules, because the Quidditch rules do not stipulate that mascots cannot sing and dance during the game.

But the referee did it anyway, even though the Bulgarian players protested at him to no avail.

On the other side, the duel between Krum and the Irish Seeker also came to an end.

Krum accelerated violently and rushed towards the ground at an astonishing speed.

The Irish Seeker thought Klum had found the Snitch and hurried after him.

Seeing the two getting closer to the ground, the Irish Seeker began to panic.

If he continues to chase, even the strongest customized Firebolt he uses will 'crash'!

But before the game, the coach gave him a death order. Unless he died on the field, he must stop Krum. up.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the Irish Seeker fell hard to the ground, kicking up a large swath of dirt.

And Krum used his amazing arm strength to forcefully pull up the broom just before falling to the ground, and was lifted into the air again.

"Oh oh oh! Look! Krum! That's a fake move by Ronski!" Ludo shouted excitedly, "Krum didn't find the Snitch at all, his purpose in the first place was to get rid of Irish Seeker's Pursuit!"

The audience present were also excited, and those veela and players who were still arguing with the referees just now also laughed.

Everyone thought it was a safe bet, as a famous commentator said, you can always trust Krum, this guy is definitely a player who can perform miracles!

In fact, Krum is indeed a chosen person. Not long after getting rid of the entanglement of the enemy Seeker, he found the touch of gold that was moving at a high speed.

accelerate!

Dive!

Z-shaped quick maneuver!

Krum moved in the air like a fish, bypassing the defense of the Irish team one after another, and finally got close to the golden snitch.

On the other side, the batsmen of the Irish team hit hard and hit the Bludger to Crum.

The situation became critical again in an instant. The Bludger can be called a player killer. Every year, countless players retire because of the sequelae of being injured by the Bludger.

It stands to reason that Krum's best choice at this moment is to give up the Golden Snitch temporarily. After all, he still has such a bright future. It would be bad if he was really disabled by the Bludger.

However, Krum didn't think so.

Who is he?

He's Krum!

The world's best Seeker at only 18 years old!

In the next moment, the Bludger precisely hit Krum's nose, flattening his beautiful high nose and knocking his whole body off the broom.

Bright red blood splashed in the air, and the veela outside the stadium let out a piercing scream, and the audience in the stands also stood up.

"boom!"

Krum fell limply to the ground, just like the Irish Seeker just now.

It hurts, really, but Krum is laughing.

Because he has the future in his hands!

He opened his hand, and a dazzling golden light shone out.

Krum smiled even more, no matter how many times he looked at this touch of gold, it was still his favorite thing.

The next moment, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the high scoreboard.

Bulgaria: 160 Ireland: 170.

Krum's smile froze.

...

"The game is over! Let us give the warmest applause to our winner, the Irish team!" Ludo shouted in a strange tone, "Of course, there is also our gloriously defeated Bulgarian team!"

Accompanied by bursts of cheers like a tsunami, a large number of medical staff rushed into the arena, helped Krum up from the ground, and prepared to treat him.

It's just that Krum's emotions seemed to be very agitated. He refused to let the doctors treat him, and just sat on the ground with a gloomy face.

His teammates also gathered around him, looking downcast.

Not far from them, the players of the Irish team were dancing and celebrating, their mascots were swaying gold coins wantonly, and the Irish national anthem was also played on the field at this time.

"I said, we played bravely."

A heavy voice came from the side, and Mike heard the reputation, only to find that the speaker turned out to be the Bulgarian minister who could not speak.

"You can speak English!" Fudge roared, "I've been gesticulating with you like a monkey for a long time!"

The Bulgarian minister smiled and said, "Isn't this interesting?"

Mike didn't continue to watch the two fight, he was looking for a figure, a house elf and an empty seat from the beginning of the game.

It's a pity that this gymnasium is too big, and it is really difficult to find that mouse among a hundred thousand people.

Mike didn't find that guy until the end of the awards ceremony.

He sighed softly, followed the footsteps of everyone, and left the box.

Penello on the side noticed Mike's emotional changes and asked:

"Don't be too sad. Although the Bulgarian team lost, Krum did not lose."

This silly girl actually thought that she was sad because Bulgaria lost.

But he didn't say much, just nodded silently, and returned to their camping area.

At this moment, the originally deserted VIP camping area became lively, and all the things piled up in the center of the venue were put to use. Everyone celebrated wantonly, and the piled up countless spirits were visible to the naked eye. speed is decreasing.

As the biggest sponsor of this competition, Mike is naturally a hot presence in this carnival.

Everyone came to toast again and again, including some high-ranking pure-blood nobles.

Obviously, Mike's huge wealth made them forget Mike's origin.

Thanks to his underage status, Mike used fruit juice instead of wine.

Penelope happened to be of age, but she didn't drink, because no one toasted to her, an ordinary Muggle wizard.

Ever since, the plot of forcibly drinking the heroine and then Mike coming out to slap her face is gone.

In the middle of the carnival, Fudge and most of the foreign VIPs left. Fudge had to continue working tomorrow, while the foreigners simply couldn't stand the drinking methods of the corrupt people.

As a minor, Mike naturally returned to his tent like all the women and children, but instead of resting, he used his magical perception to silently observe the drunkards who were still partying in the center of the camp.

He knew that a typical drunken mob was about to happen.

And this time was his last chance to catch the mouse.

Outside the tent, the carnival continued.

The departure of Fudge and others obviously made them much more comfortable.

The gorgeous looks of these big men who used to attach great importance to etiquette and status have long since turned into messy looks. They sat around the bonfire, crossed their shoulders, and poured bottle after bottle of spirits into them. in stomach.

The atmosphere was even hotter than when all the people were there just now.

Suddenly, a man with a shotgun walked out of the woods not far away.

This man didn't look very good, and his hunting jacket was full of holes, making him very embarrassed.

It was the man Mike had met on VIP Avenue.

The wizards who were still having a carnival by the bonfire were stunned. They all stared at the man who appeared suddenly with confused eyes.

And that man seemed to have some problem with his brain, as if he didn't notice the abnormality here, he ran towards the group of wizards at a high speed.

While running, the super wizards were still laughing and waving.

"God! I've been lost in this damn forest all day, and now I finally met someone else!" The hunting suit man shouted excitedly, "Why are you dressed like this? You're having a masquerade party ?"

"It's a Muggle."

"The Muggle-repelling spell in this area must have failed. What the hell is the Ministry of Magic doing? Let Muggles appear here to disturb our party!"

"Kill him, his breath stinks the air around here!"

"Don't worry, don't you think drinking is too boring? Let's have some fun!"

...

The wizards argued with each other, and quickly reached a consensus.

They all smiled and looked at the man in hunting suit who was still running excitedly, their eyes full of mischief.

At this time, the man in the hunting suit finally realized that something was wrong, he stopped slowly, backed away with a smile and said:

"Uh, it seems that you don't welcome me very much, so I'll go find an exit elsewhere."

"Who said we don't welcome you?"

"Exactly! You came just in time, our party just lacks a talent like you!"

The two wizards came out with grinning grins, and the man in hunting suit was surprised to find that they were still holding a thin short stick in their hands.

Finding that it wasn't some hot weapon, he felt relieved, and at the same time raised the shotgun in his hand, aimed at the wizards and said:

"Hey, listen. I don't want to cause trouble, but I definitely won't be afraid of trouble! If you are sensible, just back away, and we will pretend nothing happened."

The wizards looked at each other, with surprise in their eyes.

The next moment, everyone laughed as if they had heard the funniest joke of the century.

The man in the hunting suit still held his gun and looked at the laughing wizards in front of him. He felt that he might have encountered a group of lunatics.

He backed away slowly, at this moment he just wanted to stay away from these lunatics.

But suddenly, he saw a red light shot out from the short wooden stick in the hand of a man who was laughing just now, and shot straight at his body.

As if hit by a speeding train, the man in hunting suit was thrown flying, and the shotgun in his hand was also thrown flying.

And it wasn't until this moment that he heard the man's voice.

"Disarm you!"

Harry Potter Raven's Claw