Vol 2 Chapter 496: Turbulence

"Tello scored!" Bagmon shouted, and thunderous applause and cheers rang out from the stadium.
"Ten to zero, Ireland leads!"
"What?" Harry shouted while looking through the binoculars, "but Lions just received the ghost fly ball!"
"Harry, if you don't watch at normal speed, you will miss a lot of highlights!"
Fanlin said that he was a little helpless, he didn't have a cold with Quidditch, just like Hermione said, Fanlin was willing to put himself in the curse...at least in Hermione's eyes.
However, it is a good choice to be with Fred and George for mischief or something.
As for Hermione, she was dancing happily, waving her arms vigorously because Tello scored.
Harry hurriedly looked from the top of the telescope, and saw that the dwarf watching beside him had risen into the air again, forming a huge luminous clover.
On the other side of the field, Veeva was watching sullenly.
When the game started again, Harry angrily adjusted the speed of the telescope back to normal.
Harry found through the telescope that the Irish chaser was really good. Their team's cooperation is perfect, and seeing each other's position can think of what he wants to do.
The rosettes on Harry's chest squeaked their names: "Tello! Molly! Moran!"
The surrounding atmosphere began to fall into fanaticism, and Fanlin...well, he could understand it, but nothing more.
However, he doesn't mind joining the carnival, which is very atmospheric.
The cheers continued, and then, within ten minutes, the Irish team scored two more points and rewritten their score as "30 to zero", leading by 30 points! And their supporters also kept sending out waves of deafening cheers and applause.
The game is getting faster and faster and more violent. Bulgarian batsmen Folkov and Wilconu vigorously hit the wandering ball at the Irish chaser, hoping to knock down one or two people, and at the same time they began to hinder the Irish group movement.
Ireland was forced to disperse on two occasions. In the end, Ivannu finally broke through their array, avoiding goalkeeper Ryan and scored the first point for Bulgaria.
Harry closed his eyes too. He wants to concentrate on the game. After a few seconds, he glanced at the square and found that Veeva was no longer dancing, and the Bulgarian was holding the ghost ball again.
"Dimitrov! Leski! Dimitrov! Dimitrov, oh, I said..."
Bagmon shouted loudly.
Bagmon shouted loudly.
When the two hunters, Krum and Linke, fell suddenly among the chasers, nearly 100,000 witches and wizards stopped breathing, and they looked as if they jumped off the plane without landing.
Harry looked through the binoculars and watched them fall. Harry wanted to see where the Golden Snitch was.
"They are about to fall to the ground!" Fan Lin said calmly.
Hermione screamed next to Fanlin.
"How come?" Harry couldn't believe it.
"This is a trap." Fanlin nodded and said.
Harry held his breath and focused.
In the last second, Victor Krum spun from the fall and controlled himself, while Linke hit the ground hard, and the noise could be heard throughout the stadium.
There was a loud moan from the Irishman's seat.
"Fool!" Mr. Weasley lamented, "Krum cheated!"
"Intermission!" Bagmon shouted, and a trained Wushang doctor hurried to the square to check Aidan. Linke!
"How did you know." Harry swallowed.
"Eagle eye technique plus magic capture," Fanlin said, "there is no fluctuation of the Golden Snitch at all. It's just that Linke is too nervous and all his attention is on Krum."
Harry noticed that Fanlin's eyes had completely turned blue.
Maybe this is some strange magic.
"He'll be fine! Just hurt his spine!" Charlie assured Ginny, and Ginny was rushing to the front of the box, watching nervously, she was frightened.
"Of course this is what Krum wants to achieve!"
Fanlin said.
Harry hurriedly pressed the "replay" button on the telescope, rotated the dial to control the speed, and then put the telescope in front of his eyes.
He watched the whereabouts of Krum and Linke in slow motion.
A line of purple words was displayed on the camera, "Fraud! A very dangerous hunter's decision!"
He saw that when Krum started to fall, Linko hit all his attention, and his eyes were on Krum.
And Krum looked as if he didn't use a broom, he didn't seem to have a support, and he didn't have any weight.
Harry adjusted his telescope back to normal again and pointed it at Krum. He was making a circle over Lin Ke, and the witch doctor was feeding Lin Ke a glass of potion.
Harry was watching his face carefully and saw that his dark eyes were projecting toward the ground a hundred feet below. He was using Lin Ke's treatment time to find the Golden Snitch and was not disturbed at all.
Finally, Lin Ke stood up again, rode his broomstick, and went back into the air again. All the supporters in green clothes cheered loudly. His recovery has added confidence to the Irish team. When Mostef blew the whistle again, the chasers slammed into the air again, at a speed that Harry had never seen before.
The game continues, and world-class games cannot be stopped because of this, even Hogwarts.
Broken bones are not a big problem in the wizarding world, it's just more painful.
In 15 minutes of ultra-high speed sports, Ireland scored ten more points, extending the distance of the score. They are now one hundred thirty to ten ahead. The game became more intense.
When Mollet threw the ball to the goal again, the Bulgarian goalkeeper Zhou Greif gripped the Kovre ball that flew towards her tightly with his arm.
This happened so quickly that Harry hadn't seen it clearly. But the Irish were all screaming angrily, and Mr. Mostef's long whistle told him it was a foul.
"Mostev fouled the Bulgarian goalkeeper. She used her elbow!" Mr. Bagmon yelled to the audience. "By the way, the Irish team has a penalty kick!"
After seeing Mollet being convicted of a foul, the dwarf elves rose into the air like a group of glowing bumblebees, forming the words "Ha! Ha! Ha!"
The Veeva on the other side of the square also jumped up, shaking their hair angrily, and they began to dance again, and it was accompanied by Veeva's singing, gifted magic.
It's really a bunch of restless creatures, these veils.
Fanlin had a headache, he could be completely undisturbed, but this did not mean that all wizards present were like this.
At Fanlin's reminder, all the Weasley boys and Harry put their fingers in their ears.
But Hermione didn't need to do this, she pulled Lavalin's hand. He turned to look at her, and she straightened Fanlin's head impatiently.
"Look at the referee!" she whispered.
Following Hermione's guidance, Fanlin looked towards the square. And Harry never left from start to finish.
Heisen Mostef landed in front of the dancing Veeva, his movements were very strange. He bends his arms, shows his muscles, and touches his beard very excitedly.
"This referee is fascinated, Veeva's method." Fanlin said, this is the talent skill of all beautiful creatures, as long as you have a girl heart that can be moved...the old man?
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"Can't do this now!" Neutrogena Bagmon said, although he sounds very excited, but...
"Can someone hit the referee hard?"
The witch doctor crossed the square, and he also put his fingers in his ears. He kicked Mostef hard.
Mostef seemed to be much more sober, and he was yelling at the veevas who had stopped dancing and looked angry.
"If I'm not mistaken, Mostev is trying to expel the Bulgarian mascot!" Mr. Bagmon's voice sounded, "What is happening now is something we have never met before, oh, this will become Very bad."
Sure enough, Bulgarian chaser Folkov and Velkonu fell to the sides of Mostev and began to quarrel with him very angrily, pointing to the happily forming "Hee! Hee! Hee!" The word dwarf elf.
Mostef ignored the Bulgarian dispute.
He pointed to the air and told them to return to the air. When they refused, he blew two short whistles.
"Trust me, this will become very troublesome."
Fanlin said, "This group of Bulgarians lost. Even though their hunters were excellent, it was only one hundred and fifty points." Fanlin said, this is no different from the passage in memory.
Hermione nodded, and Harry...he was still plugging his ears, it looked like he was a little scared.
"Two penalties in Ireland!" Bagmon shouted, and the Bulgarian crowd clamored angrily.
"Now Falkov and Velkenu had better go back to the broomstick. Okay, they are gone, now Tello is holding the ghost fly ball..."
The game is now in a state of extreme brutality. The chaser and the batsman of the two teams attacked each other without mercy: Volkov and Wilconu in particular, they didn't seem to care whether their sticks hit the ball or people. Dimitev slammed directly into Moran who was holding the ghost ball, causing her to almost fall off the broom.
"Foul!" When an Irish supporter roared out, all the Irish supporters stood up and formed a green wave.
"Foul!" Neutrogena's emphasized voice also sounded. "Dimitev brushed Moran and rammed her desperately. This should be another penalty! Yes, the whistle sounded!"
The dwarfs rose into the air again, and this time, they formed a huge hand, which was a very rude sign to the vere opposite. At this time, Veeva lost control. They crossed the square and threw something that looked like a fireball at the dwarf.
Harry saw all this through his telescope, and he thought Mira was not beautiful at all now. Instead, their eyelids stretched into a pointed beak, and scaly wings burst out of their shoulders.
"Child, that's why you can't come here alone." Mr. Weasley said, looking at the commotion below.
Wizard officials rushed to the venue to separate Veeva from the dwarf, but they were unsuccessful. At the same time, the fighting below did not affect the people above.
Harry quickly used his binoculars to watch the game in the air. The ghost fly ball passed to another person like a bullet.
"Leskey-Dimitre-Moran-Trow-Mollet-Avennu passed to Moran, Moran, Moran scored!"
But because of the screams of the veevas, the sound of the wands of the cabinet members, and the angry roar of the Bulgarians, it was almost impossible to hear the cheers of the Irish supporters.
The game started again immediately, and now Lathkey is holding the ghost fly ball.
Carey, the Irish attacker, slammed the flying ball at Krum.
Krum did not have time to lower his head, and the wandering ball hit him hard in the face.
There was a loud moan in the crowd. Krum's nose seemed to be broken and was bleeding, but Heisen Mostef did not whistle. He was distracted just now.
Irish supporters thought that he could not be blamed, because a veeva just threw a fireball at him and the tail of his broom caught fire.
Still, Harry wanted someone to realize that Krum was injured. Although he supports Ireland, Krum is the best player on the court. Obviously, Ron thinks so too.
"Pause! Ah, quick! He can't continue the game like this! Look at him!"
"Look at Linke!" Harry shouted.
Because the Irish searcher swooped down suddenly, Harry was pretty sure it wasn't a fraud, this time it was true...
"He saw the Golden Snitch!" Harry shouted. "He saw it! Look at the direction he is going!"
Almost half of the people seemed to be aware of what was going on, and the Irish audience stood up again and started to be green waves. They screamed at their hunters...but Krum followed him.
How can he see where he is going?
Harry couldn't understand this. There were red spots flying in the air behind him, but he had caught up with Lin Ke now, and then the two of them jumped to the ground together.
"They're about to fall to the ground!" Hermione screamed, and because of her tension, Hermione pulled Van Lin's sleeve forcefully.
"They won't." Ron roared.
Harry shouted, "Lin Ke will do it!"
Harry was right, because in the next second, Linke fell heavily to the ground and he was immediately attacked by a group of angry veevas.
"Golden Snitch? Where is the Golden Snitch?" Charlie asked loudly with the crowd.
"He got it, Krum took it, it's all over." Fanlin said silently.
This game is really savage, with no mercy. He noticed the Golden Snitch very early. The fixed vision magic like a cheating device allowed him to find the Golden Snitch before these hunters.
From very early on, the Golden Snitch had been wandering around that area. In Fanlin's view, this thing was much easier to capture than the space node, and it was not on the same level at all.
However, magic cannot be used in the match, otherwise Fanlin is sure to resolve the battle three minutes after the start.
Krum rose slowly into the air, and he raised his fist high, with golden light shining in it, his red robe gleaming, and his nose still bleeding.
The scoreboard shows: Bulgaria: one hundred and sixty points; Ireland: one hundred and seventy points.
In the crowd, everyone seemed unaware of what had happened. Then, slowly, as if a huge jet was launched, the yells of Irish supporters grew louder and louder, and finally they all screamed excitedly.
"Ireland has won!" Bagmon shouted loudly. Like the Irishman, he was dumbfounded by the sudden end of the game.
"Krum got the Golden Snitch, but Ireland won. My God! No one would have expected such a result."
"Why should he get the Golden Snitch? It's no good." Ron asked, even though he was jumping up and down, holding his hands over his head and applauding vigorously. "He ended the game with Ireland leading, an idiot!"
"He knows they can't catch up to the score," Harry said loudly, trying to silence other voices, and applauded vigorously. "The Irish chaser is so good, he only hopes he will end it, that's it. "
"This is not a game of the same level at all." Fanlin said, "If Lin Ke is more mindful, he will react faster, and the Irish team will be able to win with all positions."
"I don't doubt it," Harry said. "That's our national team. The victory is..."
"But I think it's great," Hermione said. "At least those who want to prove themselves have proven themselves."
"You mean Krum?" Fanlin frowned slightly, and then he turned his eyes back to the arena. Krum, that idiot, he actually...
How about a curse secretly?
No, this is too dark.
The Irish began to cheer, as if they wanted to overturn the stadium, Sina one layer after another.
Harry picked up his telescope again. It's hard to see clearly what happened below, because the dwarf elves are now happily jumping around the square, but he still finds Krum surrounded by witch doctors. He looked more tyrannical than before, and refused to be lifted by them.
His teammates surrounded him, Krum shook his head and looked very upset.
Not far away, the Irish team members danced happily in the golden rain cast by their mascots. The national flag was flying throughout the stadium, and the Irish national anthem sounded around.
Veeva returned to her original appearance, now very beautiful, but very discouraged and disappointed.
"They played very bravely." A depressed voice echoed behind Harry. He looked around and found that it was Bulgaria’s Minister of Magic.
"You speak English!" Fudge asked angrily, "but you let me play a clown for a day!"
"Uh, just kidding," the Bulgarian minister said, shrugging. "Now the Quidditch World Cup is at its climax!" Bagmon said excitedly.
Harry's eyes were suddenly dazzled by a white light, and the upper class room was suddenly decorated with lights so that everyone could see what was inside. Glancing at the entrance, he saw two wizards come in with a box with a gold cup inside.
They gave it to Connelly Fudge, but he still looked very upset, because what he said in sign language for a day was nothing.
"Let us give encouragement to the failed Bulgaria!" Bagmon cried.
Seven failed Paulia players walked up the stairs. The audience below applauded gratefully.
Harry could see countless shots flashing here. One by one, the Bulgarian team members stood between the chairs in the box, Bagmon uttered their names, and one by one they shook hands with their ministers and the rule of law.
Krum standing at the end looked really bad. The two black eyes were particularly noticeable on the bleeding face. He also holds the ball Golden Snitch. Harry noticed that he had duck-like feet and round shoulders.
When Krum's name was announced, the whole stadium burst into deafening cheers and applause.
Then it was the Irish team's turn, Aidan Linke supported by Moran and Kenonri. The second time he fell to the ground, he almost fainted, his eyes looked dull.
But when Tello and Jugley raised the trophy in the air, he smiled happily. The audience burst into huge cheers.
Harry's hands were a little numb from the applause.
Finally, the Irish team left the box, rode their broomsticks, and once again accepted the congratulations from the audience. Aidan Linke was sitting behind Kenonli, hugging his waist tightly, but he was still smiling, Bagmon pointed his wand to his throat and whispered: "Quietus (whispering)!"
"They will be talking about this game for many years," Bagmon said hoarsely, his face looking a little ugly.
"A pair of unimaginable twins, it's a pity that they can't last longer. Oh, yes, yes, how much do I owe you?"
Because Fred and George had just crawled over from the seats, spread their hands, and stood in front of Mr. Neutrogen Bagmont with a big smile.
"Five times, sir... let me do the math..." Fred said, his immense wealth almost stunned his head.
"Five times." Neutrogena Bagmon's mouth shuddered, approaching 200 Jin Jialong.
"There is also Fanlin's share." George said, "This is a good calculation, a thousand gold gallons, I really envy Fanlin has so much capital."
"Oh~EbookFREE.me~Of course, yes..." Bagmon said, "But I can’t get that much now. I need to go to Gringotts to get it. Believe me, huge wealth always requires There is some time to turn around."
"Oh, of course..." Fred said.
"As a predecessor of the Ministry of Magic, naturally, I will not deceive us because of such a little Jin Jialong." Fanlin walked over, "It is a fluke, I won the bet, I think Mr. Bagmont will not fall back."
Bagmont looked at Fanlin's eyes, his thoughts seemed to be seen through by Fanlin, which made him feel very bad.
"I just need some time," Bagmon said. "You should trust me."
"Of course, Mr. Bagmon." Fanlin nodded.
The cheers outside grew louder, but soon some discordant sounds were mixed.
Fanlin looked at Malfoy fiercely, Lucius and Narcissa were still in the box, but Shining...
The house elf is gone.