A burst of enthusiastic cheers broke out in the audience, thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem. The scene was really lively.

On the big black screen opposite, the score between Bulgaria and Ireland is clearly presented, 0 to 0, and the game has officially entered the stage.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stands was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers burst out at this moment.

"Mascot? Last World Cup, the Italian team brought a group of cute fanny fairy dragons who would spit out fire. I wonder if there were any highlights this time." Ashinsha picked up the telescope with interest and prepared to take a sneak peek. There was an exquisite telescope on the top seat, which was much more agile than the five units sold by Sherlock outside.

In addition, Lu Duo explained next to him that such telescopes are all equipped with special viewing magic and can be mass-produced, with only three Jin Jialongs. When she heard the explanation from the director of the Sports Department and Chairman Quidditch of International, Sherlock realized that he had acted as a sucker.

Draco was sitting nearby and was watching what the Bulgarian team's mascot was. He hoped that another dragon would come out. How exciting it would be.

As soon as the Bulgarian mascot appeared, Draco took a breath and hurriedly put down the telescope in his hand, crying with a sad face, "It's actually Veva, I hope it can remain normal this time."

One hundred kebas had already slid into the field, their skin was shining brightly like the moon, and their hair was floating behind their heads without wind... At this moment, the music started to dance.

Looking at the men around her who had begun to control themselves, a smile appeared on the corner of Sherlock's mouth. For men, a creature like Queva can be described as a beauty or a monster. These so-called Queva races were even defined as succubus in ancient Europe in ancient times. In the era when wizards were persecuted in the Middle Ages, the ignorant Muggles were frightened by the non-existent hell and the devil.

Fewa can be regarded as a natural beauty born with charming skills.

However, this simple confusion technique can only work for some students who have not yet reached the level of magic. They only need to have some attainments in the brain closure technique, and basically they can only interfere with the audio-visual.

The music stopped, Draco still blocked his ears with great revenge, his eyes closed. It was not until Ashinsha patted him a few times that he carefully opened his eyes, glanced at the people in the box, and gloated and said, "I finally left. Fortunately, I have the foresight. If I were like two idiots, Scart Head and Weasley, wouldn't it be extremely embarrassing."

The location where Harry and Ron did was below. On the top floor, you could not only see the panoramic view of the competition venue, but also see clearly in some places in the audience.

At this time, at the front end of the box, Harry was placing one leg on the wall of the box.

Next to him, Ron made a pose that seemed to be diving from the springboard, staying there motionless.

Ashinsha pouted and muttered, "Shameful". These two guys didn't make any progress at all. Fortunately, the Gryffindors are so determined.

The gymnasium was filled with angry roars.

People don't want Veva to leave.

"It's quite unique. Use teva as a mascot, similar to cheerleaders in the Muggle world. It has some effect in inspiring momentum and can attract the support of a large number of audiences." Sherlock touched his chin boredly and said casually.

"Now..." Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell "Please raise your wand into the air... Welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

Immediately afterwards, a huge, green and golden thing flew into the gym like a big comet.

It flew around the hall, then divided into two smaller comets, rushing towards a group of goal posts.

An arched rainbow suddenly appeared throughout the field, connecting the two large flashing balls.

A "Oh Oops" marvel broke out in the crowd, as if watching a fireworks show.

At this time, the rainbow disappeared, and the large spheres of shining light connected and blended, forming a huge, shiny and dazzling clover that rose high into the air and began to hover above the stands.

Something fell from above, like golden raindrops... Countless Jin Jialongs went down.

"Tsk tsk, the Irish team has really invested a lot and actually threw so much Garon into the audience. I guess even if the World Cup is not so much, if this is the case, even if you win, you will lose money." Draco calculated the accounts in a stern manner, which was a pity.

Lucius kicked his good son next to him, thinking that the son he raised was simply brainless, especially the smart Malfoy family, who was born in the smart and calculating family. Lucius had taught the Draco people many times that interests are always the most important thing in their lives.

It is impossible for the Irish team to be so rich and generous.

Sherlock chuckled, "If you read it correctly, these dropped gold coins should be fake, but they are just a kind of deformation magic. After two or three days, they will probably return to their original state. You can try it out even if you hold it in your hand."

"The Irish team has always done this. The dwarf sprinkling gold coins is just a symbol. Only Draco, a fool, is still sorry for them. He is really ignorant." Ashinsha sneered disdainfully.

Lucius was quite helpless, and his son did not give him any face.

Draco called out awkwardly, suddenly pointed to the stadium and changed the topic and said, "Look, they are out."

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, warmly welcome... Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I will introduce you...Dimitrov!"

A figure wearing red clothes on a flying broom flew into the arena from an entrance below. He flew too fast to see clearly.

He won the enthusiastic applause of Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

The second figure in a bright red robe flew out.

"Zograv! Levsky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next is... Krum!"

"A genius player, the youngest regular game seeker in history, compared to that fool Porter is a completely different place. This time Krum will definitely let him know what a real game seeker is." Draco's gray-blue eyes were excited.

Draco did not take Hogwarts to Dermstrong for the summer camp, so he had never met Crum himself. However, as a Slytherin finder, Draco has always looked down on Gryffindor's Harry Potter. He wished Harry could see with his own eyes what the world's truly top finder is like.

He wanted to make Krum hit Harry's confidence as a Gryffindor finder, but he forgot that he was also a Slytherin's finder...

Next, the Irish players also appeared in turn.

The game is about to begin until the referee is introduced to the court.

Musta blew the whistle and flew into the air with the balls.

"Ah, he-he-he-they set out!" Bagman screamed, "This is Malet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass to Malet again! Troy! Levsky! Moran!"

Countless figures shuttled across the sky of the field, and the chasers kept passing the ghost flying ball to other players. The speed was so fast that Bagman had only time to report their names.

Even with Sherlock's eyesight, she felt a headache when watching this rapid Quidditch game. Apart from the cheering sounds of the audience, she also had the streaming light left behind on the field, while riding a broom, sherlock could not see anything clearly.

Even if the ball is in the hands of whom I don't know.

Telescopes are basically useless.

Salina and Ashinsha could not stop watching the competition with a telescope, but soon the two little girls began to feel dizzy and were exhausted when they saw things.

"Troy scored!" Bagman shouted in a loud voice, and the audience cheered and cheered, which made the gymnasium tremble. "10:0, Ireland will lead!"

"Troy...Mallet...Moran!" Within ten minutes, Ireland scored two more goals, rewriting the score to 30:0, which caused the supporters wearing green clothes to cheer and cheer like a rush.

"The overall strength of the Irish team is stronger than Bulgaria. It can only be seen whether Krum can catch the Golden Snitch before the score is too big. Otherwise, the game will only end with Bulgaria's defeat." Sherlock believes that Ireland's chances of winning are higher with a higher chance of winning.

Fuggy nodded beside him and agreed, "Indeed, the average level of Bulgaria is indeed not high. Without Krum's support, they would not be a first-class team at all. Now, it can only be seen whether Krum can turn the tide and win this game alone."

The Magic Minister also likes Quidditch and has a good understanding.

The Bulgarian team is not as strong as Ireland in overall strength, but they have the most talented finder, Krum.

"I think it's very unlucky. You know, this is the World Cup, not Quidditch in our school. It may not work here when looking for players to dominate the game." Although Fumond admires Krum quite well, he still rationally believes that the Irish team has a higher chance of winning this long game.

"Dimitrov! Levsky! Dimitrov! Ivanova... Oh, my goodness!" Bagman said in a loud and loud voice.

The hundred thousand wizards held their breath and watched the two looking for balls... Krum and Linqi... fell quickly among the chasers, and the speed was so fast, as if they jumped off the plane without a parachute.

Sherlock looked at the two players who were falling rapidly. There was no golden snitch in his field of vision. If he could not detect the golden snitch with his dynamic vision, there was only one reason why Krum still did this.

Sure enough, at the last second, Wickor Cruy stopped diving, rose again, and flew away in circles.

Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground, and with a bang, the entire gymnasium could be heard.

There was a lot of lament from the seats of the Irish audience.

"Tsk tsk, an amazing fake move." Sherlock's eyes lit up and he exclaimed.

"The game was suspended." Mr. Bagman shouted, "The skilled doctor rushed to the field to check Aidan Linzi's injury."

A line of shiny purple text flashed on the screen on the field: Langsky's fake moves - restraining the dangerous ball seeker.

"Very good, it's indeed the most genius seeker of this century. Lin Qi of the Irish team is like a fool in front of him. I have to say that this move is so cool." Draco Dajia sighed, believing that if a person like Krum was studying at Hogwarts, he would definitely be assigned to Slytherin.

After another tense and intense fifteen minutes, the Irish team scored ten goals in succession. They are now leading 130:10 and the game has begun to become unscrupulous.

When Malaite rushed to the goal post again with a ghost flying ball under his arm, Bulgarian goalkeeper Zograf flew out to meet her.

"The situation is very bad. With this momentum, if the Irish team wins another 50 points, they will win the game firmly. Bulgaria is now completely under pressure." Ashinsha's tone was quite cold. She really had no good feelings for the Irish team. Perhaps the main reason is that there is no player she knows.

Just now, after Malaite was hit by the opponent's goalkeeper, the dwarfs rose into the air angrily like a group of shining bumblebees, and now they quickly formed the words "Ha! Ha! Ha!" together.

The Veva, opposite the field, jumped up, swung their hair angrily, and started dancing again.

Draco's face changed and he quickly blocked his ears. "This trick is another one, these annoying things."

Salina pointed her finger at the front row of the gym. "Look at the referee!" she said with a giggle.

Sherlock looked over to the referee's seat, and Hassan Mustafa had landed in front of the dancing Feva, his behavior was very strange.

He bent his limbs, showed his muscles, and stroked his beard excitedly.

"Okay, it seems that this referee will probably have to step down after this World Cup." A smile appeared on the corner of Sherlock's mouth. Can such a person become a referee? Could he be a squib?

"Oh, this won't work!" Ludo Bagman said, but he also found it very interesting to hear his tone. "Who goes up and slaps the referee!"

A doctor in the field blocked his ears with his fingers, rushed into the field, and kicked Mustafa's calf several times.

Mustafa seemed to have come back to his senses.

Mustafa looked particularly embarrassed and was shouting at Feva. Feva stopped dancing and looked very dissatisfied.
Chapter completed!