As a veteran football betting king for many years, Professor McGonagall was not so easily convinced by William.

However, after listening to Trelawney's prophecy, she immediately strengthened her belief:

Broke Transylvani!

Let the feelings... go to hell!

So, when the money was crushed, Professor McGonagall became a firm English black fan... the kind who wished they died!

Anyway, she is Scotch.

Professor Trelawney shouted that he believed in Tianmu and prophecy, but his body was very honest, and secretly bought Transylvania.

The news that the three big fools spent a lot of Garon and overwhelmed the Transylvania team soon spread in the camp.

This incident became the biggest joke before the start of the game.

It’s not that no one wants to bet on high odds and win against Transylvania... But the probability is too low. If you have such an operation, it is basically a gambler's mentality.

There are not many such people, Garon, not as arrogant as William and McGonagall.

After all, on one side is the invincible national team in the training game, and on the other side is the full amateur team. Do you dare to take 10,000 Gallons and bet on the probability of one in ten thousand?

The whole team of Transylvania was excited, especially the team's coach.

As his main business, he is a divination professor at Vagado Magic School, and immediately spoke:

To be sworn brothers with William, you do not seek to be born in the same year and the same month, but you only seek to die in the same year and the same month.

You old man is so bad... you are in your 80s, who will live and die with you!

William, who was involved in the rumors outside, calmly called Hermione and Anne to his room.

"Anne, follow Hermione, don't do anything strange, do you know?" he whispered.

"You must learn from Hermione's usual behavior and you must not make mistakes."

Annie, who had never used compound decoctions, was also a little excited. She felt inexplicably involved in a big event.

"Brother, I know the importance of it!" Anne was well-behaved and nodded.

"It is my strength that you give me such an important thing... I finally reached the point of going out with you, right?"

Anne was so happy.

She glanced at Hermione, showing a playful look of "squeezing you away sooner or later".

William looked weird and touched Anne's head pitifully.

No, child.

I chose you...not because you are excellent, but because you are not famous. No one cares whether you go to the World Cup or not.

He did not answer, and deliberately glanced at Hermione.

Hermione glared nervously and waved her fist threateningly, not allowing him to say the comment "Inconspicuous Anne"!

William winked, Hermione glared, and the eyes sparked.

"What are you two doing? What are you exchanging eyes!"

Annie squeezed between the two, cutting her eyes apart.

"And brother, I found a question, why didn't I use compound decoction to make you?"

Annie held her chin and said seriously:

"I think I know you better than Hermione. I am your dear sister!"

"What you know is only William on the surface."

Hermione glanced at Anne, confronted her tit and said proudly: "You don't know what he is behind the scenes."

Anne rolled her eyes and glanced back and forth at the two of them with a strange look.

William gave a chestnut and said, "What are you thinking about!"

Anne snorted coldly and picked up the compound decoction. She pulled seven or eight hairs from William's head, and then one from Hermione's head.

She tilted her head and said in a pretty voice: "Let's go."

Soon, the two of them took the compound decoction and walked out of the two compartments.

Anne gently pulled her collar and looked down.

"Annie, don't look at it randomly!" Hermione blushed, pulled Annie's ear and knocked her head.

"I helped my brother check it out." Anne said with confidence.

She raised Hermione's pointed and delicate chin, then snorted and asked, "Does the movement look like it?"

"Go away quickly." William waved his hand in disgust.

Does he still need Annie to help check it out?

eventful!

The two walked out, and William also took out a hair and put it into the compound decoction.

These days, killing people must use small trumpets!

Kill Tom... Tom's trumpet is naturally unusable, but Professor Babuling has provided a new American account.

Killing is more suitable for the competition!

...

...

As night falls, the staggering lights of the Quidditch World Cup are lit up one after another, becoming more and more lively.

Lu Du's words resounded like thunder, throughout the packed gymnasium.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome you! Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup... opening ceremony!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the messy national anthem.

In a quiet tent, the fireplace in the room was burning.

A middle-aged wizard stood leisurely in the living room. He took a sip of the compound decoction, then pulled out a magic wand from his pocket, held it in his hand and gently rotated it.

When he returned to England again, Tom was really mixed with emotion. He still remembered the last time he left in a mess.

Tom originally thought was to find Slytherin's wand in the United States and then secretly develop his strength.

Waiting for Dumbledore to kill Voldemort.

But at the beginning of the Quidditch World Cup, hundreds of thousands of wizards gathered here at once. Tom couldn't help but want to do something.

Calculating the time, Tom knew that the British mascot had been displayed and the game was about to begin.

Mascot...Haha.

The biggest hidden danger of Quidditch in the World Cup is the mascot.

A venue of 100,000 people also houses mascots from sixteen countries.

Among them are many ferocious magical animals, such as Norway brought the Selma Lake Monster; Haiti even brought the... Yin corpse!

What will happen if these magical animals suddenly lose control in the field of 100,000 people?!

Although there are 100,000 wizards... but the more wizards, the more chaotic the scene will be. Most people may even die just because they trampled on each other.

Tom's current strength is limited to sixteen due to special reasons.

In terms of power, he is definitely not Dumbledore's opponent, nor Stark's opponent.

But Tom never needed his own strength to kill people.

As long as he wants... any wizard is his wand, he can instantly turn into a group of capable subordinates!

Tonight, those cute mascots... are his subordinates.

Tom's mouth curled up with a cruel smile, and he could even think of tomorrow's report:

The disastrous opening ceremony has raised questions about the safety of the Quidditch World Cup in the UK...

Killing at the opening ceremony of the World Cup... It's so ritualistic!

I wonder if Stark, who is watching the game at this time, will be satisfied with this gift...?

Anyway, Tom was satisfied. As his third encounter with Stark.

"Let's start, let this carnival... completely burn!"

The ground trembled slightly.

Tom frowned suddenly, the wall cracked, and he hurriedly retreated.

At the same time, the magic wand was raised hastily, and the black light was like a splash of ink.

The spell that shot in from the rush was blocked for a moment and then broke through the black light, but it still remained powerful and swept it away.

Tom's face did not change, and his right wrist turned, and his wand shook slightly, summoning a silver barrier in front of him.
To be continued...