Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome to the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team! Let me introduce you to Dimitrov!"

As if affected by the atmosphere of the scene, Bagman seemed to be much more active, and the sense of despair just now disappeared from his voice. At this time, he was holding a wand on his neck and yelling loudly.

A figure riding on a broomstick flew into the arena from the entrance with a whoosh. He flew so fast that people could only see a red afterimage passing by.

"Ivanova!"

Iger raised his eyebrows, this name...Russian?

A second figure in a bright red robe flew out...

"Zoglaf! Fletsky! Volkanov! Volkov next - Krum!"

Iger thinks the names of the Bulgarian team sound more Russian than the other...

"Ah, it's him, it's him, it's him!" Ron screamed crazily, just like a female fan who met idol.

Iger squinted his eyes. Viktor Krum was thin and dark. He was not the same as what he saw in the movie. His skin was a bit grayish yellow. Compared with white people, his complexion was closer to that of the Middle East. In the area, a big hooked nose seems to have a little relationship with Snape. It looks like a very huge eagle. It is hard to imagine that this is just an eighteen-year-old boy. Iger feels that he looks slightly A little anxious.

"Now, please welcome--Ireland Quidditch National Team!" Bagman shouted loudly. - Lynch!"

Compared with the Bulgarian team, the Irish team appeared more orderly. After adjusting the multiple of the telescope, Iger looked at the distance and grinned: "Sure enough, the Firebolt is the standard equipment for this year's World Cup..."

"And our referee today, the well-respected president of the International Quidditch Federation, Hassan Mustafa, flew all the way from Egypt!"

A laughing, skinny wizard strides onto the field in golden robes that match the stadium's colours.

This man looked very strong, the hair on his head was almost bald, and his beard was almost as big as Hagrid.

Speaking of Hagrid's recent whereabouts, Iger scratched his hair and refused to come if he was asked to come to Quidditch.

Seems like a date.

Glancing at the better boxes in the field, Iger didn't find Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime.

"emmm..." Iger muttered softly, "They avoided the whole world and went on a date..."

"Ah, they're off!" cried Bagman. "Mullet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov--it's Marlet again! Troy! Fresky! Moran!"

Iger watched the game in amazement. I have to say that this very regular World Cup final is not a little bit different from the usual Academy Cup. In the past, such a wonderful pass probably could only Some shadows could only be seen during Gryffindor training, and at this time the Quaffle in the field seemed to have evolved into a Bludger, moving crazily between the two team members.

"Unbelievable." Iger exclaimed in amazement.

"How is it? Isn't it attractive?" Harry's excited roar came in his ear, and Iger nodded slightly.

"It's hard to imagine that the girl's figure is so good..." Iger looked at a female player of the Irish team on the field and nodded slightly. If I remember correctly, it was Troy?

Harry turned his head away, he was afraid that if he listened to it, he couldn't help but press Iger's head on the floor, and he couldn't do that because he couldn't beat Iger.

"Troy's goal!" Bagman yelled.

"Troy scored again!" Bagman yelled loudly, and the crowd applauded, shaking the stadium like a quiver: "10:0, the Irish team leads!"

From the point of view of the quality of the players, the Bulgarian team's personal level is indeed far inferior to that of the Irish team. Of course, the Quidditch League of Britain and Ireland has always been the top in the world, and this is where Quidditch thrives.

Iger felt that compared to the well-trained Irish team, the Bulgarian team seemed to be teased like a fool.

It's like watching Gryffindor play against Slytherin, but in comparison, the Bulgarian team's foul is not that serious. After all, there are so many pairs of eyes watching a world-class game.

The leprechauns, the mascots of the Irish team, flew into the air, dancing happily, and then turned into that huge, shining clover again. In the opposite audience, the group of veela looked gloomy. Watching these leprechauns.

"Troy--Mullet--Morland!"

Ten minutes later, the Irish team scored two goals again, rewriting the game score to 30:0, which caused overwhelming cheers from the supporters in green clothes.

The game became more intense and more brutal at the same time. The Bulgarian team's batsmen Volkov and Volkanov were about to use their breastfeeding energy, frantically throwing the Bludger towards the Irish team's chasers Pumping through and trying to organize some of their best attacks, and judging by the results, their tactics worked, with Ivanova breaking through the Irish line-up to score Bulgaria's first goal of the night.

"Clog your ears with your fingers!" Mr. Weasley yelled when he saw the veela dancing again. A group of kids hurriedly plugged their ears, perhaps because of the embarrassment that happened just now, Harry even closed his eyes.

Iger cheerfully looked at the group of Veela shouting excitedly, pinched his chin and wondered what to think.

On the court, Krum made a flustered move by Ronski, causing the Irish team's seeker Lin Qi to fall to the ground and win the audience's amazement, but this also angered the players of the Irish team. Fifteen minutes later, the Irish team forced a breakthrough He once again attacked ten balls in a row, and he hit every shot, all of which went into the frame.

"The goalkeeper of the Bulgarian team can basically declare industry..." Iger muttered in a low voice.

Perhaps the Irish team's offensive is too hot, and the game has begun to become unscrupulous.

"The Irish team made a free throw, Mustafa scolded the Bulgarian team's goalkeeper for hitting someone, yes, the elbow was too big!" Bagman said to the noisy audience.

The leprechauns, who had risen into the sky angrily because of the opponent's foul, saw the reversal of form and quickly formed a "ha! ha! ha! ’ words.

Iger looked at the group of little leprechauns and laughed, this little thing is quite cheap...

The Veela on the opposite side of the arena jumped up, shook her hair angrily, and started dancing again.

However, due to the unexpected dance, Hassan Mustafa, the referee who was presiding over the free throws, has landed in front of the Veevas, flexing and stretching his limbs in weird ways to show off his muscles, and stroking his beard excitedly .

"Oh, that's not okay!" Ludo Bagman's voice sounded with a hint of a smile: "Who goes up and slaps the referee?"

One of them plugged his ears with his fingers, rushed into the field, and kicked Mustafa's calf several times. The old wizard quickly came back to his senses, and was arguing with the veela. Very embarrassing.

"Oh...Maybe I made a mistake. Musta made a giant anaconda trying to bring home the mascot of the Bulgarian team." Bagman muttered reluctantly: "We have never seen such a scene. The game may It will become uncivilized…”

Bagman was right, the game had indeed started to become uncivilized.