v5 Chapter 52： They are real dishes! (Thanks to the "Voldemort under the slope" boss for his Wan...

Quidditch Stadium,

A certain area is silent, and there is a trace of dead silence.

Since it is the host, the Ministry of Magic naturally draws a special area for British fans.

The meaning is also very simple:

It's the World Cup, it doesn't matter if you're an Irish fan, an England fan, or a Scottish fan... You must stop fishing, tandem, and rhythm.

In a word: During the Quidditch World Cup, stop fighting internally, and be consistent with the outside world.

Although everyone didn't think so in their hearts, they still suppressed their temper first.

Only after the game is over, we will counter-attack and liquidate some groups that have been dancing for more than a month.

However, the fans at this time were a little stunned, and they were stunned by the score on the field.

In just 20 minutes, the England national team, known as invincible in the training game and celebrating their championship in advance, was beaten by the Transylvania team.

Zero points, zero assists, zero steals, zero free throws, zero threatening shots... But Transylvania easily scored five goals in a row.

Fifty to zero at the moment... It's like chopping melons and vegetables.

This is England's 42-game winning streak in scrims? Are you scrimmages?

"Oh shit, another goal."

Ludo, who was the commentator, lost the enthusiasm he had at the beginning.

Thirty seconds into the game, someone broke the door, and it was you, you were also ignorant!

He said loudly: "The latest technical statistics, this is the fastest record of 60 goals in the history of the Quidditch World Cup. It only took 32 minutes!!"

Based on the principle that although the odds are not high, but this kind of small money is very stable to earn, Ludo pressed five hundred Galleons...

I didn't expect to be slaughtered by others now, and there is no backhand!

In the box, Professor Trelawney held the prophecy ball with trembling hands. she said sharply:

"I already knew the result!"

"You told us at noon that you saw the England national team win with your eyes, didn't you, Sybil?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing.

Professor Trelawney snorted and glared at McGonagall.

"I deliberately didn't say the correct result, otherwise everyone would buy Transylvania and you and Willian wouldn't be able to earn Galleons.

You pressed so much, should you give me some points? "

Professor Trelawney had paid a year's salary in advance, and an extra dollar was not much. Not as much pressure as McGonagall and William.

Knowing the result, she would have asked Dumbledore to advance her salary for six hundred years.

All the teachers looked at the two, including Professor Snape.

He stroked his greasy hair thoughtfully.

It sounds like the big **** is going to make a lot of money... The potions he sells seem to be going up in price too.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Mag coughed hard and explained softly:

"I didn't want to bet on football, I just saw Mr. Stark betting and I bought it.

Just to prove to him... that gambling can be quit..."

Everyone rolled their eyes. Professor McGonagall has vividly proved that gambling is impossible to quit!

In the top box,

Fudge gritted his teeth, and even the blue veins on his forehead burst out.

The various high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic all bowed their heads and discussed with each other, humming laughter.

"Look, let a few **** be out of the way, don't be in a hurry."

After he finished, Transylvania scored another goal.

The audience burst into laughter, and what the audience liked to watch the most was the slap in the face.

Everyone was happy except for the England fans and the people who pressed them to win.

Fudge felt his face snapped. He also bought a thousand Galleons for a small price, and it looked like he was going to lose everything.

At this time, the fun is theirs, not him!

Suddenly, the Dolix Apparition appeared in the box. He walked quickly to Fudge and leaned down.

"Mr. Minister... it just died over there..."

Fudge waved his hand impatiently and said, "You can't delay me watching the game even if you die a few times?"

"It's the opening match of the Quidditch World Cup!"

Everyone turned their ears sideways, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Dulix leaned closer to Fudge's ear, his voice even lower.

"Americans...beautiful..." Minister Fudge's face was instantly gloomy.

It was an American wizard who died!

Now it doesn't have to be. With the decline of the British Empire, this also had implications in the wizarding world.

This is a serious diplomatic accident.

He stood up and smiled:

"Everyone has a small situation, I'll take a step first, everyone have fun tonight."

"What's the matter!" Fudge asked immediately after leaving the box.

"Mr. Minister, the key keeper of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is dead, and the body was found in his tent," Delix said.

Fudge was silent. The bad things tonight are really one after another.

I wanted to show my face, but I showed my butt!

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Follow the broken wall and enter the room.

Looking at the corpse on the ground and the damage around it, Fudge frowned:

"It's a very fierce battle, and it should be able to detect magic fluctuations."

"Mr. Minister, we detected it, and it came very quickly."

Kingsley, who came back from the search, sighed.

"But the battle is over here faster than you think, and when we arrived near the tent, there were Peruvian stealth smoke bombs all around.

There was no way to find the entrance right away. "

Dawlish interjected: "The murderer has a sophisticated technique, and after one hit kills him, he immediately escapes... It is definitely premeditated and organized.

It's not like one person can do it, I think there may be five or six wizards involved in this kill. "

"So many people?" Fudge frowned.

If there is such a potential force committing crimes, how can this Quidditch World Cup go on?

Fudge immediately thought of foreign forces in an attempt to disrupt the World Cup.

French?

Britain and France had a feud, they killed American wizards on purpose...it's also possible.

"Mr. Minister, we also found this on the deceased." Kingsley handed a small jug to him.

"This is compound decoction."

Fudge fiddled with the jug, he squinted and said:

"So, the deceased was not a key keeper? He was impersonated by another wizard?"

After taking the compound decoction, you become a different person. If you die without the effect of the medicine, you will maintain the appearance at the time of death and will not return to the original appearance.

"That's tricky." Fudge rubbed his hands together.

"Find all the wizards who didn't watch the game tonight but stayed at the camp," he ordered.

"It's hard, Minister." Kingsley hesitated.

"Many wizards came early, just to buy tickets for a certain game. With our manpower, the game is over before the investigation is completed one by one."

Fudge sighed.

Indeed, it is impossible for him to give an order to keep all the wizards in the arena on the scene, and that will cause agitation.

He is now very complaining in his heart, the England national team is not up to expectations. If the game is played for three days and three nights, how many people do not have to come to investigate? !

and many more……

"Is the game over?" Fudge asked suddenly, turning his head.

"It's over, the England national team... FAIL!"

Tonks, who had been watching the game, replied.

"How many points?"

"10 to 390..."

Fudge shook for a while, and held Kingsley just in time to avoid falling.

Now he suddenly doesn't know which thing to use to attract the heat.

After a while, he finally made up his mind:

"Immediately go and arrange a reporter for a post-match interview with the England national team."

"Ah this... Minister..."

"Go!"

It's nothing to lose the England national team, but on the night of the opening game, an American wizard died, and this was a diplomatic crisis.

The situation is serious and may affect the next game.

"I know several journalists..."

"Is it international enough?" Fudge asked not enough international. "

"Then look for it!"

When Dawlish was far away, Fudge stared at the dark night sky and remained silent.

10 to 390…

When he was a child, he heard that the England national team lost, everyone said they played fake games... Now I understand:

They didn't play fake games, it's actually a real dish!

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Thanks for the 10,000-coin reward from the "Voldemort Downhill" boss!

Sixteen chapters owed... The person has entered the ICU and is receiving oxygen...)