Chapter 341: The Spectacular Final

Chapter 341: The Spectacular Final

A burst of cheers and applause erupted from the audience stands, creating an extraordinary buzz.

However, the atmosphere inside the private box hadn't thawed from its icy demeanor; everyone's expressions remained stiff. While Harry felt his forehead wasn't as painful, his mind was a mess, entangled in inexplicable suspicions. He wasn't sure if the pain in his scar was related to Barty Crouch Jr. Perhaps it was all just coincidental...

"What if it's not?" a voice emerged in his mind. Harry knew what he was thinkingProfessor Quirrell from his first year.

"But Mr. Crouch certainly didn't wear a big scarf on his head!"

Ron placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Hey, Harry, you okay? That was quite unexpected earlier... Anyway, um," he looked around, trying to find something interesting, "speaking of surprises, how did Krum get so energetic?"

Indeed, just moments ago, Viktor Krum had looked rather scared, but now, as he presided over the Quidditch World Cup final, his voice was filled with passion and joy, as if he had completely forgotten about Winky.

"... Let's welcome the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Harry looked out onto the field, not particularly interested in the pre-match mascot performance that Hermione had mentioned to him. However, his attention was soon captivated, "It's Veela!" exclaimed Mr. Weasley, hurriedly polishing his glasses with excitement.

A hundred Veela glided onto the pitch, beautiful women, incredibly beautiful women. In fact, more than one person had thought: they might not be human. The Veela's skin glowed, their hair swayed gracefully behind them, exuding a powerful allure. Especially when they began to dance, this charm effortlessly captured the attention of the entire audience.

Felix smiled as he pulled a rambunctious Ludo Bagman back from trying to respond to the Veela, who had tempted even Cedric Diggory to stand on his chair, wanting to join the dance. But he wasn't the only one who lost control; those who were seeing Veela for the first time, those unprepared, were more susceptible to their charm.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Felix's gaze swept over the crowd; the appearance of the Veela had warmed up the atmosphere in the box. Hermione let out a loud snort of disapproval, pulling Harry and Ron back into their seats. "Oh, come on, what's gotten into you two!" she scolded.

The Irish leprechauns' performance that followed was also unforgettable. These little people, dressed in red jackets and sporting beards, flitted back and forth above the enormous stadium, forming various shapes of fireworks. Finally, they assembled into a massive, dazzling shamrock, hovering above the spectators' heads, showering them with a cascade of golden coins, like drops of golden rain.

"Fake," said Hermione, picking up one of the coins. Nevertheless, she still excitedly gathered them.

Next, Ludo Bagman enthusiastically introduced the teams of the match, focusing on the Seekers from each side. When the names of Krum and Lynch were announced, the audience responded with enthusiasm.

The match began.

Both national teams displayed immense strength, moving so fast that faces became blurred, and the field was filled with indistinct red and green shadows. Ludo Bagman could barely manage to call out their names and tactical maneuvers.

"The Quaffle's with Mullet! Passed to Troy! Now over to Moran! Dimitrov! Mullet! Back to Troy!"

Bagman shrieked, "Falcon formation in play! Watch out... It's in! Troy scores, tactical success, 10:0, Ireland takes the lead!" He bellowed with excitement, and the whole stadium erupted into cheers.

The match continued

"Another one for Troy! The Quaffle's still on Ireland's side! You must've noticedoh, my goodness! Ireland is launching another attack! Moran! Mullet!"

"Porskoff Ploy failed... Pass back! Spectacular! Moran this time!"

Soon, Ireland was leading 30:0, and Bagman suddenly yelled, "Look at the SeekersKrum and Lynch, they seem to have discovered something, they're tangled upoh, dear! Healer on the field! Lynch is down! Faked it! Match paused!"

Clutching her binoculars, Cho asked curiously, "What's going on? The Golden Snitch, those two just did something?"

Alec Hopkins excitedly explained, "Lanczy Feint, pretended to spot the Snitch, dived suddenly, lured the opposition, then" he gestured toward Lynch, who was dazed and seemed to be floating on a cloud, his nose and face bloody, "That's the result of a loser, damn luck." He muttered under his breath.

Lucius Malfoy seemed somewhat uncomfortable, involuntarily gripping his wand tighter. "Of course, I will provide an answer," Narcissa observed her husband's behavior with surprise, looking at him skeptically.

Lucius shook his head, not offering any explanation.

As they exited the box, Felix and his companions heard the Bulgarian Minister's composed voice saying, "I must say, our lads played bravely."

"Turns out you can speak English!" Fudge exclaimed with annoyance. "But you had me gesturing around here all day!"

"Hey, don't you find it amusing?" the Bulgarian Minister shrugged, nonchalant.

Amusing... Fudge panted, his nostrils flaring; he felt like punching the guy, especially after all that nonsense from earlier...

Once he cooled down, Fudge began to feel that Crouch's behavior had been a bit off. Could it be due to recent pressure?

As Clementine passed by the front row, she happened to remark to Felix, "Ha, I've actually heard this uncle's proper English pronunciation before. I thought I was mistaken..."

Fudge's expression suddenly became quite interesting, and a smile spread across the Bulgarian Minister's face.

Felix hurriedly led her downstairs, passing through the layers of audience stands. The top-tier box they had been in was magically illuminated. Ludo Bagman had already started to welcome the Quidditch players from both teams into the box.

The supporters of the Irish team erupted into deafening cheers, while the fans supporting the Bulgarian team looked utterly lost, not yet having recovered from the shock.

Standing at a neutral angle, Clementine said, "They are indeed pitiable, trailing by such a huge margin... hoping for a turnaround that never came..."

"Veela" Felix began to say.

Three or four Bulgarian fans glared at her, and she belatedly hunched her shoulders, taking refuge on Felix's other side.

Lupin smiled as he followed behind them.

As they reached the ground, the victorious team soared above them, the Irish players completing a lap around the pitch with their mascots.

"At least there's no crowding." Lupin remarked, "We have plenty of time."

Felix mumbled, "I was worried about rowdy behavior from the losing fans. I hope the Ministry of Magic steps in."

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