Chapter 368： Veeva and the Leprechaun

Chapter 368: Veeva and the Leprechaun

Bang, a bag of potato chips hit Ron's head.

"Shut up, don't say those disgusting things." Hermione said irritably, she was eating, Ron was such a fool.

Ron tore open the potato chips package, grabbed the potato chips with his fingers, and ate it with big mouthfuls, "As expected, it is the best box. I have never seen this brand of potato chips outside. This must be their special one. Yes, it's a pity that Dad and them won't come."

"Mr. Weasley wants to stay in a box with the leader of the Ministry of Magic." Harry whispered.

At this moment, a thunderous sound came out of the box on the top floor opposite. The deafening sound spread to the entire stadium, covering every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome everyone, welcome everyone, welcome you, welcome you to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup finals."

The stands also waved countless flags with the same enthusiastic cheers and applause. The chaotic national anthem, one after another. Singing and laughing are endless, and the scene is very lively.

The words on the flying billboard disappeared and became: Bulgaria 0, Ireland, 0.

"Okay, then I will make a long story short, and now please allow me to have the honor to introduce to you the mascot of the Bulgarian national team.

On the right side of the stand, loud applause and cheers came out. A neat bright red square waved the same flag and delivered the same shout.

"Oh," George said, raising his eyebrows, "it turned out to be Veeva."

While talking, a team has already slid to the arena, and the team of nearly a hundred people are all the most beautiful women.

Their skin is like the moon, glowing with radiance and beauty. The long hair behind his head flutters automatically without wind, making it even more beautiful.

The music started, and Veeva began to dance, and the scene became silent. Only the beautiful music and the dancing of Veeva, the rest is the rough gasp, the whole arena fell into weird silence.

When George saw that Veeva appeared, Harry and Ron stood there stupidly.

As Veeva danced, Ron blushed and panted heavily, and he took a few steps forward, seemingly about to jump from the stands.

Harry's performance was slightly better, but his eyes were also lost and he looked dizzy. Fortunately, he did not act at his feet, retaining a little sense of reason.

Hermione was completely unaffected, or she was extremely impatient with the Veeva in the audience.

Wild music, wild dancing, wild veils, and heavy breathing from wizards. The entire stadium has become very unsightly.

Fortunately, Veeva's team did not let them skip the entire game.

Finally, the music stopped and Veeva began to exit. Their exit seemed to arouse great indignation, and there were angry roars everywhere in the stadium. People don't want Veeva to leave.

Ron seemed to think the same way. He tore off the clover from his hat in a daze, and tore the tall green hat again. Finally, he was about to tear his clothes and pants.

George hurriedly prevented Ron's exposure. With a snap of his fingers, Harry and Ron were like a bucket of cold water poured on their heads, and a sharp spirit came to their senses.

They seemed to reflect it, remembering the embarrassing behavior they had just done, they poured cold juice hard, suppressing the flame and embarrassment in their hearts.

Hermione snorted softly and rolled her eyes, very dissatisfied with their performance.

On the opposite side of the stand, the loud voice began to speak again, "Now, please raise your wand to the sky, and please warmly welcome everyone, the mascot of the Irish national team."

As soon as the words fell, a green and gold thing flew into the gymnasium with a swish. It flies quickly around the stadium, changing its shape.

It gathers, then spreads, one after another, like waves of green and gold.

Finally, it turned into a huge, dazzling clover. The clover rose high into the air, hovering in the stands, crackling a lot of golden raindrops, falling from the clover.

"Oh, great, they are all gold coins." Ron shouted with joy, clover hovering over his head, golden raindrops falling on their place. He retracted his arms and kept gathering the glittering and shining things.

"That's the Irish Leprechaun." George explained to them.

He observes the clover, which is made up of many red vests and small beards. They carry a small golden or green lamp. They cooperate with each other in a unified shape and look like a whole from a distance.

Ron had picked up all the gold coins on the ground, and he also picked up the torn green hat. He muttered, "Sure enough, we should support the Irish team. They are too rich."

Ron never thought that someone would have money to such a degree. He looked at the handful of gold coins he picked up, fearing that he would be able to get the tickets for the game back.

George smiled and said softly, "Just look, the Irish Leprechaun's gold coin is a special product they made. It looks the same as the real thing, but it will disappear after a few hours. Otherwise. If so, they would have bought the entire magic world."

According to records, many people have tried to turn Leprechaun’s gold coins into real objects But unfortunately, this is impossible. This is a special magical creation that cannot be maintained for long.

"Ah...no." The little demon made a big joke. Ron's face was filled with joy and loss. He threw the gold coin on the table, even the green hat on the table. Sora enjoys a game, and even the enthusiasm for supporting the Irish team has diminished.

The Leprechaun slowly landed on the stands, landed on the square of his team, and looked at each other across the court with Veeva, provoking each other.

The game started, and the host began to introduce the players who played in turn.

After some pre-match preparations, the game finally began.

The level of the World Cup competition is of course much higher than that of the Quidditch competition in the college, and there are many more tricks.

Each team member rides a firebolt, and they change their formations, swiftly slamming.

They quickly stop, spin, lift off, and sneak. All kinds of incredible flying skills are changing, and the difficult movements in the textbook are all displayed under the use of the team.

Their tactics are equally powerful and superb, far exceeding Ravenclaw's tactical coordination. They attacked more fiercely than Gryffindor, more desperate than the Slytherin players, and more united than Hufflepuff. This is the level of the World Cup, this is the highest level of Quidditch games.

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