Chapter 350： Mobilization before the game (modified, thanks to Super Silver Dameng Ksg ...

As the afternoon passed, a feeling of excitement filled the camp with clouds that could be touched.

At dusk, even the silent summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.

At this time, somewhere deep in the woods came a low and thick gong, and immediately, thousands of red, green, and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the stadium.

"Time is up!" Said Mr. Irving Harris, and everyone looked as excited as possible. "Come on, let's go!"

Irving and Lucius Malfoy led the way ahead. After lunch, they had been communicating, and they seemed to be satisfied with each other.

Draco Malfoy held the rose flag of the England team in one hand and the magic statue of Alan Harris in one hand, and followed behind with a smile on his face.

They walked quickly into the woods along the passage illuminated by lanterns.

They can hear thousands of people walking around, hear shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

This fanatical excitement was very contagious, and Allen's emotions were also mobilized and laughed.

Successfully passed the ticket inspection and entered the magnificent stadium.

The stairs leading to the stadium are covered with fuchsia carpet.

They stepped up with the crowd, and slowly those people entered the stands on the left and right.

The pedestrian led by Owen kept walking up, and finally reached the top of the stairs.

They found themselves in a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, and facing the golden goal.

Here are dozens of purple and gold-plated seats divided into two rows, this is the exclusive box that Owen has specially ordered at a high price.

Irving didn't stay here, but after letting his family and son's friends put his hands down, he continued with his three sons and walked to another top box.

Lucius also took Draco with him.

"Mr. Harris, good luck. Allen, nice to meet you." Sirius Black politely shook hands with Irving, which was a bit inconsistent with his usual feeling.

"Allen, your idea is very good. Harry and I had a great time this holiday." Sirius' face glanced past the gloomy days and happily said to Allen.

"Vernon's face must be pretty." Allen also smiled.

As they stepped into the box, Percy Weasley hurriedly stood up and saluted Owen, looking as if they had just sat on the back of a thorny porcupine.

Ron saw Allen and Malfoy who entered with Harry, squinted, and pulled Harry over.

Draco glared contemptuously at Harry and Ron, and stood behind Allen and said nothing.

At this moment, Owen suddenly laughed: "Bagman, how are you collecting money from children?"

Bagman turned back in surprise, immediately collected Jin Jialong in his hand, and came over to shake hands with Mr. Harris.

"Ludo, are you ready?" Owen asked.

"Of course, my passion is ready." Bagman smiled and waved his face, as if to say it was nothing.

"Are you gambling?" Allen asked politely after saying hello to Bagman.

Bagman glanced at Owen and saw that he was still smiling, relieved.

"Add a little excitement to the game." Bagman said lightly.

"Want to make a bet on the game, Lucius?" Owen asked with interest.

"Of course." Lucius smiled. For him, it was like buying some fish, chips and beer while watching the game.

"Let me think ... I bet a thousand gallons on England to win, and Allen grabs the golden snitch." Irving said, his temperament looked a bit like an upstart, and the people of the Ning Weasley family were a little shocked .

Allen knew that Bagman could n’t get the money at all. He wanted to stop his father, but then he understood what his father meant.

Most of his father knew about Bagman's financial situation. This is probably to better control him.

At the same time, for Owen, this is also a way to cheer for his son in disguise.

"A thousand gold gallons?" Ludo Bagman looked a little bit at a loss, but soon recovered his calm. "The odds I give you will not be too high. Because, I also believe that Allen will catch Live the Golden Snitch. "

He blinked at Allen.

Lucius glanced at him, and his tone did not fluctuate. "I made the same amount, betting on England to win, and Allen caught the Golden Snitch."

Bagman looked like he was about to cry: "With such a big bet, then I still have to lower the odds, are you sure you want to bet?"

Lucius glanced at him lightly, which made Bagman instantly understand that things had reached an unchangeable point.

Ludo Bagman slowly took out his notebook and quill pen, and reluctantly wrote the names of Mr. Harris and Mr. Lucius on it.

At this moment, the sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded behind them.

It turned out that when the Minister of Magic Connelly Fudge himself drove, Percy bowed too low, his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

He was so embarrassed that he fixed the lens with his wand, and then sat in the seat blankly.

Irving immediately stepped forward, and Fudge greeted him like an old friend, and then greeted Alan cordially.

Fudge held Allen's hand kindly like his father, asked him coldly and warmly, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him, as if their previous relationship was too familiar.

"Alan Harris, you know," he loudly told the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria-the man was wearing a gorgeous black velvet gown with gold trim, which seemed to be incomprehensible in English, "The Quidditch World Cup Young golfer, you must know who he is— "

The Bulgarian wizard carefully looked at Alan, and immediately looked excited, and grunted in his mouth.

"Thank you for your compliment. My Animagus is indeed a Phoenix." Allen suddenly grumbled.

"It's really good, and you can speak our Bulgarian language. You and Krum are young talents!" The wizard from Bulgaria looked at Allen admiringly.

Although Allen was not very young, he was neither humble nor adventurous, which won the favor of almost everyone present.

"Great, Allen, you speak Bulgarian language. Communicating with him is really hard. God knows how I lived this day. Crouch knows Bulgarian, but--" Fudge wrinkled Frowning, he smiled extremely kindly in an instant.

"Unfortunately, you have to participate in the competition. This is Mr. Oberansk-Mr. Obalonsk-he is the Minister of Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, it does not matter, anyway, he can not understand what I am talking about." Fudge Xiang Allen introduced.

Allen saluted the other party again, and the Bulgarian minister had an excellent impression of Allen and talked to Allen about the customs and Quidditch match between the two countries.

On one side, Ludo Bagman seemed to figure it out and regained his spirit.

"Are everyone ready?" He said, his round face shining like a huge spherical cheese, "Minister-can I start?"

"You say start right now, Ludo." Fudge said kindly.

Allen saw this and hurried off, he needed to join the team.

The atmosphere in the stadium outside was extremely hot, and Allen moved to the dressing room, changed his team uniform, and stayed with his teammates to prepare for the highly anticipated final game of the season.

They have changed their team uniforms and are sitting in the locker room collectively. Head coach Geraldine is going to make a mobilization speech for them.

His eyes, like hawks, glanced sharply at the players sitting below.

"I really don't know what to say. Three minutes later, it was the biggest fight in our career."

All the people, whether they gaze at the coach vigorously or hold their heads with both hands, are listening carefully.

"Everything has come today, we can go to glory as a team, or we will collapse, one by one, one by one, until we are finished." Geraldine's tone was very solemn.

The entire dressing room is in a low air pressure.

"Now I can't fight for you anymore. In fact, obviously, I'm too old!" Geraldine said with emotion.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief, and it was hard to imagine that such weak words came from the coach who was famous for his **** means.

"I looked around and I saw these young faces, and I was thinking ..."

He paused and continued: "I mean, did I make a mistake that a middle-aged man might make. I, uh ..."

His words attracted the attention of all players, and even Banks, who was buried in the head, looked up at him.

"I squandered all my money, believe it or not." He patted the information in his hand, "I also drove away the people who loved me."

His tone became more and more heavy: "Recently, I can't even face my face in the mirror."

"You know, when your life gets older, many things will leave you. This is a part of life. However, you only realize when you start to lose again, life is actually a scoring game, like Quidditch. "

The players began to think according to his thinking.

"Because no matter whether it's game life or Quidditch, there is very little room for you to make mistakes." He started to step backwards sideways. "I mean, you can't achieve your goal half an hour or a half step; Or half a second later, you ca n’t catch the ball. "

"Every minute we need is by our side, every minute, every second."

The players clamored, and some even slapped.

Geraldine raised his hand, stopped them, and continued: "Our whole team is fighting for this point ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The whole team is ready to crush the bones for this point and fight for it." He raised his right hand as if to seize the victory.

The players' eyes followed Geraldine closely, and they sighed and cheered loudly.

Geraldine's tone became firmer, "because we know that adding up each point is the watershed between victory and defeat, the watershed between life and death,"

The team members were blushing and looked excitedly at Geraldine.

"In any game, those who are not afraid of death will always win that point. I also know that I can live a meaningful life because I am still willing to fight for that point to the last moment."

Geraldine's voice was heated.

"I can't let you do it now, you have to look at the comrades beside you and look into their eyes."

The players looked at each other.

"I think you will see that you are willing to fight with you to fight for your comrades who score every point."

Cohen, who was careless at first, couldn't help but stepped forward, wanting to listen more carefully.

"You will see a comrade who is willing to sacrifice for you and the team. Because he knows that you will do the same for him when necessary."

"This is teamwork, gentlemen. Also, whether we are fighting in unity or one by one, this is Quidditch."

Geraldine spread his hands, and there was silence in the room.

"this is all."

He looked at all the players enthusiastically, "Now, tell me, what should you do?"

The team members stood up, clamored, full of fighting spirit, with a firm expression on their faces, following Geraldine, preparing to set foot on their arena, their stage.