Chapter 462 Veela and Gold Coins

As Ludo Bagman's voice spread to every corner of the stands, the audience instantly burst into loud cheers and applause, and thousands of flags waved at the same time, and the scene was very lively.

Kyle did not listen to Ludo Bagman's stereotyped opening remarks. He glanced at the house elf Winky again.

Now the entire box was full of people, and only the seat next to her was still empty... It was indeed an empty seat, he had verified it before.

Could it be that Winky really helped Barty Crouch occupy it?

But if that was the case, the game had already started, where was he.

Occupying a seat but not coming, this was not in line with Barty Crouch's character... or the act of occupying a seat itself was not something he could do.

"Oh!"

A deafening cheer suddenly came from the right side of the stands, and everyone stretched their necks and looked up at the sky above the stands.

Kyle also retracted his gaze.

"Please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Accompanying Ludo's voice, Mr. Weasley leaned out of his seat curiously, "I wonder what they brought...ah... Veela!"

"What is a Veela..."

Before Harry asked, a hundred Veelas had already slid onto the field.

And when Harry saw their appearance clearly, he could no longer speak.

They were so beautiful, their skin glowed with a simple soft light like moonlight, and even without wind, their long hair could still float behind their heads...Harry's eyes gradually became blurred.

He originally wanted to restrain himself and try to maintain his mature appearance in front of Qiu, but now he completely forgot about it.

Especially when the music sounded and the Veelas began to dance, his brain was left with only a blank.

The Veelas' dancing became faster and faster. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Harry suddenly stood up, with one leg across the partition wall of the box, as if he wanted to jump down from here.

Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Harry, what are you doing!" she shouted loudly.

At this time, the music stopped.

The girls' laughter came from behind, and Harry woke up. He looked at his legs stepping out of the wall and finally realized what he had done.

And this laughter was like a killing curse, slapping him again and again. An unprecedented sense of shame instantly occupied Harry's whole body. His face suddenly turned red, and he wanted to really jump out.

Hermione smacked her lips loudly, but did not say anything sarcastic.

Because the performance of other people around was similar.

Ron next to him also stood on his seat, stretched his arms forward, and made a diving posture... Fred and George hugged each other, as if they were dancing some kind of duet.

Cedric was a little better, but he also made a very artificial posture... as if he was showing off his muscles.

Qiu sneered and turned his head away from him.

Cedric's face was as white as the wall next to him, without a trace of blood.

As for Kyle, he also stared at the veela with shining eyes.

Hermione smacked her lips again, feeling extremely disappointed... She had thought Kyle would be different, like Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie and the others, who were not affected at all.

Only Connor looked at Kyle suspiciously. If she remembered correctly, Kyle's eyes now were exactly the same as when he first saw the little dragon Norbert.

It was the same when he went to the Forbidden Forest to see those moon beasts.

As the music stopped, the veela left, and the stadium was filled with the angry roars of the audience. Mr. Weasley also pulled Harry back to his seat, and he tried to curl himself up to reduce his presence.

Malfoy's sneers continued to come from behind, but Harry didn't care anymore. He only noticed that Qiu showed a very disappointed look.

Was he disappointed in himself?

Harry didn't know, but if possible, he really hoped that he was in the stands below, so at least it wouldn't be so embarrassing.

But Ron, Fred, and George next to him were different. They also made a fuss like everyone else, wanting the veela to stay.

"There will be a game later." Mr. Weasley patted them, "This is much more beautiful than the Veela."

"Huh?" Ron snorted indifferently, still staring at the Veela, who were now standing in a line on one side of the field.

"Now!" Ludo Bagman's voice sounded like a bell, "Please raise your wands to the air... Welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

Then, with a whoosh, something like a comet flew into the stadium. It flew around the field and suddenly spread out, forming a huge, shining clover, rising high into the air.

The crowd burst into exclamations of "Ah, Ah, Ah".

Something fell from above with a crackling sound, like golden raindrops...

"Great!" Ron forgot about the Veela in a blink of an eye, took off his hat excitedly, and went to catch the falling gold coins.

Kyle looked up at the "Shamrock", which was composed of countless little people wearing red vests and mustaches, each of whom held a golden or green lantern.

It is an Irish leprechaun, about the same size as a Cornish elf, but much smarter, and a creature unique to Ireland.

Fortunately, it is them...

Kyle looked at the gold coins that kept falling. If it was replaced by other mascots, it might not be able to overshadow the Veela.

In the stadium, people stopped shouting for the Veela to come back. They cheered and scrambled for the gold coins, or crawled under the seats to pick them up.

"Is this true?" Connor caught a falling gold coin and couldn't help asking.

"Of course not, the Irish team is not stupid." Kyle said with a smile, "This is a leprechaun coin, it will disappear in a few hours."

"So it's useless?" Connor asked.

"That's not the case, at least the visual effect is great... You can't see the gold coin rain anywhere else." Kyle said.

He moved his wand and collected all the gold coins around him, ready to give them to Niffler as toys later.

A few minutes later, the huge clover disappeared, and the leprechauns landed opposite the Veela, sat cross-legged, and prepared to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen... Please give a warm welcome to the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team. I introduce... Dimitrov!"

A figure in red clothes flew into the stadium from the entrance. He flew so fast that Harry slowed down the panoramic telescope three times before he could see his appearance clearly.

"Ivano..."

The second red figure flew out, followed by the third...

Bagman shouted out the names of each player loudly, and the applause in the stands never stopped.

"Next, the last one to appear is... Krum!"

The stands seemed to explode, and the cheers were so loud that people's ears were numb. Even many supporters of the Irish team were screaming.

Kyle also looked over.

Viktor Krum was dark and thin, with a big hooked nose and two thick black eyebrows. He looked like an eagle.

And he always had a gloomy face, which made him look like he was thirty years old, not a student who had not yet graduated.

Next came the members of the Irish Quidditch national team, who also received warm applause, with Chaser Moran getting less applause than Krum, but not much less.

The two teams flew in the sky on their brooms, staring at each other with eager eyes.