Chapter 464 Celebration

Fred and George's idea of ​​making the game last for five days was ultimately unsuccessful.

One hour into the game, Ireland's Zillion found the Snitch, and so did Krum.

The little golden ball with wings was about five feet above the ground.

They both accelerated and dived down at an astonishing speed.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione screamed!

"No!" Ron said firmly, "Krum is the best seeker!"

"But Zillion will!" Harry, Cedric and Charlie shouted almost at the same time.

They were right, and Zillion fell heavily to the ground for the second time.

The Veela were so excited that they swarmed and laughed at the leprechauns.

Krum stabilized his broom at the last moment, flew close to the ground for a while, then rose lightly into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

"Krum caught the Snitch! The game is over!" Harry shouted.

The scoreboard flashed the score, 170:160

"Ireland won!" Bagman shouted, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice, as if he was confused by the sudden end of the game.

"Krum caught the Snitch, and Korlan won... God, I don't think anyone expected this outcome!"

Not only him, most Bulgarian supporters also couldn't figure it out.

In their opinion, Krum had successfully stopped Qilin, and he should have given up catching the Snitch until his teammates reduced the score to less than 150 points.

This is how the games were played in previous years.

Just like last time, the reason why it lasted for five whole days was because the score gap was too big...The Seekers on the trailing side kept dragging it out and tried their best to prevent the other side from catching the Snitch.

But Krum...many people thought that he was really stupid to end the game when Ireland was leading by 160 points.

"Maybe he knew that the score couldn't be caught up." Kyle looked at Ron with regret and said, "The Chaser is too far behind. His judgment is correct. Ending the game now is the best choice."

It's a pity to lose the game when you are ten points behind, but it sounds better to say it out loud. At least you can say it's a close defeat.

If the game continues, it will be impolite to lose when you are five hundred points or even one thousand points behind.

It will be embarrassing, and the players' reputation will plummet. So it's the most appropriate time to end the game.

Kyle looked at the field again.

The leprechauns flew back and forth in the sky in ecstasy, but you can still vaguely see that the Bulgarian players are all around Krum, shaking their heads, looking dejected.

Not far away, the players of the Irish team, who won the championship, danced happily, and their mascots once again sprinkled gold coins like a shower.

The Veelas have regained their original beauty, but they all look dejected and sad.

"I said, we played very bravely." A heavy voice came from behind Kyle. It was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

"Yes, that's right..." Fudge said subconsciously, but then he suddenly froze.

"You just... wait, so you can understand what I said, and let me draw here all day!"

"Hey, that's fun, isn't it?" The Bulgarian Minister shrugged and said.

Fudge was very angry. Even when he presented the trophy to the champion team at the end, he didn't look very happy.

The Bulgarian Minister next to him kept smiling happily, as if they were the winners.

At this time, Bagman put his wand against his throat again, "whispering"

"I dare say this game will be talked about by people for several years." He said hoarsely, "What an unexpected turn... It's a pity that the game didn't last longer."

He looked down.

The game was over, and it was time to leave, but some people did not leave the stadium, but moved towards the top box in the opposite direction of the exit.

They were basically wearing clover ornaments, talking and laughing with each other.

Bagman also saw those people, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.

"Sorry, Arthur." He stopped chatting with Mr. Weasley, "I have something to do, see you next time."

After that, he quickly left the box and disappeared in the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Weasley also took others downstairs.

"Hey, Arthur." At the exit, a bearded wizard stopped them, "Did you see Ludo? I remember you were in the top box just now."

"He left after the minister presented the trophy." Mr. Weasley said, "What's wrong, Ovo."

"Nothing." The bearded wizard said happily, "It's just that the generous Ludo is going to pay for my ticket. Ireland won, and the game lasted less than a day... He lost a total of fifty Galleons to me!"

"That's really congratulations to you." Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"Haha!" The other party smiled and waved his hand, "I'm going to find Ludo, see you next time."

"See you next time."

...

When Mr. Weasley, Kyle and the others finally returned to the camp, it was already very late, but this did not affect people's mood of celebration at all.

People's rough singing came from the night sky, and little leprechauns kept flying over their heads, waving lanterns in their hands. Laugh out loud.

"Can we go back now?" Kyle asked, looking at the thick night.

"I'm afraid not." Mr. Weasley shook his head. "No one thought that the game would end so soon. It will take some time for the portkeys to be issued."

"What about Apparition?" Kyle continued to ask.

"No way." Mr. Weasley said, "Most places here have anti-Apparition spells, and there are people from the Ministry of Magic patrolling the area. Only the open area when we came is an open area. Look there... "

He pointed ahead.

The long queue stretched all the way to the entrance of the camp, with no end as far as the eye could see.

Kyle frowned.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"It's nothing." Kyle said, "It's just that the surroundings are too noisy. I feel like I won't be able to sleep here."

"Oh yes, you're right," Mr. Weasley muttered. "Thankfully I'm not on duty and don't have to persuade them to stop celebrating their victory, otherwise it would be unimaginable."

He looked at Kyle, thought for a moment and said: "Well, you are right, it is really not good to sleep here... I will go find Arnold, and if he agrees, we can find a place outside the camp. Disapparated back."

With that, he left the tent.

Kyle stood at the door and watched for a while.

On the other side of the camp, singing and strange crashing sounds were still echoing in the night sky. It seemed that they were preparing to celebrate their victory all night long.

…

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Weasley finally returned.

"How..." Kyle was about to ask when he was pushed into the tent.

"Quick, wake up everyone else!"

Mr. Weasley's expression was solemn, "Someone attacked Arnold. When I passed by, I happened to see him being put down in the woods by a hooded man."

"Who is it!" Bill, who was still asleep, immediately took out his wand.

"I don't know, I can't see the face." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "I have already informed the Aurors. Before they find the culprit, we'd better stay in the tent and don't go anywhere. This is also Scrimgeour." the meaning of."

"It must be those Bulgarian supporters." Bill said angrily, "They lost the game and wanted to cause trouble to vent their dissatisfaction!"

Mr. Weasley said nothing, but in his heart, he was also inclined to this answer.

Everyone was woken up, they got dressed, packed up their gifts, sat in the tent and waited.

This incident also gave Mr. Weasley a sense of crisis. He was worried that those guys who had nowhere to vent because they lost the game would cause trouble again. He was ready to leave immediately after the Aurors found the person.

"Really, what do those people want to do, and why at this time." Ron complained with a yawn.

He was too sleepy. He sat at the small table with his head pounding, "Aren't they afraid of being attacked by Aurors..."

Before he finished speaking, Kyle suddenly noticed that the voice outside had changed.

The singing stopped and turned into screams and the sound of people running in panic.

"Arthur!" A man opened the tent and was one of the two Aurors who had appeared in the top box.

He spoke quickly, "Something's wrong, there are too many of them, be careful!"

After saying that, he took the wand and left quickly.

"Let's go!" Mr. Weasley decided immediately, "Get out of here quickly!"