novelslam Chapter 543 They Are Real! (Thanks to "Voldemort under the slope" for the reward of [-] co
Chapter 543 They Are Real! (Thanks to "Voldemort under the slope" for the reward of [-] co
Chapter 543 They Are Real! (Thanks to "Voldemort under the slope" for the reward of [-] coins!)
Quidditch Stadium,
A certain area was completely silent, and filled with a trace of dead silence.
Since it is the host country, the Ministry of Magic naturally draws an area for British fans.
The meaning is also very simple:
It's the World Cup, it doesn't matter if you are an Irish fan, an England fan, or a Scottish fan... you must stop fishing, reverse the strings, and take the rhythm.
In a word: During the Quidditch World Cup, stop internal fighting and unanimously external.
Although everyone didn't think so in their hearts, they still suppressed their temper first.
Only after the competition is over, we will counterattack and liquidate certain groups that have danced for more than a month.
But, the fans at this time are a little confused, and they are confused by the score on the field.
In just 10 minutes, the England national team, which claimed to be invincible in the training match and celebrated its victory in advance, was beaten by the Transylvania team.
Zero points, zero assists, zero steals, zero free throws, zero threatening shots... But the Transylvania team easily scored five goals in a row.
Currently fifty to zero... It's like chopping melons and vegetables.
This is England's 42-game winning streak in training games?Did you play a fake match in the training match?
"Oh crap, another goal."
Ludo, who was the commentator, also lost the passion to start.
30 seconds into the game, someone breaks the door, you are also confused!
He said loudly: "The latest technical statistics, this is the fastest record in the history of the Quidditch World Cup to complete a 32-point goal, and it only took [-] minutes!!"
In line with the principle that although the odds are not high, such a small amount of money can be earned very steadily, Ludo bet five hundred Galleons...
I didn't expect to be slaughtered by others now, and I have no power to fight back!
In the box, Professor Trelawney excitedly hugged the prophecy ball with trembling hands.She said sharply:
"I already knew the result!"
"You told us at noon that you saw the England national team win with your third eye, didn't you, Sybil?" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing.
Professor Trelawney snorted and glared at McGonagall.
"I deliberately didn't say the correct result, otherwise everyone would buy the Transylvania team, and you and William wouldn't be able to earn Galleons.
You have pressed so much, shouldn't you share with me? "
Professor Trelawney has advanced one year's salary, and there is not much money to add one yuan.Not as much as McGonagall and William pressed.
If she had known the result earlier, she would have asked Dumbledore to advance her salary for 600 years.
All the teachers looked at the two of them, including Professor Snape.
He stroked his greasy hair thoughtfully.
It sounds like Big Shit is about to make a lot of money... The potions he sells seem to be going up in price too.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Mag coughed hard and explained softly:
"I didn't want to gamble, I just saw Mr. Stark betting, and I followed suit.
Just to prove to him... gambling can be quit..."
Everyone rolled their eyes.Professor McGonagall vividly proved that there is no way to quit gambling!
In the top box,
Fudge gritted his teeth, even the veins on his forehead popped.
The senior officials of the Ministry of Magic from various countries bowed their heads to discuss with each other and let out buzzing laughter.
"Look at it, let a few balls get in the way, don't worry."
After he finished speaking, Transylvania scored another goal.
The audience burst into laughter, and what the audience likes most is the scene where the upper face is swollen and the face is swollen.
Everyone was happy except the England fans and those who pressured them to win.
Fudge felt his face being slapped.He also bought a thousand galleons for a small fee, and it looked like he was going to lose everything.
At this moment, the excitement belongs to them and has nothing to do with him!
Suddenly, Dawlish Apparated in the box.He walked briskly to Fudge's side and bent down.
"Mr. Minister...there just died..."
Fudge waved his hands impatiently and said, "It's not that if you die a few times, I won't be able to delay my watching the game, right?"
"This is the opening game of the Quidditch World Cup!"
Everyone turned their ears sideways, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Dawlish leaned closer to Fudge's ear, and his voice dropped even further.
"American...beautiful..." Minister Fudge's expression darkened instantly.
The one who died was actually an American wizard!
Not anymore.With the decline of the Big Bang Empire, this also has an impact in the magic world.
This is a serious diplomatic accident.
He stood up, maintained a smile and said:
"Everyone has a little problem, I'll take a step first, everyone have fun tonight."
"What's going on!" Fudge asked immediately after leaving the box.
"Mr. Minister, the keykeeper of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is dead, and the body was found in his tent," Dawlish said.
Fudge was silent.Tonight's bad things really happened one after another.
I wanted to show my face, but I showed my butt!
……
……
Walk into the room along the broken wall.
Looking at the corpse on the ground and the damage around him, Fudge frowned and said:
"It's a fierce battle, it should be able to detect magic fluctuations."
"Mr. Minister, we detected it, and it came very quickly."
Kingsley, who came back from the hunt, sighed.
"But the battle here ended faster than you thought. When we arrived near the tent, there were still Peruvian stealth smoke bombs around.
There was no immediate way to find the entrance at all. "
Dawlish interjected: "The murderer's technique is sophisticated, after killing him with one blow, he immediately fled away... definitely premeditated and organized.
It's not like one person can do it. I think there may be five or six wizards involved in this kill. "
"So many people?" Fudge frowned.
If there is such a potential force committing crimes, how can the Quidditch World Cup continue.
Fudge immediately thought of foreign forces in an attempt to disrupt the World Cup.
French?
Britain and France have a feud, and they deliberately killed American wizards... It is also possible.
"Mr. Minister, we also found this on the deceased." Kingsley handed over a small flagon.
"It's a compound potion in here."
Fudge was fiddling with the flagon, he squinted and said:
"So, the deceased was not the key manager? He was impersonated by another wizard?"
If you take compound decoction and become another person, if you die before the effect of the medicine fades, you will maintain the appearance when you died, and will not return to the original appearance.
"This is tricky." Fudge rubbed his hands.
"Find all the wizards who didn't watch the game tonight but stayed in the camp." He ordered.
"It's hard, Minister." Kingsley hesitated.
"Many wizards came in advance and just bought tickets for a certain game. With our manpower, the game is over before we finish checking each one."
Fudge sighed.
Indeed, it was impossible for him to give an order to keep all the wizards in the arena at the scene, and that would cause restlessness.
He is now complaining in his heart that the England national team is not up to date.If the game lasts for three days and three nights, how many people can't be checked? !
and many more……
"Is the game over?" Fudge asked suddenly, turning his head.
"It's over, the England national team... fiasco!"
Tonks, who has been following the game all the time, replied.
"How many points?"
"10 to 390..."
Fudge shook for a while, and supported Kingsley in time to prevent him from falling.
Now he suddenly doesn't know which thing to use to attract the heat.
After a while, he finally made a decision:
"Immediately arrange for reporters to conduct post-match interviews with the England national team."
"Ah... Minister..."
"Go!"
It's not a big deal for the England national team to lose some people, but on the night of the opening game, an American wizard died. This is a diplomatic crisis.
The situation is serious and may affect the next game.
Dawlish said: "I know several journalists..."
"International enough?" Fudge asked.
"Not international enough."
"Then find it!"
When Dawlish was gone, Fudge looked at the dark night sky and remained silent.
10 to 390…
When he was a child, he heard that the England national team lost, and everyone said they played fake matches... Only now did he understand:
They didn't play fake games, they were actually real dishes!
……
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone.
Thanks to the boss of "Voldemort under the slope" for the reward of [-] coins!
Sixteen chapters are owed...the person has entered the ICU and is receiving oxygen...)
(End of this chapter)