The head coach was really warming up, and after the back run, he did a set of radio gymnastics.

Really good, this Stark kidney refining technique is really good.

That's right, in the magic world, this radio gymnastics is called Stark's Kidney Refinement.

But it wasn't William's name, it was the past principals in the principal's office who were chatty, idle, and gossip... spread out.

William had been in the principal's office for a long time, doing a few sets of gymnastics and glittering square dancing, before being stolen by the principals.

William told them that this was a magical body refining technique from the East.

Practice to the beginning, nourish yin and nourish the kidney; after a small achievement, prolong life.

If you practice to the depths, you can even be reborn with a drop of blood, which can obliterate the avenues.

After learning these portraits, they spread them everywhere, and then Phineas Black secretly changed the body-refinement technique that William was talking about into kidney-practice.

If you want to say that this Principal Black was a serious person during his lifetime, William would definitely not believe it.

After exercising for a while, I stretched my body with loose bones and felt sweating all over my body, and the coach sat back on the chair again.

"Coach, do you need to call a timeout to adjust tactics?" an assistant asked.

The situation is one-sided, we have to do something.

The coach shook his head, looking extremely calm, like a Zen master.

At this time, his tactics are only one:

Adjust it yourself.

No way...to Krum singles to catch the Snitch.

This is the whole tactical core, the kind that does not require a tactical board layout.

It's just that Krum is a Seeker after all, he can't score, and Quidditch is a seven-man game.

This much-anticipated final didn't look like a final at all. Ireland was slaughtering all the way.

The veelas started to use plate tricks, lifting their clothes slightly.

Not only the Irish players were recruited, but the Bulgarian players were also recruited.

The Bulgarian goalkeeper hugged the Irish player and kissed him hard.

The referee, Hassan Mustafa, also landed in front of the dancing Veela.

He behaved eccentrically, flexing and extending his limbs, showing his muscles, and stroking his beard excitedly.

The little leprechauns followed suit, pulling up their clothes, even larger in size, but no one paid any attention to them.

The leprechaun, whose self-esteem was severely beaten, raised his **** at Veela and made rude gestures.

The game became more and more intense. After the Seeker Lynch was injured twice, he still refused to go on and continued to play.

His bravery inspired the Irish team to fight.

They didn't open champagne at the midfield, and naturally they couldn't appear. The so-called Istanbul night, that kind of shocking reversal.

In the end, Krum caught the Snitch, ending the game.

but the score is

Bulgaria: 160,

Ireland: 170.

The Irish National Quidditch team wins!

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On the way to the end, everyone was still discussing the final just now.

"Krum shouldn't have ended the game, with Ireland leading by 160 points," Cho said.

"Qiu, Krum knows that Bulgaria will never catch up!" Cedric shook his head and retorted.

"Ireland's Chasers are amazing... Krum knows he can't win."

"If it was Hufflepuff, with a gap of 160 points, would you go and catch the Golden Snitch?" Qiu asked back.

"Of course not." Cedric laughed. "I believe my teammates can come back against the wind."

Qiu looked at Cedric admiringly and smiled:

"That's right, if it was Ravenclaw, I wouldn't catch the Snitch either.

I believe William will be able to bring the score back...he is the best Chaser ever at Hogwarts. "

"There's always been a saying in Ravenclaw - 'You can always trust William Stark!'"

This sentence is as famous as the one that circulated in the witches of Hogwarts - "Stark is omnipotent".

Cedric nodded thoughtfully, without a position, he immediately criticized:

"Qiu, you're right, Krum really shouldn't end the game."

Everyone looked sideways, as expected of Cedric.

"Yes, if he still has this mentality, I don't think he can ever win the championship." Qiu said flatly.

What Qiu said is right, Krum's mentality does have a problem.

The headwind is the time to look at the strength of a team.

Catching the Golden Snitch only loses ten points, and catching the Golden Snitch later, loses one hundred and fifty points... In his opinion, there is no difference.

One must lose, one may fail...but why not bet on the team's chance to turn the tide?

The last finals were held for five days and five nights. When the difference is the largest, it is even as high as 250 points.

Now that the finals are over, Professor McGonagall and the others will go straight back to Hogwarts.

After a group of people separated, William and the others walked back along the passage illuminated by the lanterns, and there were rough singing in the night sky.

The leprechauns kept dashing over their heads, waving lanterns, singing and cursing veelas.

This behavior was dissatisfied by the audience, who held wands and aimed at the leprechauns.

Among them, the most people who do this kind of thing are England fans. Ireland won the championship, wouldn't this hit them in the face?

That won't work!

To make a mess of the camp.

Old **** stick!

When approaching the tent, William met the old goblins.

The goblin was entangled with Ludo, and they both crossed their arms and looked menacing.

Ludo spoke quickly to the fairies, as if explaining something.

"Hey, William." Ludo broke free and hurried over. "Great, saved."

When they saw William, the goblins dared not approach, fearing that the rich man would now demand a huge sum of nearly five million Galleons.

That's right, William made five million in World War I. He pressed ten items and guessed seven, and the goblins lost even their underpants.

"Why are the goblins looking for you?" William asked.

"It's nothing." Ludo lowered his voice. "Um—that's it...they...um...they were looking for Crouch, and he didn't come to the game tonight."

William glanced at Ludo suspiciously.

"Can I talk to you?" Ludo whispered, "About the Triwizard Tournament, I think you should win the championship."

"Let's talk later, we have to go back to rest now." William said coldly.

Annie was already a little sleepy, dozing on Hermione's shoulder.

"Okay." Ludo nodded.

After everyone left, Ludo was surrounded by goblins again.

"What's the matter with him?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"Maybe he lost a lot of money, and he looked like he was going to the rooftop." William said softly.

There will definitely be a lot of people lining up to get to the rooftop.

the wind tonight,

Very noisy.

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Malfoy wanted to go to the rooftops.

He believed Trelawney's dead liar, and bet 30,000 Galleons with her, and Bulgaria would win.

Well now, lost again.

Red eyes!

"Lucius, let's do it," said a tall figure.

"It's late at night, and we won't have time if we don't do it."

"Yeah. Goyle was right," said another chubby wizard. "My wand is thirsty."

Malfoy glanced at Goyle and Crabbe sitting on the sofa, but did not immediately agree.

Although the plan has long been made, he is still hesitant until now.

But really can't hesitate.

Hesitate and you will lose!

Since Voldemort disappeared, they have given in step by step and made compromises, but after pretending to be pigs for a long time, Fudge really raised them as pigs.

Honest people are pressed and bitten, not to mention they are not honest people.

The Death Eaters should show up once tonight.

A reminder to those who have forgotten them in the world.

"It's done!" Malfoy smashed the goblet in his hand, and the red wine was spilled on the French white velvet carpet.

Everyone in the room ~lightnovelpub.net~ stood up excitedly, with cruel smiles on their faces.

"The area that everyone attacked has been divided, but there is one more place..." Malfoy pointed to a corner of the camp map.

"Who's going to attack Stark? He won five million Galleons tonight..."

No one spoke.

When Malfoy glanced at Goyle and Black, the two immediately avoided their gazes.

"What about you, Nott?" Malfoy asked softly to a hunchbacked wizard.

"I have a bad stomach tonight, or I will definitely kill him." Nott said viciously.

"..."

Malfoy looked at the other wizard again. He just closed his eyes and pretended to be dozing off.

Mad, these scumbags!

Although Malfoy cursed, he was not ready to go.

"I'll go, I'll kidnap his sister." MacNeil suddenly said.

A cruel smile appeared on his face.

"But with five million Galleons, let's split seven to three, and I want seventy percent."

Gore said angrily: "You let..."

Malfoy raised his hand and smiled, "Let's do it this way."

All wear hoods.

Just then, there was a sudden noise outside.

"What's the matter?" Malfoy asked. "Kirby?"

A house elf appeared, and it lowered its head and said, "Master, there is a riot outside, as if someone is attacking the camp."

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

Besides them, was anyone else attacking the camp?

"What should I do, Lucius?" Goyle asked quickly.

"No change." Malfoy's face was ecstatic.

Since someone is taking the blame, it's more reassuring to do it.

The action code name of the action has changed from fish to death...to fish in troubled waters!

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(At the beginning of the month, ask for recommended tickets and monthly tickets, everyone.

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