The final of the Quidditch World Cup ended with a victory for the Irish national team.

Of course, the game process is quite thrilling.

But Tiera didn't pay attention, because he had been busy controlling the "Eye of the Dementor" to **** joy, anger, and... **** and other emotions everywhere—

I don't know why, in the crowd, a few witches and wizards began to release hormones inexplicably while watching Victor Krum's figure flying back and forth in mid-air—

Obviously, the high-speed movement in the air pressed Victor Krum's thin jersey tightly against Krum's chest, revealing his majestic, ancient Greek sculpture-like abdominal muscles and pectoral muscle curves.

"I can! I can! I can! I can! I can..."

Tiera heard other voices mixed with cheers—

Tiera helped others and helped the wizards and witches **** these emotions away.

Put on a dress in public, thank you.

So all Tierra's information about the game was relayed to him by Harry Potter—

Harry, while monopolizing the telescope, explained to Tiera over and over again.

Although the Bulgarian national team's chaser Viktor Krum caught the Golden Snitch in the end, it was still a step too late——

In the end, the Irish national team defeated the Bulgarian national team with a narrow advantage of 170 to 160 and won the 422nd Quidditch World Cup crown.

Huge cheers and shouts of joy erupted from the mouths of the Irish fans like a volcanic eruption.

"Eye of the Dementor" is too busy now—

Because the joy at the scene is too much, so much that it will overflow.

So Tiera just let it absorb happiness at will, as much as she can absorb, anyway, Tiera has earned a lot of potted plants on this trip to the World Cup.

The leprechauns were ecstatically weaving around the arena.

The Bulgarian team's Viktor Krum was surrounded by a group of doctors and wizards. Viktor Krum's face was quite gloomy. He did not let the doctor clean the wound for him, scrub the blood, and did not let any doctor touch him. himself, and his teammates were all around him, all shaking their heads in dejection.

Just a short distance away, it was like another world, the Irish players danced with joy, their mascots threw showers of gold coins at them—

Tiera waved her wand again without anyone noticing—

No way, Tiera, who has five thousand years of traditional Chinese virtues, can't see anyone wasting so much.

But at this time, no one cared about the gold coins anymore. Even Barty Crouch, the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, who was sitting not far from Tiera, didn't even look at Tiera.

Flags were waved all over the stadium and the Irish national anthem was played in all directions.

The beautiful veela bowed her head and grimaced—

This made them even more charming.

At least Tiera has absorbed a lot of "I can, I can, I can..." emotions.

"I said, we fought bravely," said a heavy voice behind Harry.

He turned his head and saw that it was the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria.

"You speak English!" said Fudge, irritated, "but you keep me gesturing here all day!"

"Hey, that was fun," the Bulgarian minister said with a shrug.

"Now, with the Irish players walking around the field in the company of their mascots, the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the top box!" said Ludo Bagman in a bell-like voice.

Suddenly, a dazzling light pierced here, and the top box was magically illuminated, allowing all the audience in the stands to see what was inside the box.

At the entrance of the top box, I saw two panting wizards carrying a large golden cup into the box and handing it to Cornelius Fudge, and Fudge—

Fudge still looked unhappy, because he had been gesturing all day in vain trying to get the Bulgarians to understand what he was saying.

"Let's applaud warmly and welcome the Bulgarian players who have been defeated and proud to come to power!" Bagman immediately shouted.

The seven Bulgarian players who had lost the battle went upstairs and entered the box.

The following, whether the fans of the Bulgarian national team or the Irish national team applauded and cheered, expressed their appreciation to them——

After all, as Ludo Bagman said, in the eyes of the fans of the Bulgarian national team, they are proud of their defeat.

For fans of the Irish national team -

The team they support has won, and no one minds giving the loser a little respect.

One by one, the Bulgarians walked between the two rows of seats in the box, shaking hands with their ministers and Fudge in turn, while Bagman shouted everyone's name.

Krum was last in line, looking very embarrassed, with two dark circles under his eyes that were particularly eye-catching on his blood-stained face. He still held the Snitch in his hand.

"Hey, Tiera..." Harry whispered beside Tiera, leaning on his side.

"What's wrong? Harry?" Tiera also whispered.

"Did you notice, Wick...well, once he hits the ground..." Harry said even more quietly, "his movements seem a little uncoordinated..."

"Yeah, I noticed." Tiera whispered in Harry's ear, "His legs are a bit splayed out, and his shoulders are clearly bent forward."

"Given the severity of his splay and shoulder flexion, it is very likely that he was born with a genetic calcium deficiency," Tiera added.

"What?" Harry obviously didn't quite understand some of the proper nouns Tiera said, but when he wanted to ask back, his voice was drowned out by a tsunami of cheers.

Because at this time, Bagman reported the name of Victor Krum——

The whole stadium gave him extremely warm and deafening cheers~lightnovelpub.net~ Then came the Irish team members.

Aidan Lynch was supported by Moran and Connolly, and the second fall seemed to knock him unconscious, his eyes scattered and blank.

But as Troy and Quigley held the trophy high and the crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, Lynch also grinned.

Finally, the Irish team left the box and rode a broom around the field.

At this point Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and whispered, "Whisper."

"Cough cough cough... this game... cough cough... destined to be talked about for years." Ludo Bagman said hoarsely, "It's an unexpected turn... It's a pity that the game didn't exist. Go on a little longer... ah, yes... yes, should I give you... how much?"

At this time, Fred and George had turned over from the back of their chairs and stood in front of Ludo Bagman.

They smiled happily and triumphantly, and stretched out their open palms.