novelcrest Chapter 438 Hermione has found the most crucial evidence!
Chapter 438 Hermione has found the most crucial evidence!
Chapter 438 Hermione has found the most crucial evidence!
As soon as Bagman finished speaking, the atmosphere in the stadium suddenly rose to another level.
The cheers of the Bulgarian fans were deafening, and the entire deep red section of the stands erupted in enthusiastic screams and shouts.
As a deep, mysterious drumbeat rang out from the center of the venue, the audience held their breath, their eyes fixed on the entrance at one end of the venue.
Then, a group of figures gracefully floated in from the entrance—hundreds of Veela dressed in sheer gowns.
They leaped across the grass like fairies, their movements light and fluid.
The Veela's beauty surpassed the limits defined by humankind; their smiles were as captivating as a spring breeze, and their every move seemed capable of enchanting the entire world. They began to dance, their movements gradually quickening to the beat of the drums, each spin and leap drawing the attention of countless onlookers.
"It's Veela!" Hermione whispered warily. "The mascot of the Bulgarian national team..."
"Wow...:.:" Ron's voice sounded distorted. His eyes were fixed on Veela in the center of the arena, his mouth slightly open, and he looked as if he had been bewitched.
"Ron!" Hermione immediately jabbed him hard in the ribs with her elbow, jolting him awake from his daze.
"Huh? What?" Ron snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat awkwardly, but his face was still flushed, and his gaze couldn't help but turn back to the field.
After Hermione finished doing all this, she turned her gaze to the seat diagonally behind her and found that Professor Phillips was as calm as ever, with a faint smile on his face, seemingly unaffected by the Veela's charm.
As expected of her.
Lucius, sitting on the other side, raised his eyebrows slightly, his sneer deepening.
He noticed that many of the spectators around him, including those self-proclaimed calm wizards, were also captivated by the Veela.
So he turned to Narcissa beside him and said, "Bulgaria is using the same old tricks again, but... they certainly know how to attract attention."
Narcissa simply nodded without responding, but her gaze unconsciously drifted back to Sean.
Seeing his unwavering expression, Narcissa's lips curled up slightly, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief.
As the Veela's performance reached its climax, a clear whistle suddenly rang out from the other entrance.
"Next, let's welcome the Irish national team's mascot!" Bagman's voice rang out once again.
This time, a green light and shadow surged into the other end of the venue, and hundreds of golden sprites descended from the sky, tumbling and dancing in the air, their trajectories like golden shooting stars streaking across the night sky.
These little sprites are the Irish team's mascots: the Irish Goblins.
The goblins formed a giant clover pattern in the air, rising high into the sky and beginning to hover above the stands.
Something started falling from above with a patter, like golden raindrops—"Fantastic!" Ron shouted excitedly, looking up and reaching out to grab the falling coins. "Are these real Galleons? We're going to be rich!"
Harry couldn't resist reaching out and catching a gold coin. He looked down at it closely and found it shimmering in his hand, its texture incredibly realistic. But Harry quickly noticed Hermione's expression. She frowned at the coin in her hand and calmly said, "Don't get too excited, Ron. These are Irish goblin magic coins; they'll disappear soon."
"Disappeared?" Ron exclaimed in disappointment, but he couldn't help stuffing the few gold coins in his hand into his pocket. "Then at least let me stay a little longer!"
Ginny laughed and said, "Even if they disappear, it's still a pretty cool show, isn't it? Look at these little goblins, what else can they do?"
The goblins' performance wasn't over yet; they continued to hover in the air, forming various intricate patterns—some transformed into the shape of the Irish flag, others into brooms and golden snitches, and still others into the names of each team member, their golden light illuminating the entire stadium.
"They're amazing!" Harry exclaimed, watching the goblins unleash their magic in the air. He had never seen such a spectacular performance.
Just then, the goblins began to descend rapidly, swooping down to the ground one after another, and then disappearing without a trace amidst the cheers of the audience, leaving only the golden specks of light still floating in the air and the gradually dissipating clover smoke.
"That's awesome!" Ron exclaimed again. "Ireland's mascot is way more interesting than Bulgaria's Veela."
"Of course you'd think that way if you weren't completely smitten," Hermione interjected coldly.
Then, the megaphone blared again, and Bagman's voice was filled with excitement: "Alright, ladies and gentlemen! A warm welcome to the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce you to Dimitrov!"
At that moment, Bulgarian player Grigor Dimitrov, riding a flying broomstick, sped out from one end of the field. He was wearing a dark red team uniform, and his handsome face carried a confident smile.
He circled in the air and waved to the audience, and the Bulgarian fans in the stadium immediately erupted in thunderous cheers.
"Ivanova!" Bagman's voice continued to echo throughout the stadium. The second player—an agile and tall female chaser—appeared in the air right after Dimitrov.
In the stands, Bulgarian supporters waved red flags and chanted her name.
"Zegolov!" Bagman continued to announce, each name called out eliciting a frenzied cheer.
Next up were Bulgarian batters Volkov and Volkin, and goalkeeper Zograv, who flew into the field one after another, each showcasing their superb flying skills in the air.
"The last one!" Bagman's voice rose an octave, as if touting an epic moment, "Our greatest Seeker—Victor Krum!"
The moment those words were spoken, the stands at the other end of the field were almost completely engulfed in wild cheers.
A figure burst out from the Bulgarian team, streaking across the sky like an arrow.
He flew straight to the center of the stadium, came to a steady stop, and then gently swooped down, flying low over the edge of the stands to greet the audience.
"Krum! Krum!" Bulgarian fans chanted, and even Irish supporters couldn't help but applaud in respect.
"Look at his flying posture!" Ron pointed excitedly at Krum, almost jumping up. "He's even more amazing than I imagined!"
Did you see his sudden stop just now?
"Truly impressive." Harry nodded, his eyes fixed on Krum's broom. "He really is as described in the books—his technique is impeccable, except... why does his broom look so... eye-catching?"
Then Bagman's voice rang out again: "Next—let's give a warm round of applause to—the Irish national team!"
The cheers from the audience reached another climax, as green light and golden fireworks intertwined, enveloping the stadium in a dazzling display.
The Irish team members flew into the field one by one on broomsticks, led by their captain and chaser Connolly, who, with a hearty smile, performed a perfect somersault in the air, eliciting enthusiastic screams from the Irish fans.
Next up were Moran and Ryan, who worked together seamlessly, circling Connolly and showcasing Ireland's remarkable teamwork.
Ireland's batters Quigley and Coffert followed closely behind, both swinging their bats simultaneously and accurately knocking away several magical firework balls in mid-air.
The firework exploded in the air, forming a flashing clover logo.
"That's pure skill!" Ron yelled, jumping up and waving his arms excitedly. "Their teamwork looks much tighter than the Bulgarian team's!"
"Last one—Ireland's goalkeeper Barry Ryan, and their excellent Seeker—Lynch!" Bagman's voice was almost drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.
When Lynch appeared, he waved a golden broom, showed the audience a high-speed dive, and then suddenly pulled the broom up, shooting a golden streak into the sky.
He stopped in mid-air, waved, and sparked a wave of cheers from the Irish fans in the stadium.
Harry's eyes darted back and forth between Lynch and Krum, his heart filled with anticipation.
He knew that the duel between these two Seekers would be the highlight of the game, and he had a feeling that no matter who won, it would be an epic contest.
"Now, both teams are in position!" Bagman's voice grew even more impassioned. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the referee—the president of the International Quidditch Association, Hassan Mustafa!"
Mustafa landed slowly on his broom in the center of the arena, holding a small golden Snitch and a red Quake in his hands. The entire arena was silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers once again.
"Alright, the match is about to begin!" Bagman announced excitedly. "Get ready to scream—because this is going to be an unforgettable match!"
With a sharp whistle, the Quaffle was launched into the air, and the game officially began!
As the whistle blew, the Quaffle traced an arc in the air and was instantly intercepted by Bulgarian chaser Grigor Dimitrov.
He flew toward the Irish goal with astonishing speed, and the stands immediately erupted in screams.
"Bulgaria has won the Quaffle! Dimitrov is attacking with the ball!" Bagman's voice echoed throughout the stadium.
"Look at his speed!" Ron shouted excitedly, his eyes fixed on Dimitrov's flying figure. "He's faster than a fire bolt!"
Ireland's Chaser Connolly immediately gave chase, flying just as fast as he could, closing in on Dimitrov in an attempt to intercept the Quaffle.
The two engaged in a fierce battle in the air, their brooms almost grazing each other's tail fins.
"Connolly made a brilliant interception! Ireland has successfully regained control of the Quaffle!" Bagman's voice was filled with excitement. "Now Connolly is on the counter-attack, and he's heading straight for the Bulgarian goal—"
Ireland's chasers displayed amazing teamwork, with Connolly passing the ball to Ryan, who then quickly passed it to Moran.
Their movements were precise and fluid; the Quaffles were passed through the air as if by magic, giving the Bulgarian team almost no chance.
"Ireland's passing was perfect!" George couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes fixed on the field.
"But the Bulgarian team isn't to be underestimated!" Fred retorted, pointing to Bulgarian batter Volkov. "Look at their batter, he's watching them!"
Just as the Quaffle was about to reach the Bulgarian goal, the Bulgarian batter swung his bat and hit a run that flew straight toward Moran.
Moran dodged quickly, but this slowed her movements slightly.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bulgarian goalkeeper Zograv leaped forward and made a strong save to block the Quake! A cheer erupted from the stands from the Bulgarian fans.
"A brilliant save! Bulgaria has held the goal!" Bagman exclaimed excitedly. "Zograf has successfully prevented a goal!"
The game was very fast-paced, with the Quaffle weaving back and forth between the two teams' chasers, and the wandering ball being knocked away time and time again, adding more danger and unpredictability to the game.
Both teams displayed superb skills and excellent teamwork in this match.
"They're amazing!" Harry couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes filled with admiration as he watched the two figures flying at high speed across the field.
If I had such superb flying skills, then there would be no doubt which house would own the Quidditch Cup.
"Yeah, but Krum hasn't really made his move yet," Ron said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on the Bulgarian Seeker.
Krum hovered above the field, his eyes fixed on the surrounding movements, as if waiting for a certain moment.
Ireland's Seeker Lynch was equally focused, sticking close to Krum, seemingly determined not to let him gain the upper hand.
Just then, a gasp suddenly came from a corner of the stadium.
"Look! The Golden Snitch!" Hermione shouted, pointing to one side of the field.
At one end of the field, a small golden shadow was shimmering and dancing in the air.
Krum immediately accelerated and rushed in that direction, with Lynch close behind. The two engaged in a frantic chase in the air.
"The Golden Snitch has appeared!" Bagman's voice was almost trembling with excitement. "Krum and Lynch are both on the move! This is the ultimate showdown between the Seekers!"
The two swooped down almost simultaneously, their brooms drawing two arcs in the air. The cheers and screams from the stands nearly shook the stadium. Krum was obviously faster, but Lynch's flying skills were no less impressive. He kept a tight grip on Krum, even trying to get closer to force him to change direction.
"They're too fast!" Harry almost held his breath, gripping the handrails tightly. "The Golden Snitch is right in front of them!"
But at this tense moment, a roaming ball suddenly flew from the side, heading straight for Lynch.
Lynch was forced to dodge, which increased the distance between him and Krum.
"Well done, Bulgarian batter!" Bagman shouted. "Krum seized the opportunity—he got close to the Snitch—Krum reached out, his fingers almost touching the Golden Snitch! The eyes of the entire audience were on him, holding their breath."
But at the last second, the Golden Snitch suddenly shot upwards at high speed, forcing Krum to yank up his broom and chase after it into the sky.
Lin Qi quickly changed direction and chased after them again!
"That was amazing!" Ron shouted, his face beaming with excitement.
The match entered its most intense phase. After a tense and exciting fifteen minutes, the Irish team showcased their amazing teamwork, scoring ten goals in quick and precise attacks.
At this moment, they are leading Bulgaria by a huge margin of 130 to 10.
Inside the stadium, Irish fans waved green flags and cheered deafeningly, while Bulgarian fans remained silent, deeply saddened by the situation.
But the competition has also become increasingly ruthless.
The chasers from both sides clashed fiercely in the air, the batters swung their bats frequently, and the runners flew towards the opposing team with a piercing whistle. The entire match was no longer just a contest of skills, but a game of strategy, a game of courage between warriors!
At that moment, Ireland's Chaser, Mallett, with the Quaffle tucked under his arm, charged toward the goalpost once again.
Just as she was about to shoot, Bulgarian goalkeeper Zograv flew out to meet her.
Everything happened so fast, so swiftly, that the audience didn't even see what was happening. All they heard was an angry shout from the Irish crowd.
Immediately afterwards, referee Mustafa blew a long, piercing whistle. He sprinted towards the center of the field, his expression serious.
"Mustafa rebukes the Bulgarian goalkeeper for hitting him—an excessive elbow strike!" Bagman's voice echoed throughout the stadium, attempting to quell the crowd's discontent. "Yes, that's right, Ireland gets the penalty!"
The Irish fans erupted in cheers, while the Bulgarian fans booed, strongly protesting the referee's decision. Just then, Hermione suddenly heard a familiar yet strange melody coming from behind her.
It was a deep, calm voice, with a hint of sadness and contemplation.
"It'sbeenalongdaywithoutyoumyfriend.
AndI'll tellyouallaboutitwhen|seeyouagain.
Hermione paused for a moment, then turned to find the source of the sound.
As she listened intently to the song, she tried hard to recall its origin—it was clearly not a wizarding melody, but a Muggle song.
Suddenly, a memory flashed through her mind like lightning.
“This is a song my father taught me,” Sophia once whispered in Hermione’s ear. “He said it was the perfect fit for this situation.”
Hermione stopped abruptly, her breathing becoming rapid.
Sofia's father—her future—she didn't want to think about it anymore, but the countless guesses and puzzles in her heart were suddenly connected by this melody into a clear answer.
Hermione turned her head, her eyes wide, and her gaze quickly swept toward the source of the sound.
The person humming this song softly was none other than Professor Phillips, whom she had always longed for—Sean Phillips!
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