Chapter 318 Voldemort's blood pressure is high!
Seeing the children of the Weasley family not far away picking up gold coins all over the floor, especially Ron, he almost hooked his feet on the railing, and the whole person went to the next floor to grab gold coins, while his father Arthur was covering them Smile with your mouth open.
Sirius couldn't help laughing: "Children, don't bother, these are fake gold coins, and they can only last for a few hours. Hahahaha~"
Sirius and Arthur laughed, mocking the younger generation.
"Fake?!" Ron looked at the five or six Galleons in his hand in disbelief: Impossible! Really~
Jerry also quickly picked up one, put it in his mouth and took a bite—it was very soft, with a row of teeth marks!
Ted also picked up a piece of research: it is not a fool's gold created by alchemy, but a purely magical creation with a time limit.
But to be able to achieve this level of falsehood, the prank magic of the Irish Leprechaun is quite powerful!
Accompanied by the gold coins swaying all over the sky, the Irish team in green jerseys appeared.
The seven people rode brooms in unison, and the formation was perfectly maintained.
George immediately said: "I heard that the Irish team spent a huge sum of money to buy seven Firebolts that went on the market last year!"
"Really?!" Ron yelled.
You should know that the Firebolt is currently the most expensive and fastest broom, with a price of more than 800 Galleons, and it only accepts customization.
A broom is worth half a year's salary of Arthur!
The appearance of the Irish team can be described as a head start. However, although people are fascinated by money, they are always less than lust~
The Bulgarian team is here! Their mascot is - Veela!
When the huge veela made of silver and white fireworks appeared in midair and blew kisses to the audience, everyone forgot about the gold coins.
Among the red smoke, the Bulgarian team in red robes appeared.
led by a member with a round cut head, crazily showing off skills in the air, all kinds of drifting, spinning, half-air handstand, emergency stop and so on. The crowd cheered and screamed!
A large curved screen made of magic also appeared in the middle of the stadium, showing his heroic appearance.
Ginny asked loudly amidst the waves: "Who is he?"
George yelled, "My sister, he's the best Seeker in the world!"
This young man who is only 18 years old and looks a little anxious is called the Quidditch prodigy—Victor Krum.
Seeing this man, Ted remembered something.
During this period of time, I have been doing research, and I haven’t studied the plot of the original work. The main reason is that the changes are too great now, and the plot of the original work may not have much guiding significance.
But now that I think about it, it's better to inquire about it.
So, he asked Sirius: "Have you heard recently that there are some big events going on in China?"
"Large event?" Sirius glanced around the stadium: Isn't this too big?
Ted: The big ones! Several companies held together, the one with a long history~ that kind!
Sirius: Ah~ My friends from the German Ministry of Magic said in a chat recently that Fudge seems to be in contact with the German Ministry of Magic, saying that they want to restart the Triwizard Tournament?
Ted asked: "Are you sure it will be held?"
Sirius shook his head: "What year is that old almanac? It has been discontinued for many years. And it is said that there seems to be something wrong with Fudge's suggestion, and the specific situation is not sure. Let me help you find out?"
"Okay, then I will trouble you."
"You're welcome!"
This is the benefit of connections and status. As the head of the Black family, the representative of the pure-blood family, Sirius has the best channels in all aspects.
Thousands of years of operation!
Fudge started to speak, welcome you as the British Minister of Magic, publicized how he worked hard to win and organize this grand event, a lot of blah blah, and finally announced the start of the game!
As soon as the game started, it could be seen that there was a gap between the two teams.
It is an overall and average gap. The broom, coordination and tactics of the Irish team are stronger than the Bulgarian team.
Frequent offensive pulls quickly overwhelmed the opponent, and they got off to a good start in two minutes. After that, he scored more frequently! The score began to widen!
However, there is one bright spot, that is, the Bulgarian Seeker Krum, pretending to find a gold snitch, dives quickly, attracting the opponent's Seeker, and then slammed into the air to shake the opponent!
The opponent hit the ground directly, and the game was suspended. Although soon under the treatment and potion, the game continued. But the gap between the two seekers can still be seen.
Krum's skills and tactics are even better, worthy of the name of a genius boy, but his teammates are not strong.
Finally, the score came to 170:10, which was considered over. Because the Snitch only has 150 points. Even if you grab it, you can't turn it over.
Not long after, Krum defeated his opponent and caught the Snitch to end the game.
The Bulgarian team is decent, losing to the Irish team by 10 points!
"Ah! Win! Win!" The twins were so excited! They made a bet!
When they went to get the money for the opening, the twins took Ted with them very witty.
Then Ted found out that the other party was fooling people with leprechaun gold coins.
"If Mr. Director doesn't want me to yell now to attract all the bettors, it's best to cash in what they should get." Ted whispered, and even smiled.
The other party couldn’t laugh. If Ted told everyone that he used fake gold coins to fool those gamblers who bet, wouldn’t he be hammered to death on the spot? !
So, with a stiff smile on his face, he exchanged bets for the twins.
"Ten gambles and nine lies, this is the last time." Ted said to the twins and went back to the tent.
Before the game, he received a message: There are a group of remnants who want to have some fun this night!
Daying is famous for its football hooligans, and it seems that even Quidditch has hooligans.
Those guys who survived the downfall of Voldemort usually keep a low profile with their tails between their legs, but this time they gathered together and became excited.
The isolated individual knows well that, when alone, he cannot burn the palace.
But being a member of a group, he will realize the power that numbers give him, which is enough to make him want to kill and pillage, and will immediately give in to this temptation.
Now, this group of trash fish want to relive the wonderful moments of wanton evil and fear, and want to have some fun.
The information was secretly passed to Ted by Lucius.
Ted just let him participate normally.
At night, because of the finals, everyone was so excited that they couldn't sleep, and the campsite was still brightly lit in the middle of the night.
Then, there was screaming and commotion.
There are twenty or thirty wizards, wearing black robes and masks, from east to west, casting spells and setting fire all the way, screaming and laughing!
It was clear that neither Fudge nor the Ministry of Magic had experience organizing large-scale events. The greatest fear of such an activity is chaos.
Just like now!
Under the pressure of thick smoke, flames and rioting teams, the crowd scurry around like headless chickens.
What's even more frightening is that there are still people taking advantage of the fire to rob!
Wizards also have a lot of petty theft and the like.
This kind of rare opportunity, they all covered their faces and joined the rioting team.
Good guy, I haven’t taken off the Irish or Bulgarian team uniform and the support green hat!
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At this time, two other groups of people were fooled.
The first wave consisted of old wizards in their 60s and 70s, probably a dozen or so.
They originally planned to do something late at night to make some noise and announce the return of the saints.
Yes, they are Grindelwald's subordinates. I want to take advantage of this prosperous age to make a fuss and announce the resurrection of the saints!
However, before they could make a move, it was already in chaos!
What's happening here? Someone else is grabbing business? !
Besides them, there was another person who was also confused.
This person used magic to disguise himself as a Spanish wizard, but the cold temperament on his body still made people reluctant to approach him.
This is exactly Voldemort in disguise!
During the period before Voldemort, he went to do great things.
After experiencing Ryan's humiliation, he learned from the painful experience and planned to change his previous strategy and start recycling Horcruxes!
As soon as it had some effect, I suddenly saw articles such as "Two or three things about Mr. Riddle~" and "Stories Mr. Riddle had to tell under Ryan" in the newspapers.
At that time, Fiendfire spewed out more than three feet long!
He immediately decided to let these lifeless bugs know how powerful it is!
No, today's Quidditch World Cup final is just you!
Originally planned to get a big one to let them know how powerful it is.
As a result, the camp was in chaos before he could do anything.
He made a simple observation: Hey, hey, aren't these my old subordinates? I didn't expect you to be so determined! I am so relieved!
In order to surprise his old subordinates, he shot a spell directly into the sky!
"Bang~" a huge emerald green skull mark appeared in the air.
The green skull opened its mouth wide, and a long snake crawled out of the mouth, dancing in the air.
Dark Mark!
Voldemort announces his return! Dear men, come to me quickly!
The entire camp seemed to be silent for a second, and then "Duang~" exploded!
Not only were the wizards running around, the tents were set on fire and trampled down, even the group of perpetrators wearing masks ran away in a panic, even faster!
The sounds of shape-shifting and shadow-changing continued one after another.
In the blink of an eye, everyone ran away.
Voldemort in the distance didn't even have time to shout, and immediately stood still.
However, at this moment, there was another "bang~".
Another blue "Deathly Hallows Mark" appeared in the sky!
The mark of the saint organization!
Voldemort turned his head stiffly, staring blankly at the two marks reflecting each other in the sky.
He is Nanadi, playing Yindi with me, right? !
(end of this chapter)