Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts - Chapter 201

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The atmosphere of the game has reached a white-hot stage. The two batsmen of the Bulgarian team frantically waved their sticks, regardless of whether the person or the ball beside them.

Until a Bulgarian player deliberately rushed into the Irish team’s formation, knocking the Irish team’s Moran into a dizzy with a very obvious foul posture, the Irish fans in the field shouted a foul, and the referee awarded the game. A free throw for Ireland.

The group of dwarfs all rose into the air, and the golden rays of light formed a huge hand, and raised the **** to the group of Veelas on the opposite side…

The veelas went mad and lost control in an instant. They didn’t dance this time, they just flew across the arena and started throwing handfuls of flaming objects at the leprechauns.

At this moment, they turned into a pair of pointed bird heads, and a pair of scaled wings were emerging from their shoulders–

“Got it, boys.” Mr. Weasley still taught by example, “so you can never just go for looks.”

“Usually, Veela only shows her beautiful side in front of the person she likes.” Iger muttered softly, and Hermione on the side rolled her eyes fiercely.

Mr. Weasley: “…”

Bars are so annoying…

Wizard officials and Aurors poured into the arena, trying to separate the dwarfs and veelas who were in flames, but it didn’t seem to be of much use. The competition on the top of the field continued, and the veelas and veelas on the ground below. The demons were torn apart fiercely.

A few minutes passed, and the people in the box couldn’t even hear the commentary. The venue was filled with angry screams from Veela, roars from Bulgarians, and deafening complaints from the audience.

“Please, Mr. Morriss, help.” Fudge rushed in from outside the box, looking at Iger anxiously.

The corners of Iger’s mouth twitched, the old man’s head turned really fast…

Also, at present, the only person who has the ability to directly control the two sides seems to be himself…

Taking a deep breath, Iger pressed on the railing in front of the box and roared downward: “Silence!!!”

The voice was as captivating as Hong Zhong Dalu, and the audience in the venue only felt as if a lion roared in their ears with a loudspeaker, and their heads were buzzing.

Harry rubbed his numb scalp. He always felt that Iger’s voice could be heard by Muggles hundreds of miles away…

“Left and right separation.” Iger folded his hands together, and then his hands moved very neatly to the sides. The little leprechauns and veelas, who had been shocked by Iger’s heads, were suddenly thrown left and right by an inexplicable force. out of the field.

There was an uproar in the arena. Countless crowds looked towards Iger’s box. The arena was full of whispering voices.

Iger doesn’t feel happy at all. If it’s a big event, it doesn’t matter, but he has to show his ability in the aspect of pulling the frame. Iger always feels a little low…

Look at other people, either **** Voldemort, or **** Dumbledore, and some people even **** Slytherin. Why do you just grab these mascots whose IQ is underpaid no matter how you look at them?

“Oh ho, thank you Mr. Morriss for your help, thank God, the Ministry of Magic owes him a favor.” Bagman’s big mouth shouted, and soon the audience’s attention was drawn back to the game.

On the field in Bulgaria in the distance, a group of Veela seemed to be discussing something, looking at Iger’s box from time to time.

“Aren’t they going to take revenge?” Fred looked at a group of Veela girls who were pointing in his direction in the distance.

“Be careful.” Mr. Weasley looked serious.

The next second, the group of veelas seemed to be talking about something happy, and screamed again, and then Iger saw a group of beautiful veelas blowing kisses towards him crazily, and even more so. As he was manipulating the flames towards Igby’s heart, the coquettish firelight gathered in the air into a shape of a peach heart, thumping and thumping.

There were screams all over the venue, the twins whistled wildly and cheered loudly, Harry laughed, but Hermione’s face was a little dark…

Iger laughed and pointed his finger in the direction of the heart-shaped veela. A red arrow flew out from between Iger’s fingers and pinned on the red heart. Hermione was annoyed. He reached out and pinched the soft flesh around Iger’s waist.

There was a lot of laughter in the arena, and people called out Iger’s name from time to time, but for a while, not many people paid attention to the game in the field.

The corners of Iger’s mouth twitched, and he sat back in the chair leisurely. Westerners like this tune. The more you waver, the more they swing…

Perhaps because of this little episode, the rivalry on the field was not as crazy as it was just now. Krum wiped the blood that had just been knocked out of his face due to the chaos, and glanced around, hoping to find the trace of the Golden Snitch.

“Look at Lynch!” Harry grabbed Iger’s shoulder suddenly.

“Who is Lin Qi?” Iger asked loudly.

“He saw the Snitch.” Harry ignored Iger’s question and exclaimed excitedly: “He saw it, look at him!”

“So who is Lin Qi…” Iger muttered, looking at the Irish Seeker in the field. At this time, he was rushing down wildly, and the Irish fans stood up one after another, setting off a big green wave. Iger was flustered by the green color…

Krum’s reaction was very fast. Almost at the same time, he followed after he picked it up, and then frantically drove the broom under him. Soon, the positions of the two were relatively parallel.

“I’m going to fall, I’m falling!” Hermione screamed as she watched the two of them.

“No!” Ron roared suddenly.

“Lynchy will,” Harry shouted.

It turned out that Harry’s vision was right, and Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground for the second time…

“Where’s the Snitch? Where’s the Snitch?” Charlie exclaimed.

“Crack Kaza~” Tim Gambey’s agitator wings fell beside Charlie~www.mtlnovel.com~Charlie pulled it aside at will: “Okay dear, I’m not calling you…”

“He got it! Krum got it! Game over!” Harry yelled excitedly.

Krum’s bright red robe was flashing with speckled nosebleeds, and he lightly rose into the air, raising his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

Iger squeezed his chin and laughed, it would be interesting if he caught Tim Gambey by mistake…

Fortunately, I didn’t let the little things fly around…

The score was flashing on the scoreboard, Bulgaria 160, Ireland 170, perhaps because the end was too sudden, the audience did not react for a while.

Slowly, like a jumbo jet speeding up, the Irish supporters’ discussions grew louder and louder, and at the end there were countless cheers of joy, and the stadium was full of cheers.

At the same time, as the score flickered at the end of the game, Bagman suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, his face very pale…