Digging Again

"Oh dear, why are you like this!"

Ginny blushed and muttered a complaint in a low voice, pulling Harry back to his seat by the corner of her clothes.

Harry blushed with embarrassment, muttered a few words that only he could hear, and then sat down in his seat with a serious expression.

Fudge wore a cheerful smile. As Minister for Magic, he had known for a long time that Bulgaria's mascot was the Veela, and he had made preparations in advance so he did not embarrass himself. However, he was still very happy. These Veela were even more charming Madam Rosmerta.

Fudge pursed his lips, suppressing his smile, and explained to the Ministry of Magic staff around him in a serious tone, "Because of the Werewolf issue at the International Wizarding Congress, Bulgaria has relaxed its stance on Veela, which is why this performance took place."

"Yes, yes..." the wizard from the Ministry of Magic quickly agreed.

The stadium was filled with angry roars; people didn't want Veela to leave and were desperately trying to persuade her to stay.

Under the intense gaze of everyone, the Veela had finished their dance and were lined up neatly on one side of the arena, waiting to leave in turn.

"Now! Please raise your wand into the air..."

Ludo Bagman's voice boomed like a bell, "Welcome the Ireland National Team's mascot!"

With a whoosh, a comet, its gold and green hues shimmering, flew into the stadium, circled the building once, and then split into two comets of different colors. The two comets rushed toward the Quidditch hoop, leaving behind dazzling rainbow tails in the air. A giant clover rose from the rainbow arch, shimmering with brilliant light.

The clover swayed its leaves, and golden raindrops Explosion Charm down...

While the Irish Leprechaun were drawing everyone's attention with their gold coins, the Veela orderly retreated backstage. The Ireland and Bulgaria players were already on the field preparing to take their turn, so the backstage area was nearly empty.

"Did you see what those men looked like? To be honest, a lot of them were completely dumbfounded, hahaha..." a Veela girl chuckled in a melodious voice.

The other Veela girls huddled together, giggling and chattering excitedly:

"I saw it! I saw it!"

"There were even some young wizards who wanted to jump off the stands!"

"I saw it too! Hehe..."

The lead dancer Veela Antiracilla, watched them quietly with a serene smile on her face. Only after they had finished laughing did she speak up, saying, "Pack your things, let's go back to our seats and watch the competition."

"Oh, I can't wait to see Krum speeding across the field!"

"Me too! Me too!"

A hint of helplessness flashed across Antiracilla's face. No wonder many wizards in Bulgaria were unwilling to marry Veela; these children were indeed as noisy and chattering as birds.

However, with the example of Werewolf before us, these outcasts can now try to fight for equal status. Perhaps in the next Quidditch World Cup, they won't have to perform such low-class dances as they did today...

"Excuse me, you may not be able to go to the game."

As the shrill voice rang out, a tall Witch shrouded in a black cloak slowly walked out from the backstage entrance and proceeded to stand before all the Veela.

A sense of unease rose in the hearts of the many Veela, who instinctively huddled together, surrounding Lady Antiracilla, and watching the mysterious Witch warily.

Antiracilla furrowed her beautiful brows, her silvery-blue eyes fixed on the half-face revealed beneath the cloak. "Madam, our schedule is set. If you would like to invite us to perform, you may—"

"Hehe..."

A mocking laugh came from beneath the cloak, but this laugh was completely different from the woman's voice that had spoken earlier; it was hoarse, cold, and chilling. "Look at you all. You clearly possess the Magic Power to manipulate wizards at your fingertips, and you could even defeat a wizard head-on in your Harpies, yet you've ended up like this... How pathetic!"

The Veela surrounding the lead dancer had fury in their eyes, and their beautiful lips uttered beast-like howls. Scales appeared on their shoulders, as if a pair of wings might sprout at any moment.

"Excuse me, sir, or rather, madam," Antiracilla said warily, eyeing the cloaked the Dark Lord. "We have no intention of getting involved in any fight. Please leave immediately—"

"[Soul Possession] "

Veela's silver-blue eyes gradually lost their luster, her mind went blank, and an uncontrollable, dreamlike happiness rose from the depths of her heart...

A few minutes later, the Veela girls stood in neat rows before the cloaked the Dark Lord, their expressions devout and focused.

Bellatrix looked at these inferior creatures with disdain. The lead dancer was controlled by a single Imperius Curse, and the other Veela didn't even try to escape immediately. Instead, they attempted to transform into Harpies to attack her. They were hopelessly stupid.

Lower beings are lower beings, whether they are Werewolf, Veela, or trolls, they are all the same.

Bellatrix lowered her head. "Master, what do we do next?"

"Don't rush..." Voldemort's voice revealed a hint of pleasure, "The Veela possesses the Magic Power to incite impulses. After Quidditch Match, there are always people filled with resentment and bitterness. With just a gentle push from us... chaos will engulf a hundred thousand wizards..."

"Then the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic will come to reinforce here, and those stupid Werewolf will be able to break into Azkaban ..." Bellatrix's voice trembled slightly, unable to contain her excitement, "And... we might even have a chance to kidnap Harry Potter!"

The chilling voice suddenly rose. "Don't do anything unnecessary!"

"Yes, Master."

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Bulgaria National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce you to— Dimitrov! Ivanova! Zograf! Levski! Volkanov! Volkov! And next up— Krum!"

Ludo Bagman's voice resounded throughout the stadium, his passionate tone gradually igniting the fans' enthusiasm, and the golden light enveloping the arena grew brighter and brighter.

"Now, please welcome— the Ireland Quidditch national team!" Bagman shouted loudly. "Entering the field are— Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallet! Moran! Quigley! And—and—and— Lynch!"

Ron didn't like the Ireland team, so he pursed his lips and began to focus on adjusting his Omnioculars, observing the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"Great!" He fiddled with the playback knob on the side of the Telescope. "I can make that old guy over there pick his nose again... pick it again... pick it again..."

Harry moved away from the person.

Ginny noticed Harry approaching and smiled smugly, realizing for the first time that Ron was a good older brother.

"Look..." Ginny pointed to the seats inside the room, "The Veela are back, but this time they're at least dressed."

Harry resisted the urge to take a closer look through the Omnioculars, only glancing at it from afar to get a general idea, and exclaimed in surprise, "They're sitting so neatly, not moving at all."

"Really?" Loren poked his head out with great interest. "Let me see how neat it is!"

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly, grabbed his clothes and pulled him back to his seat. "Stop watching, the match has started."

"..."