What? The Head Coach Is Warming Up!

Needless to say, there are dazzling fireworks, and even more so, unpredictable Fiendfyre.

The sheer thrill of riding Firebolt, with Fiendfyre beneath your feet, as if you were riding on the crest of a wave... it's worth the ticket price!

Not to mention, the two girls leading them were adorable little girls!

Snape stared for a moment, then snorted coldly, his nose practically crooked with anger.

This is the Potions he developed! It used to be kept in the Restricted Section on the fourth floor!!

Once drunk, one can pass through the Fiendfyre unharmed.

Finally, thanks to his foresight and strategic planning, he even managed to poison Quirrell to death.

Unable to resist Shidake's constant Potions- stealing, Snape gave him the recipe.

Of course, the cost is that the fire dragon is consumed very quickly, and the consumption rate becomes ×8.

He thought he had made a profit, but he never expected that three years later... Shidake would not only use his Potions to attract attention, but also plan to sell them in large quantities?

Why didn't they even discuss profit sharing with him?

This is absolutely outrageous!

Soon, it wasn't just Professor Snape who looked familiar, but also Professor McGonagall, whose mouth was agape... If Professor Flitwick were here, he would also find him familiar.

First, a dozen giant Wizard's Chess battled each other, then a massive array of golden keys flew through the air.

Various alchemical items also made their appearance.

Of course, something as vulgar as Dungbomb would definitely not appear.

The twins suggested throwing the Dungbomb into the audience.

But bro, we're here to fight GG, not to carry out a terrorist attack!

Once the store grows big, we can then bully the store and treat them like Voldemort!

But for now... Merlin is still the customer.

Even five minutes into the match, the audience was still reeling from the shock of what had just happened.

Especially those thrilling, Fiendfyre.

Many wizards picked up the small flyers and started looking for the corresponding products.

Sure enough, the Potions section had Potions that could resist the Fiendfyre Curse.

Each sheet of paper represents an order.

Tonight, all items are 20% off. Just write down the items and address here, and the message will be sent automatically to your tent within three days.

There were over 100,000 audience members present. William didn't expect everyone to buy anything, but even just one percent... the money spent on the "GG" slot would be enough to recoup all the costs and successfully build his reputation.

"Troy scores!" Bagman, the commentator, suddenly shouted in his loud voice.

Just five minutes into the game, Ireland's Seeker Troy easily scored the first goal despite being double-teamed by two defenders.

The entire stadium erupted in cheers and applause, shaking the stadium itself.

"10-0, Ireland Team takes the lead! Brilliant!" Ludo pumped his fist in excitement.

He was betting that Troy would score the first goal.

"Unbelievable, the Irish National Quidditch Team is in amazing form!" he exclaimed.

"The Bulgaria Chaser were utterly helpless against him!"

And the Beater, they were really committing a crime just now. If they were United Kingdom players, they would definitely be locked up in Azkaban!

Ireland Team's form is more than just good; their teamwork is absolutely top-notch. Their movements are incredibly coordinated, as if they can read each other's minds.

But Bulgaria is different; they have defensive weaknesses everywhere, especially in their backfield... They're even worse than Peruvian Team finished in the semifinals.

Within ten minutes, Ireland's Troy scored twice, making the score 20-0.

The supporters, dressed in green, erupted in a deafening roar of cheers and applause.

The Bulgaria minister finally stopped gesticulating wildly; even the notoriously lewd king wasn't in the mood for such flirtatious displays at a time like this.

Fudge's face beamed like a chrysanthemum.

"Oh, classic three against five. Troy slid to his knees on the broom," Ludo laughed. "He's tearing his clothes."

Embarrassingly, the clothes were of such good quality that Troy couldn't tear them no matter how hard he tried.

Troy's taunting behavior naturally drew a whistle warning from the referee.

The referee for the final match was Hassan Mustagh, president of the International Quidditch Association.

Hailing from Egypt, he wasn't wearing a strange, oversized cloak, but rather a pure gold robe that matched the colors of the stadium.

He was completely bald on top, but had a the Beard.

Hassan's warning drew the ire of the Ireland fans, who booed him loudly.

The Bulgaria fans trembled in the crowd.

No one dared to speak at this point. After all, they had been badly beaten up by England fans last time.

Ireland quickly scored again, making the score 30-0.

The competition became more intense and brutal.

Bulgaria Beater Volkov, with all his might, hit the Bludger toward the Ireland Chaser.

Volchanov approached Troy and delivered a powerful elbow strike.

The Quaffle slipped from Troy's hands and was caught by Bulgaria Chaser Ivanov.

He finally broke through Ireland's formation, evaded goalkeeper Ryan, and scored the first goal for Bulgarian Team.

Lucius Malfoy clenched his fist and growled in a low voice.

"Pretty!"

Everyone looked at Malfoy, especially Minister Fudge.

You, a United Kingdom wizard, support Bulgaria?

You've seen a live smuggler? I want to challenge you to a real-life duel!

Draco tugged at his father, Malfoy, feeling the stares around him, coughed and hurriedly explained:

"This is a telescope I bought from Akali's Mystery Shop... 0.5x slow motion mode, the effect is amazing, I was just watching the last ball..."

He wiped the sweat from his brow and finally managed to smooth things over.

Then, Malfoy quickly looked back at the field. He was betting on Bulgaria; he had to prove them wrong!

The Bulgaria Beater committed a foul with his elbow, drawing boos from the crowd. However, referee Hassan Mostafa did not blow the whistle.

Veela had just been flirting with him, which distracted him for a moment, causing him to bump his head on the hoop. Now his nose is broken and bleeding profusely.

"A real-life interpretation of Quidditch... Bulgaria's fighting style, it's normal for them to have a ball," Ludo scoffed loudly.

"Dimitrov! Levski! Dimitrov! Ivanova —oh my God!" Bagman shouted in a booming voice.

All the wizards held their breath, watching the two Seeker — Krum and Lynch —rapidly descend between the Chaser.

"They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione cried out in alarm.

"It was Wronski Feint —that idiot Lynch!" Qiu stood up and shouted.

Qiu was right. At the last second, Viktor Krum stopped its dive, began to rise again, and flew away in circles.

Lynch fell heavily to the ground with a loud thud that could be heard throughout the entire stadium.

A sigh of despair rippled through the Ireland audience's seats.

"The game is suspended!" Mr. Bagman roared. "The well-trained field doctor is on the field to check Aidan Lynch's injury."

However, the situation on the field became increasingly chaotic.

Troy, having been elbowed by the iron elbow, charged toward Volchanov of Bulgaria.

Troy was a full two meters tall, a head taller than Volchanov.

But Volchanov also had a fiery temper.

He remained unfazed by Troy, raising his fist to pound his chest and roaring, demonstrating his toughness.

Come on, fuck me!

I'll beat you to death!

As Volchanov roared... he fought and retreated!

Finally, Lynch stood up. He was badly injured, but he still chose to continue fighting.

Amidst the resounding cheers of his supporters dressed in green, he mounted his Firebolt, pushed off with his foot, and soared into the air.

His perseverance despite his injury gave the Ireland Team new confidence and encouragement.

When Mostafa his whistle again, the Chaser quickly organized an even more intense attack.

Under Ireland's relentless attack, Bulgaria was completely unable to put up a fight.

The match had only been going on for half an hour when Ireland Team scored ten more goals in quick succession.

The score difference has now reached triple digits.

They are now leading 130-10.

This wasn't a final; it was a massacre with no resistance whatsoever.

The Bulgarian Team looked lifeless. England fans, however, turned against their own team and couldn't help but cheer for them.

Bulgaria, hold on!

Bulgaria, hold on!

Bulgaria, hold on!

Malfoy stood up and couldn't help but say:

"Bulgaria, hold on!"

At that moment, the Bulgaria coach suddenly stood up, his face serious. He took off his long robe and coat and tossed it behind him.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

He did a round trip, then raised a finger towards the sky.

Ludo Bagman became excited, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"What? The head coach is warming up!"

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