Chapter 391 Even Breathing Is Wrong if You Lose

"It's actually over so quickly."

Sirius shook his head, "The seeker named Krum is very good, and he can still play Lin Qi in that situation - if their other team members were better, the outcome of this game would be hard to say. ah."

"It's impossible. Bulgaria is lucky enough to have a Krum. Their size is too small."

William responded to this topic while observing the surrounding environment.

Although he doesn't know much about Quidditch, he still understands the basic principles.

Since the entire wizarding world admires Quidditch, whichever side has a larger population is more likely to produce results and talents.

Although Lin Qi was the one looking for the ball, the fundamental gap between the two sides was too great - to put it bluntly, many of Bulgaria's official players might not even be able to pass Ireland's team selection.

However, the conversation could no longer continue. Although Lupine seemed to want to say something, the box they were in was completely covered by the cheers of the Irish team supporters.

Countless shouts of joy gathered together, suppressing all voices. Even Fudge stood up and waved to the players.

Now only Bagman's voice using the amplification magic can be heard.

"The Irish win!"

"Krum caught the Snitch - but Ireland won - my God, I don't think anyone expected it to end like this!"

The cheers got louder, but the students watching in the back row managed to cover up the sounds coming from outside with shouts of celebration. They were a little giddy with joy.

But no one in the box will care about this. This is a Quidditch pitch. Cheering for victory is a right that no one can stop - unless you have to shout from the losing side.

Unfortunately, there was more than one die-hard Bulgarian supporter present - one of them was the recognized leader of the Quidditch hooligans.

Bulgaria's Minister of Magic stood up and looked at his team nervously and heavily until the players landed and began to treat the wounds caused by the madness in the last period.

"I say, we played bravely."

The English with a heavy tone sounded, startling William who was observing whether there would be any large-scale conflict.

? ? ?

Do you really know English?

Just spent a day watching a show with Fudge as a monkey? Can the Ministry of Magic's exchanges between countries be so childish?

Fudge was also aware of this problem.

"You speak English!" he said, staring at the Bulgarian minister with a very annoyed tone, "but you make me sign here all day long!"

"Hey, that's fun," the Bulgarian minister responded with a shrug.

William was eye-opening on the sidelines - is this the daily life of a national-level Minister of Magic in the wizarding world?

When he listened to those people organizing the Ministry of Magic in Azkaban, he said that those ideas were just golden hoes used by the emperor, but now that he looked at it, it turned out that he was the one who didn't see it?

So the business war would bribe the security guards to cut off the power, and personally shake people into fights, and the direct jokes made by the Minister of Magic are not much more advanced than shit, right?

Just when he opened his eyes, Bagman, who was in charge of the commentary, was not surprised.

"Now, the members of the Irish team, accompanied by their mascot, circle the field and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the top box!"

The loud sound spread to every corner of the competition venue, and the commentator seemed not to be affected by the childish behavior of the two ministers at all.

'He is really a tried-and-tested clerk, not very reliable...'

Before William could even begin his thoughts, the top box was illuminated by magic.

Only then did he realize what Bagman had just said - the top box!

Aren't the magical awards given out on the platform below but in the box?

William glanced at Lupine and Sirius with the corner of his eye, and found that the other party was already sitting upright, completely gone from the original sloppiness.

‘There are so many telescopes in the whole place! ’

He immediately realized this - no wonder Bagman spoke so loudly, co-writing was to remind everyone to maintain etiquette!

Fortunately, he was dressed formally enough today and had been watched before he went on stage. At this moment, his state of mind was very stable - this position was much higher than the podium. When he regarded all the people below as students, he didn't feel any pressure at all, and he even wanted to get used to it. Sexually find a thorn in the side to get the students below to cooperate.

But the protagonist here will definitely not be his turn. Although Fudge is still a little angry, he still took the huge golden cup carried by the two wizards.

As the trophy arrived, William noticed that the telescope was reflecting more and more light.

There is no doubt that this is the venue for the next awards ceremony - this is also an important reason why top-level tickets are so difficult to get.

Even though they are just a background board above, the location of this background board is not so easy to get.

"Let us applaud warmly and welcome the Bulgarian players to the stage despite their defeat!" Bagman shouted.

The seven defeated Bulgarian players went upstairs and entered the box. The audience supporting Bulgaria below applauded and cheered to express their appreciation for them - although many people knew that if Krum had not caught the Golden Snitch in time, the score would have been very ugly, but more people would only think that they The difference with Ireland is only ten points, which is an unexpected mistake.

One by one, the team members walked between the two rows of seats in the box and took turns shaking hands with their ministers and Fudge. Bagman called out each person's name.

It has to be said that this former Quidditch player did everything in style and looked professional enough.

Especially when Krum, the player who caught the snitch, came on the stage, Bagman even raised his voice, making the audience cheer even more fervently.

Ireland won, so Ireland's supporters could generously praise Krum as a winner, for his strength and for his failure, while Bulgaria's supporters spared no effort to praise this almost The Seeker turned the tide and lamented that if the Chaser didn't make so many mistakes, maybe they would have won.

"He deserves it."

Lupine praised in an unprecedentedly serious manner - William would have even planned to give this expression full marks if his legs hadn't been shaking so much that his chair kept touching William's.

"Imagine we are having a parent-teacher meeting now, and those guys' children are all our students - many of them have not turned in their homework, so you are going to ask the parents how to deal with it."

William responded nonchalantly.

Lu Ping was just stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly became extremely relaxed.

So, when the Irish team went on stage to receive the award, his expression suddenly became much more natural. William was even a little doubtful that if Lupine was asked to speak instead of Fudge, he might not be nervous anymore.

——

"Look over there! Krum is still catching the Snitch!"

Not every spectator can focus on the players for a long time, especially the supporters of the Irish team. They can pay a little attention to the excellent seeker and be done with it.

The team members don’t have to watch it, so why don’t we just watch the director?

The ministers we see every day are just talking and moving villains in newspapers. A copy of the Daily Prophet makes people feel very, very far away, as if they are separated by another dimension.

But today the person in the newspaper actually appeared. He was no longer separated by the newspaper, but appeared right in front of his eyes - this was no worse than Quidditch.

"Look at the snitch, look at the minister!"

"The newspaper said that our Minister Fudge is very diligent and stable, and he is not arrogant in victory or discouraged in defeat. Today, it turns out that is the case. Look, he didn't even show excessive joy at such a happy event today! "

"Come on, what's the point of caring about Fudge - look at that one over there, Sirius, our former fugitive."

"Hey, no! It looks nothing like the wanted poster. I almost didn't recognize it."

"Don't be too busy caring about the country, look at the Bulgarian minister over there, haha, you won't be happy if you lose!"

The audience holding telescopes pointed at the top balcony and even secretly made impolite gestures.

This action was quickly imitated by the children around him. A child who didn't have the telescope began to make gestures and was successfully beaten by his mother.

…

"The ones over there are also interesting - have you seen the Malfoy family?"

"You see, he can always find a place next to the minister - but the young man over there doesn't look familiar, is that right?"

"The self-defense professor at Hogwarts only knows how to defend himself when we were studying there."

"That's him - tsk tsk, Merlin Level 2 Medal. It's really... incredible. I'm exhausted just taking care of my child. He actually succeeded in forcing a group of students to pass the exam. He doesn't look too fierce, just like A newly graduated student, you should not be judged by appearance..."

"That one next to you is Lupin. Do you remember, he is the prefect of Gryffindor!"

"Remember, why don't you remember? Wasn't he the one who was in the newspapers last year? His resume was so wonderful that I was envious - we had no contact after graduation. After all, our relationship was not good before. I didn't expect that he had been a hitter for so many years. .”

"As expected of a former striker. Look how comfortable that guy is up there - he looks like an Auror interrogating people. It's scary to look at."

"Normal. If he didn't look reliable, how could the Ministry of Magic select him?"

The one above was giving awards and acting to cover up the conflict just now, while the one below was venting his excitement about winning the championship while commenting on the background board. The whole scene was extremely harmonious.

Except for the losers - while a ten-point deficit looks promising, a loss is a loss.

Every word of celebration from the neighbors seemed to go straight to the heart, and the actions of those little leprechauns who scattered gold coins looked even more mocking.

But the players have tried their best...

So, who is to blame?

——

"it is finally over."

Although I don’t really care about those telescopes, the parent-teacher meeting needs to be finished, right?

As the light dimmed, the crowd began to gradually disperse from the competition venue and return to the camp under the guidance of Ministry of Magic staff and beaters.

"Wonderful game, although a little short, but those goals are very, very classic!"

Sirius held Harry with one hand and put the other on Lupin's shoulder, full of joy - although he was sore from the award ceremony in the end, today he had put away all the discomfort he had accumulated throughout the summer. Throw it away cleanly.

"Harry, do you want to be a professional Seeker in the future?"

Sirius spoke in a higher tone, "You are already a great player in school. After taking the OWLs exam in fifth grade, you can go to those big clubs for trial training with the recommendation letter. There are many competitions during the holidays, so you might not be able to officially How many times have you played——"

"It makes sense. That seems to be the case with Krum. Because he performed so well in the club, he was directly selected to the national team -" Lupine was also a little excited, "Although you definitely won't be able to participate in the World Cup at school like him. , but the chance of joining the national team after graduation is still very high!”

"That's right!" Sirius agreed, "Which national team do you like? England, Scotland, Ireland or Wales?"

? ? ?

Are Quidditch and football the same thing?

William didn't know, but he felt that he seemed to have to take back what he said about Bulgaria before - the four houses of Hogwarts and the four national Quidditch teams of the United Kingdom, good guys, the co-authors are all former members of the house teams. Bar…

He said it was weird, the Irish team wanted Fudge to stand...

I see…

"I have not decided yet."

Harry shook his head, but looked a little moved.

You haven't taken the OWLs exam yet, how dare you think about playing ball?

Not to mention that the Dark Lord will be resurrected this year. Are you too worried about playing Quidditch?

"Think carefully, but don't decide too early. After the fifth grade OWLs exam, you will have enough time to think about your future life path. Now you have to pass this threshold."

Although it was difficult for William to talk about the Dark Lord's resurrection, he had a ready excuse.

He glanced at Lupine and Sirius - "Don't make decisions based on impulse, now or in the future."

"Yes, Professor!"

Lupine showed an awkward smile. Sirius was not that embarrassed. He scratched his hair and said, "There is no rush. An excellent Quidditch player will have to play for many years. Harry, you can take your time and think about it." .”

"By the way, Professor William, our camp has prepared a barbecue dinner, and I also ordered a limited edition dessert during the Quidditch World Cup - want to have a drink with us?"

Naturally, he would not drink. After all, William had to pay attention to whether there would be any Quidditch hooligans. Although the Ministry of Magic should be reassuring, judging from the situation in the box today, he was a little suspicious...

Besides, Harry didn't reach Privet Drive safely, so he couldn't just leave Harry alone.

"Okay, but I can't drink. You should also pay attention. The Bulgarians lost a bit too much today. Maybe something will happen."

He nodded and gave up his plan to meet up with Adams and the others, and considered sending a letter to say so later, along with some snacks.

I hope everything goes well today.