Chapter 431 The Lights Are Bright

The stadium, which had been noisy all night, was silent at the moment. In the huge venue, it was as if you could hear a pin drop. The 100,000 spectators present stared blankly at the golden stream of light representing 150 points, speechless for a moment.

Klum flew lightly in the air, and spots of blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth, fell on Bulgaria's bright red robe, and disappeared quietly. It was hit by an Irish batsman during the sprint.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and raised it high, a faint but shocking golden light flowing out from between his fingers.

The scoreboard floating in mid-air is painful to the eyes——

Bulgaria: 160

Ireland: 170

Loren raised the camera and focused for a moment. "The blood-stained Seeker holding up the golden light", "the silent auditorium" and "the scoreboard occupying half the sky" merged together, and the picture was frozen.

Click.

The sound of the camera seemed to trigger some kind of switch, and the silence was broken. Thunderous cheers swept from the auditorium to the entire stadium, getting louder and louder, deafening. Everyone in the stadium could feel the space shaking with countless joys. The shouts almost overturned the stadium.

Bagman shouted at the top of his lungs: "Ladies and gentlemen, let us congratulate tonight's champion! The Irish National Team!"

"Ireland!"

"Ireland!"

…

"He's got it! Krum's got it! Game over!"

Harry's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and Krum's wonderful performance made his blood boil.

"The Irish team won..." Ron looked sad. "Krum ended the game because he knew they would never catch up."

Not far away, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic heard their words and sighed heavily: "I must say, we fought bravely."

"Yes -" Fudge nodded in agreement, his expression stagnant, and he turned to look at him in disbelief, "You, can you speak English?"

"Oh, yes." The Bulgarian Minister of Magic smiled.

Fudge was so angry that he gritted his teeth and shouted louder: "But you made me keep gesticulating here all day long!"

The Bulgarian minister shrugged: "I thought you liked to communicate in sign language. That's interesting, isn't it?"

"you--"

"Minister, the trophy has been brought up. It's time for you to go up to the stage to award the award."

A Ministry of Magic employee whispered next to Fudge.

Fudge and anger were tumbling in his heart. He gasped and glared at the Bulgarian minister. He reluctantly put on a kind smile and walked towards the stage under the lights.

The face-changing speed was so fast that Loren exclaimed: "Minister Fudge is a decent man."

Arthur nodded in agreement.

Molly:…

She probably knows why her husband has not been promoted for decades.

Molly stood up and greeted the family: "Let's go, dear children, it's time for us to go back to the camp."

"Oh, can't you stay a little longer..." Ron looked at the handful of gold coins dropped by the Irish leprechaun reluctantly. Although he knew they were fake, it still made him feel happy to look at them a few more times.

"Yes, yes, it's not over yet, mom!"

Ginny hugged one of Harry's arms tightly, her eyes shining brightly.

Harry reluctantly looked at Klum in the Bulgaria rest area, still immersed in the frustration of losing.

Loren glanced at the scene outside the stands. Fudge was very kind and said a long and decent speech, but no one cared. The players of the Irish team took the trophy and rose into the sky. They were flying around the field on broomsticks, enjoying the fans. Their cheers...

It seems that it is still early for the discrete field.

Molly smiled and nodded Ginny's forehead: "It will be too late after the show ends. Look at how many people are here. You don't have to think about how chaotic it will be later."

"I know, Mom..." Ginny sighed melancholy.

After packing up their things and following Molly, everyone slowly walked out of the box and walked downstairs on the purple-red carpeted stairs. Before walking out of the door, Loren looked back and saw that the house elf Winky was still burying her head in her hands. Sarah Jorkins hummed a tune easily, and the wizard hidden under the invisibility cloak looked intently at the scoreboard with a smile on his lips.

…

"Oh, it's really exciting...I'm extremely sure that this game will be talked about for several years." Arthur muttered.

"Yeah..." Bagman said hoarsely. His expression was confused and he looked very tired. He was not as energetic as he was during the day. "What an unexpected turn..."

George and Fred crowded around Charlie, who supported Bulgaria, winking, waving their hands and cheering:

"Krum! Krum!"

"Krum! Krum!"

"..."

Charlie couldn't help but stay away from his two younger brothers.

"That Wonsky fake move just now will definitely be selected into the top ten of the year!" Ron kept talking, "Krum is not just an athlete, he is an artist..."

Ginny pulled Harry and whispered, "I think he's in love with Krum."

Harry was lowering his head and playing with the telescope to play back Wronsky's fake move. He couldn't help laughing when he heard this, completely unaware that Ginny had been tugging on his arm.

As they walked out of the gymnasium, they could still faintly hear the roar of cheers behind them. The forest was already foggy in the middle of the night, gray and cool... They walked on the soft soil towards the camp, their footsteps making a deep and shallow sound.

This Quidditch World Cup doesn't seem to have ended successfully, but the game is over, what else can go wrong...

Loren unconsciously fiddled with the camera hanging around her neck, rubbing her thumbs on the few photos, feeling the marks left by the developing solution after it dried on the photos.

"..."

Hermione pursed her lips and watched silently as the man caressed her silly face in the photo, and continued to touch her all the way.

I have to find a way to get the photos.

No, I have to find a way to get the camera.

…

Irish green ribbons floated throughout the stadium. Compared to the lively and joyful scene of the winning team, the scene of the losing Bulgarian team was much cooler. Viktor Krum, who had a gloomy face and said nothing, made this kind of scene The atmosphere is more solemn.

The several therapists surrounding him did not dare to speak, and left after hurriedly checking the injuries.

His teammates and coaches looked at his face. They wanted to say something but didn't dare. Shame and self-blame slowly filled their hearts, so they had no choice but to remain silent.

After all, they were the ones holding Krum back. If the score hadn't been too far behind, Krum alone would have won the game.

Looking at his teammates with twinkling eyes, Krum sighed inwardly. This is how the rumors of being moody and bad-tempered developed.

In fact, he doesn't blame these people. Bulgaria is just a small country with a small number of wizards, and wizards who love and are good at Quidditch are even rarer. It is already very rare to be able to assemble a team and defeat many countries to reach the finals.

Moreover, their training time was not sufficient, especially when he was still in school at Durmstrang... He was still young, and he was sure that he would win the Quidditch World Cup before he died. This was just an ordinary failure. That’s all.

Klum was silent for a moment, then quickened his pace and left the court.

The rest of the team, even the coach, breathed a sigh of relief: "Stop standing here. I have aged malt whiskey in my tent. Does anyone want to try it?"

The players looked at each other, cheered and ran forward with their coach in unison.

"By the way, the Veelas are still in the lounge. Do you want to invite them?"

"Do you want to strip naked and run around camp?"

"of course not!"

"Then stay away from them! The minister will arrange for them!"

…

In the lounge, the chandelier hung straight down from the ceiling, hanging over the heads of the Veelas in formation. The low light illuminated the shadows extending in all directions. The outermost shadow had spread to the wall, and was as narrow as a monster's claws.

Choose people to devour.

A chilling whisper echoed in the room:

"Look at that funny green, look at those ugly little leprechauns...the Ireland they support actually defeated the Bulgaria you support..."

"How ridiculous, how absurd..."

As the whispers echoed, traces of anger appeared on the blank faces of the Veelas, and hoarse exhalation sounds that were completely unlike humans came one after another. It was a sound that human throats could never produce.

"Hohoho..."

The low laughter that was enough to give people goosebumps lasted for a while: "You should be angry, you guys should let people see their anger...just need a little help..."

The thick black mist quietly dispersed and slowly filled the entire room.

"Go, ignite the flames of anger and turn everything into burning firewood!"

The Veela's handsome faces began to elongate, their sharp beaks loomed, and pairs of scaly wings drooped. Strange fluctuations overflowed from the scales, carrying a trance-inducing magic power.

The sound of flapping wings sounded, and the minions hidden in the shadows that selected people to bite them moved out one after another.

…

The lights of the Forest Stadium were still bright and dazzling, but the players from both sides had already left the field, and the spectators were flowing out of the stadium like streams. Officials from the Ministry of Magic who did not need to be on duty left early, leaving only a few people to maintain order.

Barty Crouch climbed up the purple-carpeted stairs and talked with people from the Irish Ministry of Magic for several hours. The deserted stadium, which was already empty, made him feel more at ease.

There is no one around, so it will be more convenient to bring my son down later.

Barty Crouch thought so and quickened his pace to the top box.

Hearing the footsteps, Jingle, who had been covering his face, put down his hands, his face full of joy: "Master, you are finally back!"

Bertha Jorkins stopped humming and looked at her former boss, Mr. Barty Crouch, with confusion on her face, her brows gradually knitting together.

Why are you here, why did Mr. Barty Crouch come here at this time, and... where is this?

Seeing that the box was empty and that neither Twinkle nor Jorkins looked strange, Crouch breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward: "Bertha, thank you for maintaining order here. The World Cup is over. Go back and rest."

Jorkins' eyes widened slightly. It turned out that this was the World Cup stadium, and she was here to maintain order.

A smile appeared on Crouch's face: "I will apply for commendation for you. To your current boss, Ludo, go back and rest."

"Thank you, Mr. Crouch." Jorkins smiled, stood up and left the box. The light footsteps as he went downstairs showed the lady's joy.

Crouch's face sank and he glanced at the empty spot next to Shining: "Let's go back to the camp."

"Okay Master!" Twinkle jumped up, one hand hanging in the air, as if dragging something invisible, "You don't know, Master Barty has been very good all night, he is a good boy... "

…

In order to avoid the crowd, Crouch took Winky on a small path.

After walking briskly in the thick fog until he entered the tent and put down the curtain that could block sight and sound, Crouch sat on the single sofa and breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his forehead tiredly.

"Don't take off the invisibility cloak. Before dawn, you take him to the depths of the swamp and walk from there."

"Master, I can take Master Barty home now."

"The Department of Transportation of the Ministry of Magic oversees all space magic. Even if you are a house elf, you will be noticed."

"I understand, Master."

How could a stupid house elf give advice to its master... Twinkle's eyes flashed with self-blame, and she clenched her fists and gave herself a squeeze.

Suddenly, a rash figure broke in: "Mr. Crouch, Mr. Crouch!"

Crouch stared at him with anger brewing on his face: "Jorkins?"

"Mr. Crouch, there is a big trouble! The Veela and a group of wizards are making trouble in the camp. Wizards from many countries!" Jorkins shouted in panic, "Minister Fudge asked me to call you!"

Crouch's face was cold, he stood up, gave Twinkle a look, and walked straight out of the tent.

Jorkins staggered to follow.

"One more thing Mr. Crouch, I seem to have forgotten my wand in the box..."

"The lost and found office will return it to you. Let's deal with the camp matters first."

"Okay sir..."

…

Their pace was not slow, but the people who left the stadium and returned to the camp no longer abided by the rules as they did when they went there. Some wizards rode brooms and rushed directly to the camp. Some wizards cast levitating spells on their clothes and swayed towards the camp. fly……

Soon a flood of people surrounded them, and everyone could only stick together and walk back in the direction illuminated by the lanterns. There were rough singing voices everywhere, and little leprechauns were flying over the forest. Flying back and forth, laughing loudly.

No one wanted to sleep. The excitement and bustle brought by George and Fred from the gym had not yet cooled down. Charlie's annoyed expression made them even more happy, and they became more active in yodeling Happy Krum's name in front of him.

It must be said that their singing voices are still pleasant to the ears when they are not singing the melody of the funeral march. It is no wonder that they can be the lead singers at the Hogwarts opening dinner.

Arthur, who had just learned how to use it from Hermione, took out a windproof match, put the match head close to the red phosphorus strip on the outer cover of the box, pressed hard with his finger, and with a slight stroke, the orange flame ignited.

Arthur happily lit the oil lamp, blew out the matches reluctantly, and treasured the remaining matches into the box.

Although the match head has been used, it is the first match he has lit and he has to take it back and treasure it.

Molly, who witnessed the whole process:...

Molly reached out and grabbed Ginny, whose face was flushed and excited, and held her in her arms. At the same time, she shouted to the others: "Hey, kids, darling!"

George and Fred stopped yodeling, and everyone else stopped and looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"Today is over! Go to bed quickly. We will get up early and go home tomorrow. We can still make it to Diagon Alley in the afternoon to buy the items you will need for next semester..."

Molly's voice was covered up by the noise outside the tent. It was buzzing, screaming mixed with footsteps, and strange crashing sounds mixed with harsh laughter. It seemed that everyone's voice was there, making people's ears uneasy. .

Hermione listened carefully for a while, but couldn't hear anything clearly, so she guessed: "Is it the Irish celebrating their victory?"

Arthur listened suspiciously and walked out of the tent to investigate the situation.

Loren looked deeply at the oil lamp that had just been lit. The flame was flickering and the shadow of the lamp was shaking.

finished?

No, just started.