Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 188 The start of the game

  Jemini was whistling, and the faces of Harry, Ron, and Draco were full of surprises beside him.

  The skins of the vewas are like the moon, glowing with bright and soft light, and their long and smooth hair is windless behind them, and their faces are not like real people, they are like elves walking out of the story.

  The music sounded abruptly, and the boys beside Jemini fell into a sluggishness.

  Fred and George's eyes were a little red, and the two of them suddenly stood still, their faces struggling, and they seemed to be engaged in a difficult struggle.

  And the three of Harry—they seem to be thinking about something beautiful.

  A fascinating magic quietly attacked Jemini, and Jemini snorted, swept the faint coercion, and directly crushed the magic.

  Harry beside him had no such luck. He moved slowly, and one leg straddled the railing. Ron simply stood directly on the railing and made a dive.

  Draco is a gentleman. From his appearance, it seems that he intends to take off his clothes before jumping down.

   "What are they doing?" Hermione frowned suspiciously.

"I was fascinated by Veeva, you know, Veeva has its own charm magic. If you are unprepared, it will be attacked directly." Jemini took out the camera, clicked at the three of them, and took a picture of them. Heroic.

  The organizer obviously realized that the veevas were discharging randomly, they stopped the music of the dancers, and the three of Harry woke up.

  The stadium was full of angry roars. People did not want Veeva to leave. At the same time, most of the wizards who supported the Irish team in the stadium suddenly fell to the Bulgarian team, some impatient even began to tear up the Irish team clover logo on their bodies.

  Ron had been torn apart, but was stopped by Mr. Weasley who rushed over.

  He looked at Ron and Harry gently: "I guess you will be affected, but I think you will need this thing later."

  The two finally recovered...

   "The performance just now was wonderful, wasn't it? For example, Harry was excited to jump off the railing, Ron was about to dive, Draco was undressing—"

   With a gentle smile on Jemini’s face, he took out a few photos: "Come and see, Harry's mouth is still drooling, tusk, it’s so cute~"

   "For how much I bought, thank you..." Harry rushed over in embarrassment.

  Easily, Jemini received twenty gallons of payment.

  The time was short, he only took two or three photos, otherwise he could sell for fifty gallons whatever he said. Beside him, Hermione reluctantly returned Harry to his seat to prevent him from jumping out again.

  "Now, please raise your wand into the air and welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

  Ludo's voice sounded over the stadium, and then, with a swish, a huge green and gold thing flew into the stadium, like a huge comet.

The thing flew around in the hall, then divided into two smaller comets, and rushed to a set of goalposts respectively. An arched rainbow suddenly appeared across the arena, connecting the two shining big balls. .

  It was like watching a fireworks display, and the crowd burst into deafening cheers.

  At the same time, the rainbow disappeared, and the big shining **** connected and blended, forming a huge, shining clover.

  The clover flew high and began to hover in the sky. Thousands of golden lights spread from the clover to the auditorium, like golden raindrops.

  Jemini can see clearly that the golden raindrops are made of gold coins.

   "Awesome!" Ron shouted loudly, snatching the gold coins that fell in the box frantically.

   Jemini is indifferent.

  "Here! I'm back to you! Haha!" Ron grabbed a handful of gold coins and stuffed Harry into Harry's arms, probably to pay for the money he bought the telescope for Harry before and the money for the photo just now.

   "Why don't you grab it?" Hermione caught a few dropped gold coins, looked at Jemini and laughed: "I thought you would control everyone at this time, and then you would have all the gold coins alone."

   "The magical thing is to make you happy." Jemini whispered: "It will disappear in two days."

  Hermione knows it, no wonder this guy looks so calm.

  After a long time, the huge clover in the sky finally disappeared, and the Irish Leprechauns that made up the clover slowly fell on the field, sitting cross-legged opposite the veils, ready to watch the game.

  "Now, ladies and gentlemen, please warmly welcome the Bulgarian Quidditch national team! Let me introduce you to Dimitrov!"

  A red figure riding a flying broomstick flew into the stadium from the entrance of the stadium. Bulgarian fans cheered feverishly from the stands.

   "Ivanova!"

   "Zograf! Flesky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next comes-Krum!"

   "It's him! It's him—"

  Ron let out a heart-piercing roar, his panoramic telescope desperately chasing Krum's figure.

  Jemini just opened the three-gouyu writing wheel and clearly saw the situation in the field.

Victor Krum was black and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a big hooked nose, and two thick jet-black eyebrows. He looked completely different from the movie and his overly mature face. It is hard for Jemini to believe that he is only eighteen years old now.

  Jemini frowned, these guys are riding firebolts...

  In the original book, they did not ride the Firebolt, but now the Firebolt has been spread in Europe, and many national teams are riding the Firebolt. Obviously, the Bulgarian team is not stupid.

  This makes Jemini a little uncertain, saying that they may not lose this time.

"Now, please welcome-the Irish Quidditch national team!" Bagman shouted loudly: "It was-Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Marlet! Moran! Quigley! And-Lin Qi!"

  "And our referee today, who has flown from Egypt not far away, and the well-supported president of the International Quidditch Federation—Hassan Mustafa!"

  A small and thin wizard walked to the arena. He was wearing a golden robe and his head was completely bald, but his beard was very lush.

  A silver whistle sticks out from under his beard, he has a large wooden box under one arm, and his broomstick under the other arm.

   Then he mounted the broomstick, kicked open the wooden box, and the four **** jumped into the air. Then, Mustas blew his whistle and followed the **** into the air.

  The game has started!

  The Irish team grabbed the ghost ball almost immediately, and then passed, passed, passed the ball.

  Ghost flying ball was passed by the Irish players, and Ludo Bagman, the commentator, had no time to announce their name.

   "Hawk head offensive formation..." Jemini raised an eyebrow.

  Probably only his eyes can clearly keep up with the progress of the game.

  Suddenly—

   "Troy scored!" Bagman roared loudly, and the audience suddenly cheered.

   "10:0, the Irish team leads!"

  　 Today is the first one, more 嘤嘤嗝~

  (End of this chapter)