Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

  Chapter 190 Prepare to retire

  On the field, referee Musta’s broom was ignited by the flame thrown by Veeva and flew around in panic.

  In the audience, grumbling and applause were mixed, Jemini turned around and looked at Fudge slightly apologetically: "Sorry, Lord Minister..."

   "Ah... it's okay." Fudge clutched his nose and stood up while leaning on the railing: "Can you help me solve the chaos in the arena? You just need to separate those vesas from the little monsters..."

   "It looks like it shouldn't be used anymore, sir."

  Jemini turned around while speaking loudly.

   "What? What's wrong?" Fudge hurriedly followed Jemini's gaze.

  Over the field, the circling Irish Seeker Lynch made a rapid dive and flew downward.

  "This time is not a Lonsky fake!" Harry shouted excitedly, reaching out and patting Jemini's shoulder: "He saw the Golden Snitch! He saw it, look!"

   "I **** saw it!" Jemini grabbed Harry's excited paw and threw it aside.

  The audience quickly realized what had happened. Irish supporters stood up, once again set off a green wave, screaming to cheer Lynch.

   "Will he catch it?" Fudge looked in Lynch's direction expectantly, apparently he was also a supporter of the Irish team.

  Jemini shook his head.

  Behind Lynch, Krum had already chased up in a straight line, and quickly leveled with him.

   is also a Firebolt, and Jemini feels that the two are not riding the same broomstick. Whether it is the control ability or the courage to accelerate, Krum is obviously much better than Lynch.

  Compared to Krum, who is always trying to catch up with a lion, Lynch looks like a lot of rookies.

   "They are about to fall to the ground!" Hermione shouted.

   "No!" Ron roared thickly.

   "Lynch will!" Jemini and Harry said in unison.

  Facts proved that the two of the same Seekers knew better about the Seekers. Lynch fell heavily to the ground for the second time, and then a group of angry vees immediately swarmed up.

   "What a fuck!" Jemini grabbed the green hat on Harry's head and threw it to the ground.

   "Where is the Golden Snitch? Where is the Golden Snitch?" Charlie shouted in the next box.

   "Krum! Krum caught the Golden Snitch!" Harry didn't care about the hat being dropped and shouted, pointing in Krum's direction.

  Over the field, Krum had a nosebleed on his face. He flew into the air, raised his fist high, and a little golden light appeared between his fingers.

  The score flashes on the scoreboard.

  Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 180.

A lot of spectators didn’t seem to realize what was going on, but soon, the discussion on the field became louder and louder, like a tsunami, and the supporters of the Irish team broke out with countless joy. Yelling.

  "Fortunately, his teammates are awesome, Lynch this pig!" Gwenoghe spit, and then joined the cheers.

  "The Irish team won the game!" Bagman's voice sounded over the arena.

   "Krum caught the Golden Snitch-but the Irish team won-oh my god, I don't think anyone expected it to end like this."

   "We expected it!" Fred and George shouted in unison.

  "Why is he catching the Golden Snitch at this time?" Ron yelled in confusion: "He ended the game when the Irish team was one hundred and seventy points ahead. It was so stupid."

"In fact, this is the smartest decision, at least for them to get a trace of dignity." Jemini shook his head: "The further you drag the score gap will only get bigger and bigger, the difference between the two sides' pursuit hands is too big. , And the mentality of the Bulgarian team has exploded."

   "Yes, the Irish team's pursuit hand is too strong, Krum just wants to end the game according to his own situation, that's it..." Harry shouted.

   "He is really brave, isn't he?" Hermione asked.

   "Is he better than me in your eyes?" Jemini looked at her with his head tilted.

   "Of course not, but this is not your arena after all..."

  Before speaking, Jemini blocked her mouth.

  The twins beside them slapped their lips in disgust: "You can't be late and find a place where no one is?"

   "Sorry, no." Jemini let go of Hermione and licked her lips.

  "Have you seen the seals? You two are like two seals grabbing grapes." George spread his hands.

Snapped!

  George was punched by Hermione and gave a strange cry of pain.

In the arena, the dwarfs were ecstatically walking around on the field, and the veils also recovered their beautiful looks, but they all looked downcast, and Krum's face looked very gloomy. Let no one approach him, even the doctor was kicked away by him.

   "If he were in the Irish team, this year's Ireland could sweep the world." Jemini shook his head: "There are pig teammates on both sides. This is really no way."

  Green flags were waving everywhere in the stadium, and the Irish national anthem sounded from all directions.

   "The national anthem of Muggle society? Interesting..." Jemini smiled.

  It seems that although wizards do not approve of Muggle society, they still have an inescapable sense of belonging to the country.

   "Now, the Irish team members are accompanied by their mascots around the field, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is sent to the top box." Bagman's voice rang like a bell.

  A strong light shines on the box where Fudge is located next door, so that all the audience can clearly see the situation in the box.

Two panting and ignorant carried a large trophy into the box, and handed it to Fudge. Fudge looked a little unhappy because the Bulgarian minister behind him played with him as if he didn't understand English. God, it made him feel like a monkey.

   "Let us applaud warmly and welcome the gloriously defeated Bulgarian players to the stage!" Bagman shouted.

  The seven defeated Bulgarian players went upstairs and entered the box. The audience below applauded and cheered.

   "It's a wonderful game, it's a glorious defeat." Jemini applauded and gave a very pertinent evaluation.

  After Bagman announced their names aloud, there were deafening cheers from the stands again, of course, most of them were for Krum.

  The Irish players came on stage. Lynch was supported by Moran and Connolly. His eyes were blank and scattered. It seemed that he was thrown over by the second fall just now.

   "I'm sorry, Mr. Fox..." When Moran walked past Jemini, he gave Jemini apologetically.

  Although winning or losing the game has nothing to do with Jemini, but they really can't offend Jemini, at least on this British island, they can't afford to offend.

  Furthermore, Lynch’s two falls are really stupid. A seeker who came to participate in the World Cup, but couldn’t even do a sudden stop and fell twice!

  Don't say anything, prepare to retire after the game.

There is only one watch today. My godfather’s father, my godfather, passed away. From last night to this morning, I slept in a hurry. I have to watch tonight. Sorry everyone, my godfather’s family is all grandsons. I am the only grandson with the surname Jiang, although I am a relative, but at this time, I also have to be my grandson and be a filial piety. Please be considerate of me.

  (End of this chapter)