Hogwarts Everything is Three

As the afternoon passed, an excitement filled the camp like a cloud that could be touched.

At dusk, even the quiet summer air seemed to be tremblingly looking forward.

At this time, there was a deep and deep gong sound from somewhere in the distance of the forest. Immediately, thousands of red, green and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the stadium.

"Time is up!" said Mr. Irving Harris, and everyone seemed to be equally excited. "Hurry up, let's go!"

Owen and Lucius Malfoy led the way. After lunch, they had been communicating and seemed very satisfied with each other.

Draco Malfoy held the England team's rose logo in one hand, and the magic statue of Alan Harris in the other, and followed Alan with a smile on his face.

They walked quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.

They can hear thousands of people walking around, they can hear shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

This kind of fanatical excitement is very contagious, and Allen's emotions are also mobilized, laughing happily.

Passed the ticket inspection smoothly and entered the magnificent stadium.

Fuchsia carpet was spread on the stairs leading to the stadium.

They climbed up the stairs with the crowd, and slowly those people flowed into the stands on the left and right.

The group of people led by Owen went up and finally reached the top of the stairs.

They found themselves in a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, and facing the golden goal.

There are a dozen purple and gold-plated seats here, divided into two rows. This is an exclusive box specially set by Irving at a high price.

Owen did not stay here, but after letting his family and his son's friends put down their hands, he took his three sons forward and walked to another top-level box.

Lucius also took Draco with him.

"Mr. Harris, nice meeting. Ellen, it's nice to meet you." Sirius Black politely shook Owen's hands, which didn't match the way he usually felt.

"Allen, your idea is very good. Harry and I had a great vacation this holiday." Sirius's face swept away the gloom of the past and said to Allen happily.

"Vernon must look good." Allen also laughed.

When they stepped into the box, Percy Weasley hurriedly stood up and saluted Irving, looking as if he had just sat on the back of a porcupine covered with spines.

Ron saw Alan and Malfoy entering with Harry, curled his lips, and pulled Harry over.

Draco glared at Harry and Ron contemptuously, standing behind Allen without speaking.

At this moment, Owen suddenly smiled and said, "Bugman, why are you collecting money from children?"

Bagman turned his head in surprise, immediately gathered Jin Jialong in his hand, and walked over to shake hands with Mr. Harris.

"Ludo, are you ready?" Owen asked.

"Of course, my passion is ready to go." Bagman smiled all over his face and waved his hand, as if to say that it was nothing.

"Are you betting on football?" Allen asked after greeting Bagman politely.

Bagman glanced at Owen and seemed relieved to see that he was still smiling.

"Add a little excitement to the game." Bagman said lightly.

"Want to place a bet on the game, Lucius?" Owen asked interestedly.

"Of course." Lucius laughed, for him, it was like buying some fish, chips and beer while watching a football game.

"Let me think about it... I gave a thousand Gallons to bet on England to win, and Allen caught the Golden Snitch." Owen said, his temperament seemed a bit like a nouveau riche, and the people of the Weasley family looked a little shocked. .

Allen knew that Bagman couldn't get the money at all. He wanted to stop his father, but after another thought, he understood his father's intentions.

Most of his father knew about Bagman's financial situation, and he probably did this to better control him.

At the same time, for Owen, this is also a way to cheer for his son in disguise.

"A thousand golden gallons?" Ludo Bagman looked a little at a loss, but quickly recovered his calm, "I won't give you too much odds. Because I also believe that Allen will catch Live the Golden Snitch."

He winked at Allen.

Lucius glanced at him, and said without a trace of ups and downs in his voice: "I pay the same amount and bet on England to win. Allen catches the Golden Snitch."

Bagman seemed to be crying: "Such a big bet, then I still have to lower the odds. Are you sure you want to bet?"

Lucius glanced at him lightly, which made Bagman instantly understand that things were unchangeable.

Ludo Bagman slowly pulled out his notebook and quill, and reluctantly wrote the names of Mr. Harris and Mr. Lucius on them.

At this moment, behind them, the sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded.

It turned out to be when Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, himself drove, Percy bowed too low and his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

He was so embarrassed that he repaired the lenses with his wand, and then sat blankly in his seat.

Owen stepped forward immediately, Fudge greeted him like an old friend, and then greeted Alan kindly.

Fudge held Alan's hand kindly like a father, asked him about him, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him, as if they were too familiar with each other before.

"Alan Harris, you know," he told the Bulgarian Minister of Magic aloud-the man wore a gorgeous black velvet gown with gold trim and he didn't seem to understand a word in English. "The Quidditch World Cup is the best in history. Young seeker, you must know who he is—"

The Bulgarian wizard looked at Ellen carefully, and immediately became excited, and murmured loudly in his mouth.

"Thank you for your compliment, my Animagus is indeed a phoenix." Allen suddenly whispered.

"It's really good, you can speak our Bulgarian language. You and Krum are both young talents!" The wizard from Bulgaria looked at Alan with appreciation.

Although Allen is young, he is neither humble nor overbearing in advance and retreat, which has won the favor of almost everyone present.

"Great, Ellen, you can speak Bulgarian. It's too hard to communicate with him, God knows how I spend the day. Crouch knows Bulgarian, but he—" Fudge wrinkled. Frowning, he smiled very kindly in an instant.

"It's a pity that you have to participate in the competition. This is Mr. Oberlansk-Mr. Obalonsk-he is the Minister of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, it doesn't matter, he doesn't understand what I'm talking about anyway." Allen introduced.

Allen saluted the other side again, and the Bulgarian minister had a very good impression of Allen, and talked with Allen about the customs and Quidditch match between the two countries.

On the one hand, Ludo Bagman seemed to figure out something and regained his spirit.

"Are you all ready?" He said, his round face gleaming like a giant spherical cheese. "Minister-can you start?"

"You'll start at the beginning, Ludo." Fudge said kindly.

Seeing this, Allen hurriedly said goodbye, he needed to join the team.

The atmosphere in the stadium outside was extremely hot and enthusiastic, and Allen Apparated to the locker room, changed his team uniform, and was with his teammates, preparing for the much-anticipated final battle of the season.

They have changed their team uniforms and are sitting in the locker room. Head coach Geraldine wants to make a mobilization speech for them.

His falcon-like eyes scanned the players sitting below sharply.

"I really don't know what to say. Three minutes later, it will be the biggest battle of our career."

Everyone, whether they were staring at the coach with piercing eyes or holding their heads in their hands, were listening carefully.

"Everything has come today, we can go to glory as a team, or we will collapse, one point after another, one blow after another, until we are finished." Geraldine's tone was extremely solemn.

The entire locker room is in a low pressure.

"Now I can't fight for you. In fact, it is obvious that I am too old!" Geraldine said with emotion.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief, it was hard to imagine that such weak words would come from a coach known for his iron-blooded methods.

"I looked around and saw these young faces, I was thinking..."

He paused and continued: "I mean, did I make a mistake that a middle-aged person might make. I, uh..."

His words attracted the attention of all the players, and even Banks, who was buried in his head, raised his head to look at him.

"I squandered all my money, believe it or not." He patted the information in his hand, "I also drove away the people who once loved me."

His tone became heavier: "Recently, I can't even face the face in my mirror."

"You know, when your life gets old, many things will leave you. This is part of life. But you only understand when you start to lose. Life is actually a scoring game, like It's Quidditch."

The players began to follow his thinking.

"Because whether it is Game Life or Quidditch, there is little room for you to make mistakes." He turned sideways and started to back up, "I mean, half a step early or half a step late, you won't achieve your goal; half a second early. Or half a second later, you won’t catch the ball."

"Every minute we need is by our side, every minute, every second."

The players cheered, some even slapped their hands.

Geraldine raised his hand, stopped them, and continued: "Our whole team is fighting for this point~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The whole team is ready to break down for this point, and gear up for this point." He raised his right hand, as if to seize the victory.

The eyes of the team members followed Geraldine closely, admiring and cheering loudly.

Geraldine's tone became firmer and firmer, "Because we know that adding up every point is the watershed between victory and defeat, and the watershed between life and death."

The players were a little red, looking at Geraldine excitedly.

"In any match, those who are not afraid of death will win that point. I also know that I can live a meaningful life because I am still willing to fight for that point to the last minute."

Geraldine's tone was agitated.

"I can't let you do it now. You have to look at the comrades around you and look into their eyes."

The players looked at each other.

"I think you will see comrades who are willing to fight with you, to fight for every point."

Cohen, who was still inattentive at the beginning, couldn't help but step forward, wanting to listen more carefully.

"You will see a comrade in arms who is willing to sacrifice himself for you and for the team. Because he knows that when necessary, you will do the same for him."

"This is teamwork, gentlemen. Also, whether we are fighting together or being slaughtered one by one, this is Quidditch."

Geraldine spread his hands, and the room was silent.

"this is all."

He looked at all the players eagerly, "Now, tell me, what should you do?"

The team members stood up, clamored, full of fighting spirit, with a determined expression on their faces, following Geraldine, preparing to set foot on their arena, their stage.