Chapter 200: Game start

Chapter 200: Game start

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"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome -- the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I'll introduce -- Dimitrov!"

It seems that he was influenced by the atmosphere of the scene. Bagman looked more active, and the sense of despair just now disappeared in his voice. At this time, he was shouting loudly with a wand around his neck.

A figure riding a broomstick flew into the arena from the entrance with a swoosh. He flew so fast that people could only see a red afterimage passing by.

"Ivanova!"

Iger raised his eyebrows, this name... Russian?

The second figure in a bright red robe flew out...

"Zograf! Vlesky! Vokanov! Volkov is next -- Krum!"

Iger thinks the Bulgarian team's name sounds more Russian than the other...

"Ah, ah, it's him, it's him!" Ron screamed frantically, like a female fan who saw idols.

Iger squinted his eyes, Viktor Klum was thin and dark, not the same as what he had seen in the movie, his skin was a little sallow, his skin color was closer to the Middle East than white people In the area, a big eagle nose seems to be related to Snape. It looks like a very large eagle. It is hard to imagine that this is just an eighteen-year-old boy. Iger feels that he looks slightly taller. A little anxious.

"Now, please welcome--Irish National Quidditch!" Bagman shouted loudly. "It's Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley and- - Lin Qi!"

Compared with the Bulgarian team, the Irish team appeared more tidy. After adjusting the multiple of the telescope, Iger grinned at the distance: "Sure enough, the Firebolt is the standard of this year's World Cup..."

"And our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the well-respected president of the International Quidditch Federation, who flew thousands of miles from Egypt!"

A laughing, skinny wizard strode out into the field in a golden robe that matched the color of the stadium.

This man looks very strong, the hair on his head is almost bald, and his beard is almost catching up with Hagrid.

Speaking of Hagrid's recent whereabouts, Iger scratched his hair and asked him to come to Quidditch, but he refused to come, as if he had a date.

Glancing at the better boxes in the arena, Iger did not find Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime.

"Emmm..." Iger muttered softly: "They avoided the whole world and went on a date..."

"Ah, they're off!" cried Bagman. "Mallet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov--and on to Mallet! Troy! Flesky! Moran!"

Iger looked at the game in amazement. I have to say that the very formal World Cup final in front of me is not a star and a half compared to the usual Academy Cup. In the past, such wonderful passes could only be Only some shadows can be seen during Gryffindor training, and at this time, the Quaffle seems to have evolved into a Bludger, and it is moving wildly between the players of the two teams.

"Unbelievable." Iger sighed in admiration.

"How is it? Isn't it attractive?" Harry's excited roar came in his ear, and Iger nodded slightly.

"It's hard to imagine that the girl's figure is so good..." Iger looked at a female player of the Irish team on the court, nodded slightly, if I remember correctly, it was Troy?

Harry turned his head away, he was afraid that if he listened again, he could not help but press Iger's head back to the floor, he couldn't do that, because he couldn't beat Iger.

"Troy scored!" Bagman yelled.

"Troy scored again!" Bagman roared loudly, the audience cheered, and the stadium trembled: "10:0, Ireland leads!"

Judging from the quality of the players, the Bulgarian team's individual level is indeed far less than the Irish team. Of course, the British and Irish Quidditch League has always been the top in the world, and this is the place where Quidditch thrives.

Iger felt like the Bulgarian team was being teased like a fool compared to the well-trained Irish team.

It's like seeing the feeling of Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, but in comparison, the Bulgarian team's foul is not that serious. After all, world-class games, so many pairs of eyes are watching.

The leprechauns, the mascots of the Irish team, flew into the air, dancing happily, and then turned into the huge, glittering clover again. with these little dwarfs.

"Troy - Mallette - Moran!"

Ten minutes later, the Irish team scored two goals in a row again to rewrite the score to 30-0, causing a huge crowd of cheers from supporters in green.

The game became more intense, and at the same time, more brutal. Bulgarian batsmen Volkov and Vokanov were about to use their milk, and frantically threw the Bludgers towards the Irish Chasers. Pumped over and tried to put together some of their best plays, and from effect, their tactics worked, with Ivanova breaking through Ireland's line-up to score Bulgaria's first goal of the night.

"Put your fingers in your ears!" cried Mr. Weasley, seeing the Veela dancing again in celebration. A group of dogs hurriedly plugged their ears, perhaps because of the embarrassment just now, Harry even closed his eyes.

Iger looked at the group of excited veela happily, pinching his chin, not knowing what to think.

On the field, Krum's fake Lansky panicked the Irish team's Seeker Lin Qi to the ground and won the audience's amazement, but this also angered the Irish team's players. Fifteen minutes later, the Irish team forced a breakthrough. 's attacked ten goals in a row again, and hit a hundred shots, all into the frame.

"The goalkeeper of the Bulgarian team can basically declare industry..." Iger muttered in a low voice.

Perhaps the Irish team's offensive is too hot, the game has begun to become unscrupulous.

"Ireland made a free throw, Musta scolded the Bulgarian goalkeeper for hitting someone, yes, the elbow was too big!" Bagman said to the raucous audience.

The dwarfs, who had risen into the sky angrily because of the foul on the opposite side, saw the reversal of their form, and quickly formed a "Ha! what! what! ' the words Iger laughed at the group of dwarfs, this little thing is quite cheap...

The Veela across the field jumped up, shook her hair angrily, and started dancing again.

However, due to the unexpected dance, the referee Hassan Mustafa, who was presiding over the free throws, has landed in front of the Veela, flexing and stretching his limbs strangely, showing his muscles, and excitedly stroking his beard .

"Oh, this can't be done!" Ludo Bagman's voice sounded with a hint of a smile: "Who will go up and slap the referee?"

One of the players covered his ears with his fingers, rushed into the field, and kicked Mustafa's calf a few times. The old wizard quickly came to his senses and was arguing with the Veela about something. Extremely embarrassing.

"Oh... Maybe I made a mistake, Mustafa the giant boa wants to play the Bulgarian team's mascot home." Bagman muttered reluctantly: "We have never seen such a scene, the game may be It will become uncivilized..."

Bagman was right, the game did start to get uncivilized.