After the players passed by, Ludo Bagman introduced the referee of this match, the president of the International Quidditch Federation...a short, lean wizard.

Amid bursts of cheers, he strode toward the arena with a large wooden box under his arm.

Everyone fell silent, holding their breath and concentrating.

The referee got on his broomstick and kicked the wooden box away...and then the whistle sounded.

"Ah... they're off!" Bagman screamed. Now it's Mallett with the ball! Troy! Moran! And it's passed to Mallett! Moran!"

In the top box, Harry no longer remembered the embarrassing behavior just now. He pressed the panoramic telescope tightly on his glasses... because only in this way could he see the game clearly.

Kyle was also staring at the field intently. The speed of those professional players was unbelievable. The chasers kept passing the Quaffle to other players as if it might explode at any time.

The three Irish team chasers were close together and rushed towards the Bulgarian goal post at the same time. The Quaffle kept jumping between them, even Bagman, who was in charge of commentating, was dazzled.

In the end, he simply gave up naming names and shouted directly: "The Irish team used the standard eagle-head offensive formation... It is their specialty... The Bulgarian team has no idea who to intercept... Oh! Boskov's tactics...

… Moran drew away Bulgaria’s batsman Ivanova … and she threw the Quaffle to Troy …”

"Troy scores a goal!" Bagman shouted with a loud voice, and the whole audience cheered and cheered, making the stadium tremble.

"10:0, the Irish team leads!"

"It's really amazing. The school competition is completely incomparable to this..." Hermione waved the flag in her hand and couldn't help but said, "But I feel like their Bludger seems to be getting faster..."

She frowned and recalled carefully.

When watching the school game before, she could clearly see the trajectory of the Bludger, but now there were only two blurry shadows.

"This is a game-specific ball." Cedric explained: "The Firebolt is too fast. If we continue to use the previous ball, the game may be over in five minutes.

So in order to deal with this situation, the International Quidditch Federation made adjustments to the Bludgers and the Golden Snitch a few months ago to increase their speed."

"So that's it." Hermione nodded and continued to look at the arena.

As analyzed before the game, the Irish team, with three superb chasers, quickly took advantage at the beginning of the game. Within ten minutes, they scored two more goals, rewriting the score to 30:0.

Mr. Weasley couldn't help but cheer, but for Harry, Ron and Charlie who supported Bulgaria, their laughter was a bit forced.

Fortunately, a few minutes later, Bulgaria's two batters used bludgers to force them to spread out, and they could no longer use some of their best attacks. Ivano also took the opportunity to break through their lineup, avoid the goalkeeper, and set up a goal for Bulgaria.

Scored the first goal.

"Plug your ears, the Veela is going to start dancing again," said Mr. Weasley.

This time he didn't need to remind him. The moment the Veela jumped up, Harry immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes, so as not to make a fool of himself again.

However, the supporters of the Bulgarian team were not happy for long... In the next game, the scores became one-sided.

The Irish team scored five goals in a row and stunned Bulgaria.

But on the other hand, Croom also used Wronski's fake move to successfully deceive the Irish team's seeker Linzi. He fell heavily to the ground due to excessive force.

A muffled thud could be heard throughout the stadium, and laments and roars could be heard from the seats of the Irish audience.

A trained therapist rushed into the field to check Linzi's injury, while Klum was circling a hundred feet above his head, his black eyes scanning the entire field.

He was taking advantage of Lin Qi's recovery time to search for the Golden Snitch without any interference.

"It's so exciting..." The various fake moves and classic tactics made Fred's blood boil with excitement. He couldn't help but say: "I hope the game can last longer."

"It's best to last five full days like last time," George said.

"Oh...I don't want..." Percy raised his voice, as if he wanted someone to hear, "If I leave for five days at a time, my file basket will be full of files. Thinking of this,

It really gives me chills.”

"Yeah, maybe someone stuffed dragon dung into an envelope and mailed it to you." Fred said.

"That's a fertilizer sample sent from Norway!" Percy's face turned red. "It's not for private individuals!"

"Yeah..." Fred smiled and whispered to Kyle, "That's what we sent to him."

His voice was very low, and it was masked by the noise in the stands, so no one except Kyle heard it.

Finally, Lin Qi stood up. Amid the cheers of the surrounding supporters, he mounted his Firebolt and jumped into the air again.

The Irish team's chasers reorganized their offensive almost instantly. With their tacit cooperation, the defense on the opposite side was like the field in front of Hogwarts. It was over as soon as it was said...

Twenty minutes later, the Irish team scored five more goals and they now led 130:10.

With no harvest, the Bulgarian team became anxious, and the game gradually began to develop in another direction.

Bulgaria's Zoglav couldn't help but give Mallet an elbow as she approached the goal post, but the move was too big and was seen by the referee.

Ireland penalty kick.

Next, the two Bulgarian batters turned into ruthless swinging machines, swinging wildly and wildly, regardless of whether the ball in front of them was a man or a Bludger.

On several occasions, Moran was almost knocked off the broom by them.

Bulgaria committed another foul.

The leprechauns all rose into the air, seeming to celebrate, but also making a very rude gesture towards the Veela mockingly.

The Veelas, who were already simmering with anger, couldn't bear it any longer, and their hair exploded in an instant.

They did not dance, but flew up and threw handfuls of flaming objects towards the leprechauns.

They are not beautiful at all now. On the contrary, their faces have elongated and turned into pointed bird heads with sharp beaks, and a pair of wings covered with scales are emerging from their shoulders...

"Understood, children, this is what a Veela really looks like." Mr. Weasley's voice drowned out the noise of the crowd below and said with a smile: "So you can never just pursue appearance!"

Harry and Ron nodded in unison.

Only Kyle, his eyes brightened even more, and his hand unconsciously touched the deformed lizard skin bag...his box was inside.

The battle between the two mascots became increasingly fierce. Wizard officials rushed into the arena and tried to separate the Veela and the leprechaun, but with little success.

At this moment, the fierce battle below is no less than the competition going on above. Although the leprechauns cannot throw fireballs, they can throw gold coins.

Even if Mou throws a large pile of gold coins with enough force, it will hit a Veela on the head.

For a moment, there were screams of Veela, popping sounds from the wizard's wand, and cheers from supporters of both teams. The scene could be said to be quite lively.

The audience was so happy, but no one told them before the game that they could watch this... It was worth paying one ticket to watch two performances.

Kyle looked at the game above for a while, and then couldn't help but glance at the Veela and leprechauns who were fighting a roundabout battle with the wizards of the Ministry of Magic. They were very busy.

If he had known better, he should have bought a panoramic telescope before the game.
Chapter completed!