In the box, other people relied on their status and sat quietly on chairs.

Only the three Weasley brothers collected Galleons regardless of their image.

Ginny's face was red and she was ready to move. When her brothers said hello, she even took out her wand.

"That's false." Harry reminded them kindly.

The breath of these galleons is very different from the breath of real galleons.

Ron was stunned, and tremblingly put the Galleon to his mouth, biting down hard, his teeth being stung.

He covered his mouth with sad eyes: "Harry, you lied to me, this is not chocolate, it is a real gold coin!"

Hermione had brought that kind of gold coin chocolate before. When Ron saw that thing for the first time, he really thought it was a real gold coin. He almost knelt down and called Hermione "Mom" and threw a dozen gold coins over.

She must be some kind of rich woman.

Even after learning later that these were chocolates and not gold coins, Ron was not disappointed.

Chocolate is delicious.

"That's the magical gold coin of the Irish leprechaun." Fudge started to explain, "Of course it can't be gold galleons. The Ministry of Magic does not allow it. Such a large sum of galleons is much greater than the ticket revenue."

"Besides, Ireland is a small and poor country and cannot afford so much money."

Ireland's Minister of Magic sneered and turned his head away.

"Mr. Weasley, you don't need to be so excited." Old Malfoy sneered, "Something that disappears in a few hours may not satisfy your dream of being rich."

Ron's face turned red.

George put the bag away and said in a cold tone: "We just love money, but Mr. Malfoy, you should take care of your dear son."

"I'm afraid he falls in love with Veela and can't help himself." Fred clutched his chest and said in an exaggerated tone, "Maybe the Malfoy family will welcome the first Veela lady?"

Draco was confused and couldn't hear the conversations of several people. He was still deeply trapped in the magical effects of Veela.

Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth and said, "Keep your mouth clean."

George opened his mouth and breathed out to Lucius: "Thank you for your concern, but I brushed my teeth this morning. It should be much cleaner than the basilisk's mouth?"

Lucius's face paled even more.

Fudge's expression also changed slightly, and he smoothed things over: "Okay, let's watch the game. Bagman has been introduced to the Irish team."

The ministers of magic from Bulgaria and Ireland looked curious. They wanted to know what kind of relationship the Malfoy family had with the Basilisk and the Weasley family.

But Fudge interrupted and the game started, so they couldn't ask further questions.

Let both Lucius and Fudge breathe a sigh of relief.

There is a big gap between professional teams and school teams, not only in the quality of individual players, but also in the tactics of the entire team.

The Gryffindor school team also has tactics, but the tactics are limited to the cooperation between chasers and batters. As for Harry, the seeker, Harry is allowed to use it, and other Gryffindor players

All they had to do was ensure that they would not fall behind by a hundred and fifty points before Harry caught the Golden Snitch.

At Hogwarts.

Whoever can catch the golden snitch is the winner.

But in the hands of these professional teams, the proportion of the Golden Snitch is no longer so large, and the batter's restraint on the seeker is even greater. Ireland is even better in this regard. Within ten minutes of the opening, the score was

was rewritten to 30:0.

Bulgaria has been more successful at limiting the Seeker.

The Irish team's seekers were almost helpless in the air dodging Bludgers, and had almost no time to look for the Golden Snitch.

Although Krum from Bulgaria is also subject to restrictions, his flying skills are very good and he can almost compare with Harry.

And very courageous.

He often performs the "Wronsky Feint" - a very dangerous flying technique in which he rushes straight to the ground at top speed from the air, and when he is about to fall, he brakes suddenly and pulls the broom back.

The Irish team's seekers are not so skilled, nor are they so courageous.

The first time, he was tricked by Krum and dived with him, but there was no Golden Snitch. Instead, he almost broke his neck. The game was suspended for five minutes. The doctor at St. Mungo's briefly treated his injury before continuing.

The Irish Seeker shrank.

He didn't dare to swoop at such a fast speed with Krum anymore. He was so timid that even the Quaffle was in a panic.

In stark contrast to the seeker, is the score.

Ireland was far ahead in the score. They saw the situation of their own Seeker and knew that it was almost impossible to catch the Golden Snitch in this state. They simply adjusted their tactics and half gave up.

Your own Seeker.

As the two teams became more and more active, the atmosphere in the stadium became more and more heated.

The Veelas and the leprechauns were fighting, and many spectators were attracted to look at them, but they quickly turned their attention back to the venue - it didn't look good, it didn't tear off their clothes, and the Veelas had all turned into birds.

Already.

"He really loves this fake move." After Krum dived down again, Ron sighed, "Harry, you can use it more."

"No, it's not a fake move. He finally found the Golden Snitch." Harry shook his head and stared at Krum's landing point. "I don't need this fake move. The seekers of the other three colleges have better flying skills than me."

Much worse.”

Ron only listened to the first half of the sentence, excitedly holding up the binoculars and staring at Krum.

The guy from Ireland who was looking for a team thought it was another scam at first, so he chased it, but not so closely.

But soon, he also discovered the Golden Snitch and accelerated his speed, almost reaching the same level as Krum.

Then

He fell to the ground so hard that his head was almost at the same level as his shoulders.

Krum raised his right hand high, holding a golden snitch that was fluttering and trying to escape. He was so excited that his face flushed, but when he turned around and looked at the huge scoreboard above the stadium, his expression changed instantly.

Got to be pale.

"160:170."

Bulgaria is in front, Ireland is behind.

Krum caught the Golden Snitch and was the winner of the Seeker, but he lost the game by only ten points.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic took off his hat, fell to the ground, and cursed.

The Irish Minister of Magic jumped up, waved his wand, and flew over with a broom. He rode quickly to the pitch to celebrate with his players, and oh, he also had to comfort the Seeker who broke his neck.

George, Fred and Sirius cheered together: "We won!"

Ludo's face turned pale.

He stared at the three people, his eyes full of disbelief.

How can it be!

Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but Ireland won the game. How could it be such a coincidence?

"Mr. Potter, can you predict the future?" Ludo swallowed hard. The huge sum of twelve hundred galleons made his heart feel heavy and his voice became hoarse.

Harry looked at him strangely: "Why do you think so? If I could, I would put at least a thousand Galleons on you."

Ludo took a breath.

Very well, luckily Mr. Potter can't predict the future.

"Mr. Bagman, twelve hundred galleons." George and Fred gestured towards him with smiles, "Don't forget it."

Ludo forced a smile: "Of course, I will give you the money soon. Twelve hundred galleons is quite a lot. How about waiting for you to leave the gym? I have to prepare it."

After a grand award ceremony.

The wizards left the stadium in droves.

"This game ended too quickly." Ron touched the telescope in his hand. It was twenty galleons and had only been used for one day.

"It's night now." Hermione looked up, the setting sun was setting and the clouds were burning hot.

George and Fred walked aside, discussing with Sirius how to spend this huge sum of twelve hundred galleons.

They made their way back to the camp.

After a simple dinner.

Ludo came to the door with a bag of Galleons: "Mr. Weasley, this is your bonus, which is a full twelve hundred Galleons. As the director of the Department of Magical Sports, I will not default on you. I need to count it."

?"

"Of course." George agreed.

Fred reached out and took the bag.

Ludo's expression froze.

Are these two children a little too ignorant? They have identified themselves, so they don’t show off their face?

Just took out a galleung.
To be continued...