Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The game continued and the Irish National team quickly scored two more balls, just ten minutes from the start of the game.

On the stands, supporters in green dress cheer and celebrate like mountains and seas.

Hermione and Ginny jumped up and down excitedly, waving their arms constantly.

The competition became more intense and more brutal.

The Bulgarian team changed tactics, with hitters Wolkov and Vokanov shooting stray balls at Irish chasers and trying to stop them from using some of their best offenses.

They spearheaded harder, the surprise tactics worked, and soon scored their first goal for the Bulgarian team.

“Cover your ears with your fingers!” Mr. Weasley saw Meiva begin to dance and celebrate, shouting loudly.

Below the site, Mei Wan started dancing, which was a fast dance.

These dances appear to be magical, with shouts stagnating on the field, followed by stronger shouts.

Harry closed his eyes too before Mei Wan danced.

This time around, only Ron was seduced, and Mr. Weasley hastily stopped him.

Otherwise, Ron will most likely jump off the stands.

“Look, Krum seems to have found the golden thief!” Harry suddenly shouted loudly.

Everybody's staring at the two players, Krum and Lindsey!

They landed fast in the middle of the chaser, very fast, as if they had jumped off the plane without a parachute.

The two men went straight down and seemed determined either to catch the thief or to hit the ground directly.

“Oh, my God, they're gonna fall on the floor!” Hermione shouted.

She was only half right, and at the last second, Viktor Krum stopped diving, reappeared, and flew away in a circle.

Lin Qi fell heavily on the floor, bang, the whole stadium could hear.

“Oh, no!” The Irish audience's seats were filled with lamentation.

“Idiot!” Mr. Weasley complained, "Krum is making a fake move! ”

“Game paused!” Mr. Bagman roared.

Trained on-site doctors rush to the field to examine Aiden Lynch's injuries.

“Don't worry, he's fine, just too hard!” Charlie consoled Ginny.

Ginny moved to the side of the box with a frightened look on her face and didn't dare to go to the arena.

Hermione doesn't look too good either, she curls herself tight like a kitten in her seat.

Evan patted her shoulder gently and whispered a few words of comfort.

“Of course, that's exactly what Krum wants to do...” Sirius Analytics says, "Lansky fake moves, pulling dangerous players, are very difficult moves, and rarely as good as player finders can do. ”

Harry and Ron are replaying what they just saw with a panoramic telescope from time to time.

After treatment, Lindsey finally stood up and returned to the field.

Perhaps inspired by Krum, the more brave the Irish team is now.

The chasers quickly organized their offense and soon led the Bulgarian team by more than 120 percent.

The dwarf demons, like a bunch of shiny bumblebees, spin up into the air and quickly form “Ha! Ha!” The words provoke.

Across the field, Mei Wan did not want to be weak, danced straight up, dumped their hair angrily and began to dance again.

Harry, Ron, and the boys, they didn't want to miss the game in obsession with fingers blocking their ears.

Only Ivan didn't do that, Meeva's dance didn't work on him, and they weren't to the audience on the stage this time.

On the field, referee Hassan Musta suddenly landed in front of a dancing mayhem and behaved strangely.

He flexed his limbs, showed his muscles, and excitedly wore his beard.

“Oh, that's not gonna work. Somebody slap the referee!” Rudo Bagman said.

But listening to his tone, he also found it very interesting.

An on-site doctor plugged his fingers in his ears, rushed into the field and kicked Mustafa's calf.

Mustafa seemed to have returned to God, and he looked particularly embarrassed, shouting at Mei Wan.

Mei Wan stopped dancing and looked uncomfortable.

Driven by excessive rhetoric and growing disparities between the two sides, the competition became more intense and uncivilized.

There is a gradual increase in physical conflicts between players on both sides, and no circumstances or rules are mentioned at all.

Finally, Ivan finds that the game is heading toward a confusing trend dominated by confrontation between mascots from both sides.

They are magical creatures possessing a strong magical power, whether they are Mei Wan or Dwarf Demons.

In a fierce confrontation, their magic began to spread around, affecting the audience on the stand.

All the dwarf demons ascended into the air, forming a giant hand and making a very rude gesture towards Mei Wan across the field.

At first glance, Mei Wan suddenly lost control.

Instead of dancing, they flew across the field and started throwing a handful of flaming things at the dwarf demon.

The entire venue turned into a sea of flames, and the lawn below was burning.

Now, the Mays don't look beautiful at all.

Instead, their faces were lengthened and turned into sharp, beaked birds.

A pair of long, scaly wings are coming out of their shoulders...

This is another look for Mei Wan, and this is their true form.

“Understand, children!” Mr. Weasley's voice overshadowed the crowd below, "Remember, you can never just go after the outside! ”

Wizard officials from the ministry poured into the arena, trying to separate Mei Wan from the dwarf demon and put out the fire, but with little success.

The dwarf demons emit golden rays of light that, when struck, enter a brief period of dizziness or even coma.

At this moment, the competition taking place above is as chaotic as this battle below.

The batters on both sides were relentless and fought desperately and indiscriminately, regardless of whether the bat in their hand hit the ball or the person.

Other fighters with great stature run across the sky on broomsticks.

They try to hit all the other players with physical advantage.

In this regard, the Irish team clearly dominated and scored several more goals quickly.

The scene was filled with Mei Wan screams, bursts of magic wands from ministry officials, and Bulgarians' angry roars, barely hearing the cheers of Irish supporters.

This is the most chaotic game Ivan has ever seen, completely devoid of technology and viewability.

For a moment, the players on both sides were like the scumbags of Slytherin Quiddich.

In order to win, they have no choice but to speak of tactics and rules.

The referee Musta shouted angrily and tried to stop both sides, but he was haunted by a Mei Wan.

She threw a fire at him, lit his broomstick tail, and he had no energy to continue to maintain order.

In this case, Krum's nose seemed to have been suddenly smashed and his blood flowed everywhere.

In the audience, Irish fans and Bulgarian fans are also starting to fight hard and hit each other hard.