Chapter 319
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His voice reverberated above the heads of the spectators and reverberated loudly in every corner of the stands.
"Ladies and gentlemen … Welcome to the White House! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup! "
The spectators burst into cheers and applause.
There were green waves in the stands. They were the supporters of the Irish team.
They wore hats woven from green clover.
Ron, Seamus and the other young wizards who supported the Irish team had also traded these straw hats from other wizards and wore them happily on their heads.
What was even larger than the green waves was the sea of red and white roses.
Many of the young witches had joined the team supporting the English team because they looked prettier with a rose in their hair.
This day was simply a carnival for Hogwarts.
The young wizards were dressed to the nines. Compared to the summer sun, their mood was even more fiery.
Penello was dressed very brightly. She wore a purple strapless short skirt and her long blonde curls were tied up with a red rose in the bun.
Hermione was wearing a white, knee-length dress. Her originally fluffy curls were softly draped behind her back. Hermione put a pink rose behind her ear.
Penello leaned against the railing and looked coldly at Hermione under the sun.
Hermione seemed to feel her gaze and looked up, just in time to meet Penelope's line of sight that hadn't had time to withdraw.
Penello smiled faintly and raised her eyebrows. "We all look pretty good!"
Hermione looked sideways into Penello's eyes, trying to read the emotions in her words.
Hermione was very puzzled. Why was Penello so much more confident than before when facing her these two days?
At this moment, Luna walked by gracefully. Wherever she went, there was a burst of laughter.
The other young witches only had one rose in their hair, but Luna's hair was full of roses of all sizes, just like rolling up the waves of roses.
Her dress was different from the other girls in the stadium. It was full of the rich sixteenth-century English royal style.
The wide skirt covered her tightly, and the large lace at the collar echoed with the roses in her hair.
Luna was particularly different among the young witches who wore summer short skirts.
Luna didn't care about the laughter of the people around her.
She took out a pair of large colored glasses and put them on her head. She slapped the air with both hands, as if she was chasing away invisible moths.
Hermione looked at Luna and was so surprised that she forgot to counter Penello. Penello's eyes were also attracted by Luna, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.
"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice sounded like a bell, "please raise your wands in the air … Let's welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"
"What's that?" Penello looked in the stadium..
"A Big Shining Ball!"
"Fireball."
The crowd burst into exclamations of "Aiya Aiya", guessing what kind of creature it was.
A huge, dazzling clover rose high into the air and began to hover above the spectator stands.
Something crackled down from above, like golden raindrops.
It was actually gold coins!
The crowd cheered and scrambled noisily, or went under the seats to pick up the gold coins.
Hermione narrowed her eyes and carefully observed the clover. She found that it was actually made up of countless little people wearing red vests and with small moustaches.
"It's the Irish Dwarf Demons!" Hermione said in the midst of the cheers.
The huge clover disappeared, and the Dwarf Demons slowly landed on the reserved seats in the stadium and sat down cross-legged.
"I don't know what could be more wonderful than gold coins!" Ron held a large handful of gold coins and beamed.
"Of course, nothing could be better than the mascot of Ireland!" Seamus stuffed the gold coins into his pocket contentedly.
"Alright, let's cut to the chase. Please allow me to introduce the mascot of the England national team!"
The sea of roses immediately burst into loud cheers.
"I wonder what they've brought," Seamus said, leaning out of his seat.
"Ah!" His eyes suddenly widened. "What's that?"
A group of creatures that he had never seen before flapped their wings neatly and flew into the stadium.
"If Hagrid can get his hands on them, the Conservation of Magical Biology class will be the most popular class in the school."
Seamus' eyes stared at the stadium without blinking.
Ron nodded repeatedly to show his agreement.
At that moment, the creatures in the stadium had the head of a woman and the body of a bird.
They stretched their wings in the air and changed their formation.
"Are they forming words?" Seamus asked suspiciously.
"What are they writing?" Ron stared at their performance without blinking, trying hard to distinguish the words they were spelling.
"England will win!" Seamus sneered and touched the clover on his head.
In all fairness, their performance was really good.
Sometimes they swooped down, sometimes they rose.
One high and one low, one moving and one still, one left and one right.
Or together, looking at each other, circling.
The wide, long ribbons on their wings suddenly looked like rainbows, then like clouds, changing unpredictably, fully demonstrating their superb flying and dancing skills.
"Is that all?" Seamus shrugged disdainfully.
"Just looking at their faces and upper bodies is enough, isn't it?" Ron reached into his pocket and stirred up the gold coins.
Seamus nodded. He had to admit that they were beautiful, and the combination of their facial features was better looking than most of the girls in Hogwarts.
Just then, the music started. Seamus no longer considered whether the girls in Hogwarts were beautiful or these creatures were better — in fact, he could not think about anything.
There was only the ethereal and pleasant singing in his heart. The sound was extremely sweet, and he just wanted to get closer to them, closer, and closer …
Ron next to him was even more unbearable. He tore off his shirt and made a swimming posture with his arms swinging quickly.
Penello crossed his arms and watched these people make all kinds of strange movements, thinking that it was much more interesting than the performance of those creatures.
Hermione, who also heard the music, had a flash in her eyes. She clapped her hands and shouted, "It's the Sirens."
Penello looked at Hermione doubtfully. After Luna, had she also gone crazy?
Hermione apparently saw Penello's doubts and explained, "The Sirens are sirens with a human face and a bird's body. They fly on the sea and have a voice like the sound of nature. They often use their songs to seduce passing navigators. The passing sailors lose their minds when they listen to them, causing their ships to hit the rocks and sink."
"Not everyone will be bewitched." Penelope looked around and sighed.
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