As the afternoon passed, a sense of excitement spread through the camp like a palpable cloud.
At dusk, even the quiet summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.
At this time, a low and deep gong sounded from somewhere in the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the stadium.
"Time's up!" Mr Harris said, looking as excited as everyone else. "Hurry up, let's go!"
Mr Harris and Lucius? Malfoy led the way in front. After lunch, they had been communicating and seemed to be very satisfied with each other.
Malfoy held the England team's rose logo in one hand and Allen's magic statue in the other. He followed behind Allen with a smile on his face.
They walked quickly into the woods along the path lit by the lanterns.
They could hear thousands of people moving about. They could hear shouts and laughter and snatches of singing.
This kind of fanatical excitement was very contagious. Allen's mood was also stirred up and he laughed heartily.
They passed the ticket check smoothly and entered the magnificent stadium.
The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a magenta carpet.
They walked up the stairs with the crowd and slowly the crowd went into the stands on the left and right.
The group led by Mr Harris went all the way up and finally reached the top of the stairs.
They found themselves in a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium and facing the golden goal.
There were more than ten purple and gold-plated seats, divided into two rows. This was the exclusive box that Mr Harris had specially booked at a high price.
Mr Harris did not stay there. He just asked everyone to put down the things in their hands and continued to move forward with his three sons to another box on the top floor.
Lucius also walked with Draco.
"Mr Harris, nice to meet you. Allen, nice to meet you. "Sirius politely shook hands with Mr Harris.
"Allen, your idea was very good. Harry and I had a very good holiday." Sirius's face swept away the usual gloom and said happily to Allen.
"Vernon's face must be very good." Allen also laughed.
When they entered the box, Percy hurriedly stood up and bowed to Mr Harris, looking as if he had just sat on the back of a porcupine covered in thorns.
Ron saw Allen and Malfoy entering with Harry. He pursed his lips and pulled Harry over.
Draco gave Harry and Ron a contemptuous look and stood behind Allen without saying a word.
At this time, Mr Harris suddenly smiled and said, "Bagman, why are you taking money from children?"
Bargman turned around in surprise. He immediately put away the gold coins in his hand and walked over to shake hands with Mr. Harris.
"Ludo, is everything ready?" Mr Harris asked.
"Of course, my enthusiasm is ready." Bagman smiled and waved his hand, as if to say that this was nothing.
"Are you guys betting on football?" Allen asked after politely greeting Bagman.
Bagman glanced at Mr Harris and saw that he was still smiling. He seemed relieved.
"To add a little excitement to the game," Bagman said lightly.
"Do you want to bet on the game, Lucius?" Mr Harris asked with interest.
"Of course." Lucius laughed. To him, it was equivalent to buying some fish, chips and beer when watching a football game.
"Let me think … I'll bet a thousand Garen that England will win and that Allen will catch the Golden Snitch," Mr Harris said.
Allen knew that Bagman could not come up with the money at all. He wanted to stop Mr Harris, but on second thought, he understood Mr Harris' intention.
Mr Harris most likely knew about Bagman's financial situation. He probably did this to better control him.
At the same time, for Mr Harris, this was also a way to cheer for his son.
"A thousand Garen?" Ludo Bagman looked a little helpless, but he quickly regained his composure. "The odds I'll give you won't be too high. Because I also believe that Allen will catch the Golden Snitch. "
He winked at Allen.
Lucius glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "I'll bet the same amount that England will win and that Allen will catch the Golden Snitch."
Bagman looked like he was about to cry, "Such a big bet, then I'll still have to lower the odds. Are you sure you want to bet?"
Lucius glanced at him lightly, which made Bagman instantly understand that things had reached the point of no return.
Ludo? Bagman slowly took out a notebook and a quill, and reluctantly wrote the names of Mr Harris and Mr Lucius on it.
At this moment, the sound of glass breaking suddenly rang out behind them.
It turned out to be the Minister of Ministry of Magic, Connelly. When Foggy arrived, Percy bowed too low, and his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.
He was so embarrassed that he fixed the glasses with his wand, and then sat in his seat in a daze.
Mr Harris immediately stepped forward, and Foggy greeted Mr Harris like an old friend, and then greeted Allen warmly.
Foggy held Allen's hand kindly like a father, asked about his well-being, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.
"Allen? Harris, you know, "he said loudly to the Bulgarian Minister of Ministry of Magic, who was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold trim and didn't seem to understand a word of English," The youngest seeker in the history of the Quidditch World Cup, you must know who he is, right? "
The Bulgarian wizard looked at Allen carefully, and immediately became excited, and a string of words came out of his mouth.
"Thank you for the compliment. My Animagus is indeed a Phoenix," Allen suddenly muttered.
"That's amazing. You can even speak our Bulgarian language. You and Krum are both young talents! "The Bulgarian wizard looked at Allen with appreciation.
Allen was polite and had a sense of propriety, which won the favor of almost everyone present.
"That's great, Allen. You can speak Bulgarian. Communicating with him was too much of a hassle. God knows how I spent the day. Crouch knows Bulgarian, but — "Foggy frowned, and instantly smiled kindly.
"It's a pity you have to participate in the game. This is Mr. Obalansk, Mr. Obalansk. He's the Minister of Ministry of Magic in Bulgaria. It doesn't matter, he doesn't understand what I'm saying anyway, "Foggy introduced him to Allen.
Allen saluted the other party again, and the Bulgarian Minister had a good impression of Allen. He talked to Allen about the customs of the two countries, and the Quidditch game.
Ludo? Bagman seemed to connect with something, and he regained his spirit.
"Is everyone ready?" He said, his round face shining like a huge ball of cheese. "Minister — can we start?"
"Let's start if you say so, Ludo," Foggy said kindly.
Seeing this, Allen hurriedly took his leave. He needed to meet up with the team.
The atmosphere in the stadium was extremely lively outside, and Allen teleported to the locker room, changed into the team uniform, and was with his teammates, ready to welcome the much-anticipated final battle of the season.
They had already changed into their team uniforms and sat together in the locker room. The head coach, Geraldine, was going to give them a motivational speech.
His hawk-like eyes sharply scanned the players sitting below.
"I really don't know what to say. In three minutes, it will be the biggest battle of our careers."
Everyone, whether they were staring at the coach with bright eyes or holding their heads in their hands, listened carefully.
"Today is the day. We can go to glory as a team, or we will collapse, point by point, blow by blow, until we are finished." Geraldine's tone was extremely solemn.
The entire locker room was in a low pressure.
"Now I can't fight for you. In fact, it's obvious that I'm too old!" Geraldine lamented.
Everyone looked at him in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that such weak words could come from the mouth of a coach who was known for his ruthless methods.
"I looked around, and I saw these young faces, and I thought …"
He paused and continued, "I mean, did I make a mistake that a middle-aged man might make? I, uh … "
His words attracted the attention of all the players. Even Banks, who had his head buried, looked up and stared at him.
"I squandered all my money, believe it or not." He patted the information in his hand. "I also drove away the people who used to love me."
His tone became heavier. "Recently, I can't even face my face in the mirror."
"You know, when your life is getting old, a lot of things will leave you. That's part of life. However, only when you start to lose will you realize that life is actually a point-scoring game, just like Quidditch. "
The players began to think along with his thoughts.
"Because whether it's a game of life or Quidditch, there's very little room for you to make mistakes." He turned sideways and began to retreat. "What I mean is, if you're half a step early or half a step late, you won't get the ball. If you're half a second early or half a second late, you won't get the ball."
"Every minute that we need is by our side. Every minute, every second."
The players clamored, and some even clapped.
Geraldine raised his hand and stopped them. He continued, "Our whole team is fighting for this point. The whole team is ready to die for this point. We're rubbing our hands together for this point." He raised his right hand as if he wanted to seize victory.
The players' eyes followed Geraldine closely. They praised and cheered loudly.
Geraldine's tone became firmer. "Because we know that every point added up is the watershed between victory and defeat, the watershed between life and death."
Some of the players' eyes were red as they looked at Geraldine excitedly.
"In any game, it's always those who are not afraid of death who win that point. I also know that I can still live a meaningful life because I'm still willing to fight for that point until the last moment. "
Geraldine's tone became impassioned.
"I can't let you do it now. You have to look at your comrades around you and look into their eyes."
The players looked at each other.
"I think you'll see comrades who are willing to fight with you for every point."
Cohen, who was indifferent at the beginning, could not help but step forward to listen more carefully.
"You'll see a comrade who is willing to sacrifice himself for you and the team. Because he knows that when necessary, you'll do the same for him. "
"This is team spirit, gentlemen. And, whether we fight together or let ourselves be trampled on, this is Quidditch. "
Geraldine spread his hands. The room was silent.
"This is all."
He looked at all the players eagerly. "Now, tell me, what should you do?"
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