Krum's face was even gloomier when he returned to the field. He refused to let the doctor clean his wounds and wipe away the bloodstains.
His teammates also gathered around him. They shook their heads and looked dejected.
Not far away, the England players were dancing with joy. Their mascot was flying freely in the sky, singing and dancing at the same time. It was a beautiful sight.
Flags were waving everywhere in the stadium and the English national anthem was heard from all directions.
"Now, the England players have circled the stadium with their mascot. The Quidditch World Cup trophy has been sent to the top box!" Bagman said in a loud voice.
On the top floor, under a huge iron-gray statue of an eagle spreading its wings, Penello stood there and watched the entire game.
Because of the World Cup, Penello and the Aura reserve players were also mobilized. Albert specially arranged for Penello to stay here and watch the entire game.
Huan Yu's cloak rustled in the wind behind her. She looked at the high-spirited Allen and smiled happily.
Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed and the top box was magically illuminated. All the spectators in the stands could see the situation in the box.
At the entrance, two wizards who were out of breath carried a large golden cup into the room and handed it to Connelly Knoll. Fogg.
Fogg was grinning from ear to ear. He could finally laugh out loud without holding back the joy in his heart.
"Let's give a round of applause and welcome the brave and persistent Bulgarian players to the stage!" Bagman shouted.
The seven defeated Bulgarian players went upstairs and entered the box. The spectators below applauded to show their appreciation.
The Bulgarian players walked into the box one by one between the two rows of seats and took turns to shake hands with their own minister and Fogg. Bagman shouted everyone's name loudly.
Krum was last in line and looked very pathetic. The two dark circles under his eyes were particularly eye-catching on his bloodstained face.
Once he landed on the ground, his movements looked uncoordinated. His legs were a little splayed out, and his shoulders were obviously bent forward.
Even so, when Bagman announced Krum's name, the entire stadium gave him a polite round of applause.
However, Krum's expression became even more gloomy. The strong did not need sympathy.
Next up on the stage was the England team. Everyone was beaming with joy. When Allen's name was shouted out by Bagman, the entire stadium gave him an incomparably enthusiastic and deafening cheer.
When Allen and Geraldine received the Quidditch World Cup from Fudge, the entire stadium turned into a sea of joy.
The England players got on their brooms again. Allen took Geraldine and rode around the field again with the Quidditch World Cup trophy in his hand.
"I really envy Allen." Harry sighed as he watched Allen leave.
"You're also a very good ball seeker in the Hogwarts. In fact, I heard that you're the youngest ball seeker in a century."
Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and encouraged him.
"Allen, Krum, they're both young, but they're much better than me."
Harry's eyes were a little confused. He was very famous in the magic world, but in the Hogwarts, his results were very average and he was always causing trouble. He felt that the halo of "savior" was particularly heavy. He was just an ordinary little wizard.
"Harry, everyone is unique. Everyone has their own growth process. There's no need to envy others. However, there's one thing you need to pay attention to. "Sirius wanted to say something but stopped.
"What is it, Sirius?" Harry's curiosity was suddenly piqued.
"You should try to make some new friends. For example, Diggory over there is not bad. I heard that although he's a Hufflepuff, he also has the spirit of Gryffindor. Last semester, he bravely protected a girl from Ravenclaw. "
Sirius pointed to Cedric Ambrose in the box. Diggory.
Harry looked in the direction that Sirius pointed and saw Cedric sitting between his parents with a helpless face.
"Even if I can't shit anymore, I want to be myself. I'd rather die with a fried fish in my intestines than live on a vegetable salad, "Amos said in a low voice. Ambrose Diggory said stubbornly, turning his head and not looking at Mrs. Diggory.
"I just want to relieve your constipation …" Mrs. Diggory shook her head helplessly.
Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud. Cedric, of course, he knew. In the whole Hogwarts, perhaps only Allen was more popular than Cedric.
Harry thought about Sirius' words and felt that there was a hidden meaning. He couldn't help but think of Ron, who had been badmouthing Allen all night.
But out of friendship and gratitude for Allen's help during the summer vacation, Harry felt that he should persuade Ron to stop targeting Allen.
Most importantly, Allen was so popular at school, and he himself was so outstanding. If Ron continued to badmouth him, it wouldn't do him any good.
Harry thought, walked in front of Ron, and pulled Ron out of the box with the excuse of buying some food.
"Krum lost so badly, Allen didn't give him any face …" Ron was still complaining.
"Ron," Harry suddenly stopped and looked around, "stop badmouthing Allen, he helped us a lot. Think about it, he helped you make your wand. "
Ron subconsciously stroked his sleeve. It was empty. There was nothing inside.
Cold sweat suddenly soaked his forehead, he immediately turned around and ran back to the box, Harry followed him with a puzzled look.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Harry asked breathlessly as he ran.
"My wand, my wand must have fallen to the ground because of the collision." Ron's face was full of panic, he didn't dare to tell this to his family.
He could imagine Mrs. Weasley's reaction if he lost his wand.
"It's your fault that the family can only eat potatoes for two weeks. Now you've lost your wand, next semester, you can only go to school empty-handed! "
Ron's face suddenly turned pale. Without his wand, in Hogwarts, he was afraid that he would be ridiculed to the point that he had nothing to live for.
The dejected Ron, with a gloomy face, did not fit in with the English fans who were celebrating around him.
Soon, they were surrounded by the tide of people who left the stadium and returned to the camp.
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