The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Oh, why are you like this!"

Ginny blushed and complained softly. She pulled Harry back to his seat by the hem of his clothes.

A blush of shame rose on Harry's face, he muttered a few words in a muffled voice that only he could hear, and then sat down in his seat with a serious attitude.

Fudge had a cheerful smile on his face. As the Minister of Magic, he had known that Bulgaria's mascot was Veela for a long time. He had made preparations in advance so he did not make a fool of himself. However, he was still very happy. These Veela were better than Rosmer. Ms. Ta is even more delicate.

Fudge pursed his lips and suppressed his smile, and explained to the surrounding Ministry of Magic staff seriously: "Due to the impact of the werewolf issue at the International Federation of Wizards, Bulgaria has also relaxed a lot about Veela, so this performance was held."

"Yes, yes..." the wizard from the Ministry of Magic responded quickly.

The stadium was filled with angry roars. People didn't want the Veela to leave and tried their best to persuade her to stay.

In the center of everyone's attention, the Veelas on the field have finished their dance and are lined up neatly on one side of the field, waiting to exit one by one.

"Now! Please raise your wand in the air..."

Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "Welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

With a whoosh, a golden-green comet flew into the stadium, flew around the stadium, and then split into two comets of different colors. The two comets rushed towards the scoring ring respectively, dragging a gorgeous ball in the air. At the end of the rainbow flames, a giant clover rises from the rainbow arch bridge, shining with dazzling light.

The clover shook its leaves, and golden raindrops fell cracklingly...

While the Irish leprechaun attracted everyone's attention with gold coins, the Veela exited the stage in an orderly manner and returned to the backstage. Players from Ireland and Bulgaria were already on the court preparing to take the stage, so there was no one in the backstage.

"Have you seen what those men look like? Let me tell you, many of them are completely stupid, hahaha..." A Veela girl chuckled with a pleasant voice.

The other Veela girls gathered together with smiles and started chattering:

"I saw it, I saw it!"

“There were even little wizards who wanted to jump out of the audience!”

"I saw it too! Hehe..."

The lead dancer Veela named Antiricilla looked at them quietly with a peaceful smile on her face, and waited until they had laughed enough before she said aloud: "Pack your things, let's go back to our seats to watch the game. "

"Oh, I can't wait to see Krum flying around the field!"

"Me too, me too!"

A trace of helplessness flashed across Antiricla's face. No wonder many wizards in Bulgaria were unwilling to marry Veela. These children were indeed as noisy and chirping as birds.

However, there are examples of werewolves in the front, and aliens like them can also try to strive for equal status. Maybe in the next Quidditch World Cup, they will not have to perform such unflattering dances as today...

"Excuse me, you may not be able to go to the game."

As a sharp voice came, a tall witch shrouded in a black cloak slowly walked out of the backstage entrance and walked up to all the Veela.

The many Veela felt a palpitation in their hearts, and they subconsciously leaned together, surrounding Ms. Antiricilla, and looked at the mysterious witch warily.

Antiricilla wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows, and her silver eyes stared directly at the half of the face exposed under the cloak: "Madam, our schedule is arranged. If you want to invite us to perform, you can-"

"hehe……"

A sarcastic chuckle came from under the cloak, but this chuckle was completely different from the female voice that spoke before. It was hoarse, cold, and creepy: "Look at you, you clearly have the magic power to play with wizards at your fingertips, even if you turn into a bird." The demon can defeat the wizard head-on, but it looks like this...it's really sad!"

The Veela surrounding the leader danced with anger in their eyes, and their beautiful lips roared like beasts. Faint scales appeared on their shoulders, as if they were about to stretch out a pair of wings at any time.

"I'm sorry, sir, or madam." Antiricilla looked at the mysterious man in the cloak warily, "We have no intention of participating in any struggle, please leave immediately -"

"[Soul leaving body]"

The Veela's silver-green eyes gradually lost their brilliance, her mind went blank, and dreamlike happiness uncontrollably rose from the bottom of her heart...

A few minutes later, the Veela girls stood neatly in front of the mysterious man in the cloak, with pious and focused expressions.

Bellatrix looked at this group of low-level creatures with disdain. The leader was controlled by an Imperius Curse. The other Veela did not escape immediately, but instead tried to transform into harpies and attack her. It was really Hopelessly stupid.

Low creatures are low creatures, whether they're werewolves, veela, or trolls, it's all the same.

Bellatrix lowered her head: "Master, what should we do next?"

"Don't be anxious..." Voldemort's voice revealed a hint of joy, "Veela has the power to cause impulses. After the Quidditch game, there are always people who are filled with unwillingness and resentment. With just a gentle push from us... chaos will reign. One hundred thousand wizards..."

"Then the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic will reinforce here, and those stupid werewolves can break into Azkaban..." Bellatrix's voice trembled slightly, unable to contain the excitement in her heart, "Even...we have Chance kidnaps Harry Potter!"

The cold voice suddenly rose: "Don't do unnecessary things!"

"Yes, Master."

…

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please warmly welcome - the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team! I introduce to you - Dimitrov! Ivanova! Zograf! Levsky! Volcano Husband! Volkov! Next up - Krum!"

Ludo Bagman's voice resounded throughout the stadium. His passionate voice was gradually igniting the enthusiasm of the fans, and the golden light shrouding the stadium was getting brighter and brighter.

"Now, please welcome - the Irish Quidditch national team!" Bagman shouted loudly, "the one who is coming out is - Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And - also —And—Lin Qi!”

Ron didn't like the Irish team, curled his lips and began to focus on adjusting his panoramic telescope, observing the crowd on the other side of the stadium.

"That's awesome!" He fiddled with the replay knob on the side of the telescope, "I can ask the old guy over there to pick his nose again...and again...and again..."

Harry silently moved his position further away from this man.

Ginny noticed Harry approaching and smiled secretly. For the first time, she felt that Ron was a qualified older brother.

"Look..." Ginny pointed to the infield seats, "Those Veela are back again, but this time they are finally dressed."

Harry resisted the idea of ​​using the panoramic telescope to take a closer look. He only glanced at it from a distance, took a general look, and sighed in surprise: "They are sitting so neatly, not moving."

"Really?" Loren stuck his head out excitedly, "How neat it is, let me see!"

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly and pulled him back to his seat by his clothes: "Stop looking, the game has started."

"..."