bioinnovel Chapter 255 One-Sided Crushing
Chapter 255 One-Sided Crushing
Chapter 255 One-Sided Crushing
The Quidditch World Cup Grand Final has officially begun.
However, the match was far less exciting than expected.
Belvina hopes to see a close final, a back-and-forth battle, not a one-sided domination.
Yes, that's right. The 1994 Quidditch World Championship was a one-sided massacre. Bulgaria was on the back foot the entire time, facing Ireland's sharp offense.
Ireland's Troy scored the first goal, 10-0.
Ireland broke through Bulgaria's defense to score 20-0, changing the scoreline.
30-0, Ireland's Moran broke through the enemy lines and went deep into their territory to score another goal.
30-10, Bulgaria's Ivanova broke through a difficult obstacle and scored against Ryan, salvaging some pride for Bulgaria.
At this moment, Bulgaria's Seeker, Viktor Krum, used the Lonski feint to successfully deceive Ireland's Seeker, Lynch, causing Lynch to fall heavily to the ground.
Quidditch international superstar Viktor Krum delivered his usual performance, resembling an eagle soaring through the sky rather than a wizard riding a flying broomstick.
In contrast, the rest of the Bulgarian team was completely overwhelmed by Ireland, conceding ten goals in the next fifteen minutes.
Ireland leads 130-10, and Bulgaria has no chance of winning unless Krum catches the Golden Snitch right now to end the game.
The Bulgarian fans were visibly disappointed, staring at the scoreboard in disbelief, unable to accept such a humiliating result.
The team members' performance was not even as good as the mascot Veena; at least Veena was memorable!
The Bulgarian players on the field seemed to sense the disappointment and anger of their supporters, and the game began to turn dirty from that moment on.
The ruthless Bulgarian team began to employ fouling tactics, frequently using rough and violent fouls to disrupt Ireland's offense and prevent them from widening the gap.
The current point difference is 120 points. Catching the Golden Snitch would give them 150 points. As long as they can maintain the point difference and Krum catches the Golden Snitch, they still have a chance to win the finals.
However, the gap between Bulgaria and Ireland cannot be bridged by rough fouls, and the score difference continues to widen.
140 to 10.....
The Bulgarian supporters fell silent, while the Irish supporters rejoiced.
150 to 10.....
Bulgarian supporters became even more dejected, while Irish supporters were overjoyed and even prepared to lift the trophy.
160 to 10....
Some of the Bulgarian team's supporters left early, and some even shed tears.
170 to 10.....
Bulgarian supporters wept uncontrollably, some burying their heads in their arms, unable to bear looking at the scoreboard again.
Such a lopsided score makes it hard to believe this is a World Cup final match, and it's not even the final score.
At this moment, even the most fervent supporters of the Bulgarian team knew that they had lost, and had suffered a humiliating defeat in the finals by an extremely large margin.
Aside from praying for a miracle, the only person they could trust was the team's finder, Viktor Krum.
Catching the Golden Snitch and ending the match isn't about turning the tide; it's simply about making the score less embarrassing.
Preserve your last shred of dignity.
Despite his mature appearance, Viktor Krum is only around 18 years old. A once-in-a-century Quidditch genius, he has repeatedly single-handedly saved the day in this World Cup.
However, on the last day of the World Cup, on the night of the final, Krum was unable to save the day once again. He was able to defeat fellow Seeker Lindsay, but he could not defeat Lindsay's teammate as well.
The referee, Hassan Mustafa, blew the final whistle, ending the Quidditch World Cup final.
Ireland defeated Bulgaria 170-160, emerging victorious.
Viktor Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but failed to lead the Bulgarian team to the World Cup title.
For proud people, the runner-up is the biggest loser. The match ended, and the wrestling leprechaun and Veela were forcibly separated by the staff.
The Irish leprechauns soared into the sky, showering the world with gold coins once more; the Bulgarian Veelas hung their heads in dejection, their former arrogance gone.
Belvina did not stay to watch the awards ceremony from the VIP box on the top floor of the stadium and left the box first.
Muggles have football hooligans, wizards have Quidditch hooligans.
The World Cup has come to a close, but that doesn't mean these fanatical and extreme fans won't cause trouble. We must be vigilant about their movements.
At the same time, Bulgaria's mascot, the Veeva, and its supporters also need to be treated with caution. Who knows if those people might do something foolish in order to show "masculinity"?
Just now, during the final match, a supporter of the Welsh national team kicked the referee, Hassan Mustafa, because the Welsh national team felt that the referee's decision was unfair.
Before long, the spectators poured out of the stadium like a tide, returning to their campsite along the lantern-lit path.
Under the bright moon and sparse stars, the air was filled with loud, boisterous singing, and goblins flitted about overhead. The march of Irish supporters was about to begin.
Belvina stood by the roadside with her hands behind her back, watching the parade and listening to the songs they were shouting at the top of their lungs.
Standing beside her were Percy and Felix Ferguson, along with a whole team of law enforcement officers.
The reason for staying up late at night was not to participate in the parade, but to prevent the parade from causing trouble and to prevent any possible accidents from happening at the campsite.
You've already done ninety-nine prostrations, so please don't make a mistake on this last one.
"Has anyone seen Mr. Crouch and Bagman?" Belvina asked listlessly.
After the match, Belvina didn't see Ludo Bagman again, and Barty Crouch didn't see him for the entire day.
“Miss Black,” Felix said, “Mr. Crouch was entertaining guests, and as for Ludo—” he stepped forward and whispered, “after the match, I saw him cornered in the woods by a bunch of goblins.”
"It looks like our Ludo, like the Bulgarian team, couldn't turn things around. Hopefully, the fairy is just having a chat with him, not coming to collect debts," Belvina said, adding that the fairy is never easy to deal with.
Percy thought for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "So, Ludo really borrowed money from the fairy?"
"I'm not sure, but several people have said so," Felix said. "It's said that Ludo went to borrow money from the fairies so he could have some capital to make a comeback."
Upon hearing this, Percy frowned and said worriedly, "If Ludo has the money to pay off his debt to the goblins, that's fine. But if he can't—won't that affect the Ministry of Magic's relationship with the goblins?"
No matter how incompetent Rudo Bagman may be, he is still the Director of the Department of Physical Education and Sports, a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic.
If Ludo truly cannot repay the goblins' debt, it's not a big deal if he suffers the consequences himself, but rather that the goblins might take their anger out on the Ministry of Magic.
It's important to know that fairies are magical creatures capable of instigating rebellions. They have fought wars with wizards several times throughout history, and even today, there are still secret fairy societies operating against the Ministry of Magic.
"What's there to be afraid of? Whoever caused the trouble should deal with it," Belvina said. "If Bagman can't handle it, then we'll just hand him over to our long-fingered friends to deal with as they see fit."
It sounds like Belvina has no intention of cleaning up Ludo Bagman's mess.
"Let me make this clear from the start," Belvina continued, "If you two become as addicted to gambling as Bagman, don't blame me for turning my back on you."
Percy rummaged through his pockets, which were even emptier than his face, and said matter-of-factly, "I have no money."
Having just graduated from Hogwarts and worked for no more than two months, it would be a miracle if Percy Weasley had any money at all.
"I don't have any money either," Felix said. "My salary is just enough to get by."
Belvina looked at Felix suspiciously. Where did this kid spend all his money?
Percy had just started working and his family wasn't well-off, so it was normal for him to be broke. Felix, on the other hand, was the captain of the law enforcement team; how could he be broke?
“I’ve spent all my money on building connections,” Felix explained. “Whether it’s law enforcement or hitmen, there’s no one I don’t know.”
Belvina looked up at the sky speechlessly and said quietly, "You two are probably the poorest people I know."
"And what about my dad?"
"Arthur raised seven children. How many children do you have, Mr. Weasley?"
Belvina sighed and rummaged through her pockets, pulling out a bag of gold coins which she tossed to Felix. She then said, "You two can split it."
Percy, go buy a couple of outfits. Felix, forget it, you decide for yourself.
A high-ranking official, instead of accepting bribes or demanding favors, actually uses his own money to subsidize his subordinates—is there no order or law left?!
Felix, upon receiving the money bag, made no attempt to be polite and quickly divided the Galleons inside into two portions, one for himself and one for Percy.
Felix was completely unceremonious, but Percy blushed and refused to accept it.
"Consider it a loan from me," Belvina said, "but my interest rate is very high, so be prepared."
"Just take it. Buy yourself a couple of decent clothes. Don't embarrass Miss Black," Felix advised. "What a waste of my whole bag of goblin coins. If only they were real."
I don't know how much time passed, maybe an hour, maybe two hours, but the noisy campsite finally gradually quieted down.
As the people celebrating the parade gradually dispersed, the noisy and unpleasant singing stopped.
If all goes well, the World Cup campsite will be cleared out tomorrow morning, and this year's Quidditch World will come to a perfect end.
However, barring unforeseen circumstances, that is impossible.
Although the noisy singing had stopped, a group of people were still slowly moving around the camp.
They were all dressed in black cloaks with hoods over their heads, and their faces, hidden in the shadows, were covered with masks.
Belvina, who was about to go back to her tent to sleep, stopped in her tracks. She saw the firelight in the distance and heard people screaming.
"Felix, take half the men and come with me to check this out," Belvina ordered immediately. "Percy, you stay here with the rest of the men and contact your colleagues nearby."
As soon as she finished speaking, Belvina vanished into thin air.