Section 1

In the next half hour, the top private room was gradually filled with people. Wizards in different clothes walked into the private room in groups of three or three, excitedly discussing the upcoming competition or saying hello to people they knew. Sauron and Furong sat in the front row, without any disturbance. The two chatted and laughed at themselves, enjoying the rare time for the two.

The stadium was filled with people. As time passed by, an indescribable fanatic atmosphere was brewing in the air, eagerly waiting for the moment of catharsis.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome your arrival!" Ludo Bagman's loud voice suddenly passed over the gymnasium and spread to every corner of the stands like thunder. "Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup final!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waving at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, and the scene was very lively. On the giant blackboard on one side of the arena, the changing advertising slogans were erased, and now it is displayed: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

On the right side of the stands was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers burst out at this moment.

It seemed like a cold wind blew across the summer grass, and the gymnasium became quiet in an instant. For a moment, even Sauron felt his breathing stagnant.

One hundred tesvas had already slid into the arena. Their skin was shining brightly like the moon, and their silver hair was floating behind their heads with the wind - it was a breathtaking beauty that made people obsessed with it.

At this moment, the music started to dance. As the graceful dance of these elves became faster and faster, a strong desire grew from the bottom of their hearts, and it was out of control, making people unable to think and just want to do something amazing. These elves that charmed sentient beings danced gracefully in the air, and almost all the men present fell into fanaticism.

"Scary power." Sauron couldn't help but whisper, and from his narrow pupils, there was a hint of surprise and a hint of fear - this magic was so powerful that it could rival the power of a demigod.

Sauron could "see" that under the guidance of the magic of Veva, a large amount of spiritual energy was released from the fanatical audience, gathered and transformed in the void, and then further strengthened Veva's magic - in the end, this terrible power even began to transform further, like a flame, burning on a level that ordinary people could not perceive.

This made Sauron think of a fact that made him a little scary. As ancient creatures, these ervas are just ordinary members of the Holy Spirit Secret Realm. As the guardian of the secret realm, Elaian's strength may exceed his expectations, and her sudden appearance will also bring greater variables.

"What are you thinking, my dear." Furong's voice came, interrupting Soren's thoughts. She looked at Soren with a somewhat cramped smile and said jokingly: "Why, our semi-shen souls have been seduced?"

Sauron couldn't help but feel a little silence. He grabbed the girl's hand and said with a smile: "Yes, my soul has been taken away. Where have you seen him?"

The girl glanced at Soren gently, but her slender fingers were buckled with him. She turned her head and looked at the veterinarians dancing in the air, not knowing what she was thinking.

Veva's dance did not last long, at least for those who were obsessed with them. As the music stopped, the gymnasium suddenly became quiet. Soren noticed that there were many men in the box who seemed to have just woken up, stunned in a daze, while their female companion sat aside, looking at them with a gloomy face.

But soon, an angry roar sounded from all directions - people were unwilling to leave. At this moment, I am afraid that many people present would rather give up the World Cup and keep watching this obsessive creature.

"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "Please raise your wand into the air... Welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

Immediately afterwards, a huge, green and golden thing flew into the gymnasium, like a big comet. It flew around the hall, then divided into two smaller comets, rushing towards a group of goal posts. An arched rainbow suddenly appeared in the entire field, connecting the two flashing balls. A "Oh Oop" audacity erupted from the crowd, as if watching a fireworks show. At this time, the rainbow disappeared, and the flashing balls connected and blended, forming a huge, shiny and dazzling clover, rising high into the air, and began to hover above the stands. Something fell from above crackling, like golden raindrops-

"Interesting." Sauron raised his eyebrows and played with a gold coin in his hand. With a slight force on his fingers, the gold coin began to burn from the place where it touched the fingertips, and soon turned into nothingness and left nothing. Obviously, these gold coins were not real objects, but were shaped by special magic.

Soren raised his head, and the huge clover was hovering above their heads, constantly scattering huge gold coins, landing on their heads and seats, causing people to fight in a mess, bent down to pick up gold coins on the ground. Soren carefully observed the clover and found that it was actually composed of countless little people wearing red vests and mustaches, each carrying a small golden or green lamp.

"Irish dwarf!" Furong said happily. She also picked up several gold coins and held them in her hands, and looked carefully. "There are very clever techniques that bring illusions and transformations to the extreme. These dwarfs really have a set of them."

However, despite this, the girl picked up a few more gold coins. The shiny gold coins were obviously attractive to women, which was no different in the Muggle world or the Wizard world. Soon, the huge clover disappeared, and the little devils slowly landed on the opposite side of the veba on the field, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, warmly welcome - Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I will introduce to you - Dimitrov!"

A figure in red dressed on a flying broom flew into the arena from an entrance below. He flew too fast to see clearly. He won the enthusiastic applause of Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

The second figure in a bright red robe flew out.

"Zograv! Levsky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next is - Krum!"

"Krum! Krum!" Cheers rang out in the gymnasium. Not only the Bulgarian audience, but also many Irish audiences were shouting his name.

Sauron narrowed his eyes and stared at the man flying in the air on a broom, Wickor Crum, who was dark and thin, gray-yellow skin, with a big hooked nose and two thick black eyebrows, looked like a huge eagle, exuding a gloomy temperament that was not commensurate with his age.

"Krum enclave is amazing!" Furong said excitedly, "People say he is the best flying ever!"

"Yes." Sauron said lightly, with a smile on his face, "He plays in a good broom."

"Now, please welcome - Irish National Quidditch!" Bagman shouted loudly, "The one who appeared was Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Malet! Moran! Quigley! And - And - And - Linzi!"

Seven blurry green figures flew to the arena, which was the Irish team. In an instant, there was another cheer in the audience, accompanied by the flash of countless panoramic telescopes.

"And our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the highly-respected president of the International Quidditch Federation, who flew from Egypt thousands of miles away!"

A short, lean-skinned wizard strided towards the arena in a pure gold robe that matched the color of the gymnasium. His head was bald, but he had a lush beard, and his whole head looked like a furry egg. A silver whistle stretched out from under his beard, a large wooden box under one arm, and his flying broom under the other.

The old man stepped on his flying broom and kicked the wooden box away with one foot. Four balls suddenly jumped into the air: bright red ghost flying balls, two black roaming balls, and the very small, winged golden thief. Amid the audience's cheers like a tide, Musta whistled and flew into the air with the balls - the game officially began!

Section 2

The game was as hot as a naphthalene, and Ireland had a huge advantage in the score, but as everyone had guessed before, Krum performed well. He rode a fireboat and was patrolling in the air, searching for his prey like an eagle, without giving the Irish ball seeker any chance.

"Ah, look at that, a fast and effective offensive organization!" Bagman screamed, "This is Marlet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass to Marlet! Troy! Levsky! Moran!"

On the rostrum, Bagman was commenting on the game, his passionate voice with burning enthusiasm, as if he had returned to the past vibrant player era.

In the box behind Bagman, everyone was focusing on the game, and so was Harry. He had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch game - the speed of the players flying was incredible, and the chasers kept passing the ghost flying ball to other players. The speed was so fast that Bagman had only time to report their names.

Harry kept adjusting the function knob of the panoramic telescope. Slow-motion replay and text comments could help him see the game clearly, but soon he realized that this was not very feasible. As the game became more and more intense, the offensive and defensive speeds of the two teams were terrible. Everything happened in a moment. If you use slow motion to watch, you would often miss many exciting scenes.

Harry knew Quidditch's game very well, and he saw that the Irish team's chasers were super first-class. They cooperated seamlessly and had a very coordinated movement, as if they could see through each other's thoughts. The rose-shaped badge on Harry's chest kept screaming at their names: "Troy-Mallet-Moran!" Within ten minutes, Ireland scored two more goals, which caused the supporters in green to cheer and cheer like a rush.

The game became more intense and cruel, perhaps because he was also a golfer, or perhaps because Krum's performance was so dazzling, Harry's eyes often stayed on Krum. He had never seen anyone fly like that. Krum seemed to have not used a broom at all. He flew around in the air with ease, as if he had no need to rely on anything at all, as light as a feather. I have to admit that he felt envious and longed to fly in the air like Krum, like Krum, and fly in the air under the gaze of the crowd.

Suddenly, Bagman shouted in a loud and loud voice: "Dimitrov! Levsky! Dimitrov! Ivanova-Oh, my goodness!"

The hundred thousand wizards held their breath and watched the two ball seekers - Krum and Linzi - fall quickly among the chasers, and they are so fast, as if they jumped off the plane without a parachute.

"They are going to fall to the ground!" Hermione beside Harry exclaimed.

Without using the panoramic telescope, it was too late. Harry held his breath and stared at Krum in the air with all his concentration. Involuntarily, his pupils suddenly became narrow and long.

In an instant, everything around him became slow and clear - Harry saw Krum and Lin Qi diving in slow motion, and the wind swept across their jerseys and pulled the back straight; he even clearly distinguished every detail on Krum's face, his facial muscles were tense, under his dark and thick eyebrows, his equally black eyes staring at the ground.

This is a wonderful feeling. At this moment, the world is presenting in front of Harry in a strange way. The cheers that were originally bombarding the eardrums like a tide became extremely far away, but they were clearly audible. He could even distinguish every scream or cheer from the roar. His eyes were on Krum, but at the same time he could clearly see every other player on the field. Seeing them swinging and hitting the ball, he felt that he could even see every audience member present - as long as he thought, he could see everything.

This feeling is fascinating. Harry uses his spiritual power instinctively, and the obscure but powerful magic waves surge in his body. In his slightly narrowed eyes, his narrow pupils were stained with cold silver, like frost moon. The world he perceived changed again - balls of dark blue light appeared on him, and wisps of light radiated from these light balls and gathered together, surging over the field like a tide, emitting dazzling light. Bright halos quickly shuttled through the dark blue clouds, arousing ripples and dissipated in the void.

Each halo represents a person. Harry realized that the dark blue clouds connected everyone in a special way, including himself - strands of blue light were pulled by an invisible force, surrounding him, gathering into his body, turning into a familiar force, making him feel particularly powerful.

"This feels good." A sudden voice suddenly rang in Harry's mind, with a familiar coldness.

In this dark blue world, a black flame was burning quietly, and the blue light was rotated and gathered around the black fire, slowly being sucked into it, turning into a part of the flame like fuel. In the black fire, a pair of golden pupils were clearly visible, making Harry feel the coldness and sharpness of the blade.

That was Sauron, and for Harry, this judgment was unreasonable but extremely clear, although this was the first time that Sauron appeared before him in this special way.

"Is this the world you see?" Harry said softly as if he was talking to himself, looking at Sauron without any hesitation, as if the distance between hundreds of feet at both ends of the field did not exist in reality.

"This is the world we see," Sauron said calmly, "looking down at the world in heaven and seeing the world."

Harry was stunned, but after a moment, he couldn't help feeling a ridiculous irony. He closed his eyes, shook his head with a bitter smile, and when he opened his eyes again, the world changed back to the familiar but ordinary appearance in the past. He looked at the famous big figures in the box. Perhaps they sat in this luxurious box and glanced at the crowded audiences on the opposite stands and felt that they were above the top, but they didn't know that in the eyes of some people, they were just living people who were looked down upon in the world.

The game continued, and the players of the two teams continued to chase the air like the wind. The Ireland team always maintained the lead and continued to expand the score. Finally, the game ended with a surprising ending - Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but Ireland led by 10 points to win.

When Krum fell to the ground with his nose bleeding and holding the golden snatch, the stadium was silent for a moment, and then a tide of cheer burst out in the next moment. Ludobagman shouted loudly: "Extremely wonderful game, unexpected ending, let us cheer for all the players - the sky belongs to you!"

There was another round of cheers in the field, and Harry clapped his applause, but his eyes couldn't help but turn to the stands opposite - where someone had truly stood above the sky.

PS: Recently, due to some personal problems, the update has been interrupted for several days. I will try my best to make up for it next. Thank you for your support and understanding!
Chapter completed!