As the afternoon passed, an excitement spread across the camp like a cloud that could be touched.

At dusk, even the quiet summer air seemed to be trembling in anticipation.

At this time, a deep and thick gong sound came from somewhere far away from the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the competition.

"Time is up!" said Mr. Harris, as everyone seemed to be excited, "Hurry up, let's go!"

Mr. Harris and Lucius Malfoy led the way in front, and after lunch, they were talking and seemed to be satisfied with each other.

Malfoy held the England team's rose logo in one hand and the magic statue of Allen in the other hand, and followed Alan with a smile.

They walked quickly into the woods along the passage illuminated by the lanterns.

They could hear thousands of people walking around, hearing shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

This kind of fanatical excitement is very contagious, and Allen's emotions are also mobilized and she smiles happily.

Passed the ticket inspection smoothly and entered the magnificent stadium.

The stairs leading to the stadium are covered with purple-red carpets.

They climbed up the stairs with the crowd, and slowly the crowd entered the stands on both sides.

The group led by Mr. Harris walked upwards and finally reached the top of the stairs.

They found themselves in a small private room, located at the highest point of the stadium and facing the golden goal.

There are more than a dozen purple and gold-plated seats here, divided into two rows, which are exclusive private rooms specially ordered by Mr. Harris at a high price.

Mr. Harris did not stop here, but asked everyone to put down their things and continued to move forward with their three sons and walked to another top-floor private room.

Lucius also took Draco with him.

"Mr. Harris, I'm glad to see you, Allen." Sirius shook hands with Mr. Harris politely.

"Allen, your idea is great. Harry and I have a great holiday." Sirius's face swept away the gloom of the past and said happily to Allen.

"Vernon's face must be very good." Allen also laughed.

As they entered the box, Percy hurriedly stood up and saluted Mr. Harris, looking like he had just sat on the back of a porcupine covered with thorns.

Ron saw Allen and Malfoy who entered with Harry, curled his lips and pulled Harry over.

Draco glared at Harry with contempt, Ron glanced at him, standing behind Allen without saying anything.

At this moment, Mr. Harris suddenly laughed and said, "Bagman, why are you collecting money for children?"

Bagman turned around in surprise, immediately put away Jin Jialong in his hand, walked over and shook hands with Mr. Harris.

"Ludo, are you ready?" asked Mr. Harris.

"Of course, my passion is ready to go." Bagman smiled and waved his hand, as if saying that this is nothing.

"Are you betting on football?" Allen asked after greeting Bagman politely.

Bagman looked at Mr. Harris and seemed relieved to see that he was still smiling.

"Add a little excitement to the game," Bagman said lightly.

"Want to bet on the game, Lucius?" asked Mr. Harris with interest.

"Of course." Lucius laughed. For him, it was equivalent to buying some fried fish, chips and beer while watching a football game.

"Let me think... I'll give a thousand Gallons to win in England, and Allen catches the golden thief," said Mr. Harris.

Allen knew that Bagman could not afford the money at all. He wanted to stop Mr. Harris, but after another thought, he understood Mr. Harris' intention.

Mr. Harris probably knew Bagman’s financial situation, probably to better control him.

At the same time, for Mr. Harris, this is also a way to cheer up his son in disguise.

"A thousand Jingalons?" Ludo Bagman seemed a little helpless, but he quickly returned to his calmness. "The odds I give you won't be too high. Because, I also believe that Allen will catch the Golden Snitch."

He blinked at Allen.

Lucius glanced at him, and his voice said without a slight ups and downs: "I'll make the same number, bet England win, Allen catches the golden thief."

Bagman looked like he was about to cry: "With such a big bet, then I still have to lower the odds. Are you sure you want to bet?"

Lucius glanced at him lightly, which made Bagman realize that things had reached an unchangeable point.

Ludo Bagman slowly pulled out his notebook and quill, and helplessly wrote the names of Mr. Harris and Mr. Lucius on it.

At this moment, the sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded behind them.

It turned out that when the Minister of Magic Connelly Fudge arrived, Percy bowed too low and his glasses fell to the ground and smashed them.

He was extremely embarrassed and repaired the lenses with his wand, and then sat in his seat blankly.

Mr. Harris immediately walked up, and Fudge greeted Mr. Harris like an old friend, and then greeted Allen kindly.

Fudge held Allen's hand kindly like a father, asked him about his well-being, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him.

"Allen Harris, you know," he told Bulgaria's Minister of Magic—the man was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe with gold edges, and seemed to be unable to understand a word of English. "You must know who he is, the youngest player ever in Quidditch World Cup,"

The Bulgarian wizard looked at Allen carefully, and immediately became excited, and said a series of words loudly.

"Thank you for your praise, my Animagus is indeed a Phoenix." Alan suddenly started to mumble.

"What an excellent thing. You can also speak our Bulgarian language. You and Krum are both young talents!" The wizard from Bulgaria looked at Allen with appreciation.

Allen was polite and moderate in advance, which won the favor of almost everyone present.

"That's great, Allen, you can speak Bulgarian language. It's too hard to communicate with him. God knows how I spent this day. Crouch knows Bulgarian, but—" Foggy frowned and smiled very kindly in an instant.

"It's a pity that you still have to participate in the competition. This is Mr. Oberlansk - Mr. Oberonsk - he is the minister of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. It doesn't matter, he doesn't understand what I'm talking about anyway." Fudge introduced to Allen.

Alan saluted the other party again, and the Bulgarian minister had a great impression of Alan and started talking to Alan about the customs and customs of the two countries and the Quidditch game.

On the one hand, Ludo Bagman seemed to have connected something and recovered his spirits.

"Are everyone ready?" he said, his round face shining like a huge piece of spherical cheese. "Minister- Can you start?"

"You said you should start, Ludo." Fudge said kindly.

Seeing this, Allen quickly said goodbye, and he needed to meet with the team.

The atmosphere in the stadium outside was extremely hot and enthusiastic, while Allen moved to the locker room, changed into the team uniform, and was with his teammates, preparing for this highly anticipated final battle of the season.

They had already changed their uniforms and sat together in the locker room, and head coach Geraldine was going to give them a mobilization speech.

His eyes were sharply scanned at the players sitting below.

"I really don't know what to say. In three minutes, it will be the biggest battle of our career."

Everyone, whether they stared at the coach with bright eyes or held their heads with their hands, listened carefully.

"It's all here today, we can go to glory as a team, or we will collapse, point after point, hit after hit until we're done." Geraldine's tone was extremely solemn.

The entire locker room is in a low pressure.

"I can't fight for you now. In fact, it's obvious that I'm too old!" Geraldine sighed.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that such weak words came from the mouth of a coach who was famous for his iron-blooded methods.

"I looked around and saw these young faces, and I was thinking..."

He paused and continued, "I mean, did I make a mistake that a middle-aged man might make. I, uh..."

His words caught the attention of all players, and even Banks, who had his head buried, looked up at him.

"I squander all my money, believe it or not." He patted the information in his hand, "I also drove away the people who once loved me."

His tone became heavier: "Recently, I can't even face my face in the mirror."

"You know, when your life grows older, a lot of things will leave you. This is part of life. But you only understand when you start to lose it. Life is actually a scoring game, like Quidditch."

The players began to think with his mind.

"Because there is little room for you to make mistakes, whether it is game life or Quidditch." He turned sideways and began to retreat. "I mean, you can't achieve your goal if you step a little earlier or half a step later; you can't get the ball if you get half a second or half a second later."

"Every minute we need is right by our side, every minute, every second."

The players started to clamor, and some even slapped.

Geraldine raised her hand, stopped them, and continued, "Our team is fighting for this point, and the whole team is ready to be crushed to pieces for this point, and be ready to fight for this point." He raised his right hand, as if he wanted to seize the victory.

The team members followed Geraldine, exclaiming loudly and cheering.

Geraldine's tone became more and more firm, "Because we know that adding up every point is the watershed between victory and failure, and the watershed between life and death,"

The team members looked at Geraldine excitedly with some red eyes.

"In any battle, those who are not afraid of death will always win that point. I also know that I can still live that meaningful life because I am still willing to fight for that point until the last moment."

Geraldine's tone became excited.

"I can't let you do it now. You have to look at your comrades around you and look in their eyes."

The team members looked at each other.

"I think you will see comrades who are willing to compete with you for every point."

Cohen, who was still careless at the beginning, couldn't help but step forward, wanting to listen more carefully.

"You will see a comrade who is willing to sacrifice himself for you and for the team. Because he knows that when necessary, you will do the same for him."

"This is team spirit, gentlemen. And whether we are united and fighting, or we are at the mercy of others, this is Quidditch."

Geraldine spread her hands and the room was silent.

"That's all."

He looked at the whole team eagerly, "Now, tell me, what should you do?"
Chapter completed!