His voice echoed above the audience's heads and spread loudly to every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome to your arrival! Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause.

The stands were filled with green waves, and the audience supporting the Irish team.

Their heads are woven with green clovers.

Ron and Seamo and other young wizards who supported Ireland also traded these straw hats from some wizards and happily carried them on their heads.

The larger scale of this green wave is the red and white rose flower sea.

Many little witches join the team supporting England because they put a rose on their hair, which makes them look more beautiful.

This day was a carnival at Hogwarts.

The little wizards were dressed up and their emotions were even more intense than the summer sun.

Penelo was dressed in a very gorgeous dress, wearing a purple strapless short skirt, her long golden curly hair was tied up, and a red rose was inserted into her bun.

Hermione wore a white hollow knee-length lady dress, with her originally fluffy curly hair softly draped behind her. Behind her ears, Hermione inserted a pink and white rose.

Penelo leaned against the fence and looked at Hermione in the sun with a cold face.

Hermione seemed to feel her gaze, and looked up and happened to meet Penelo's gaze that had not yet been withdrawn.

Penelo smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows, "We don't look bad!"

Hermione turned her head and looked into Penelo's eyes, trying to understand the emotions in her words.

Hermione was very puzzled. Why did Penelo face her more confidently than before in the past two days?

At this moment, Luna walked past the side, and everywhere she passed, it caused a burst of laughter.

There was nothing else, and the other little witches only had a rose, and Luna's head was filled with roses of all sizes, as if the waves of roses were rolled up.

Her clothes are different from those of the girls on the venue, full of the rich 16th-century English royal style.

The wide skirt covered her tightly, and the large lace on her collar echoed the roses on her head.

Such Luna is particularly different among the little witches wearing cool summer skirts.

Luna herself doesn't care about people's laughter and discussion.

She took out a pair of large colorful glasses and put them on her head, slapped the air with her hands, as if she was driving away the invisible large moths.

Hermione looked at Luna like this and was so surprised that she forgot to fight back Penelo. Penelo's eyes were also attracted by Luna, and the two of them looked at each other speechless.

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

"That's it?" Penelo looked into the field in surprise.

"A big ball of flashing!"

"Sphere fireworks."

A "Oh Oops" exclaimed in the crowd, guessing what kind of creature it was.

A huge, shiny and dazzling clover rose high into the air and began to hover above the stands.

Something fell from above, like golden raindrops—

It's actually gold coins!

While cheering, people were still scrambling to grab gold coins or climbing under their seats.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and carefully observed the clover and found that it was actually composed of countless little people wearing red vests and mustaches.

"It's the Irish Little Devil!" Hermione said in a cheering voice.

The huge clover disappeared, and the elves slowly landed on the reserved seats on the field and sat down cross-legged.

"I don't know what will be more wonderful than gold coins!" Ron held a handful of gold coins and smiled.

"Of course, nothing will be better than an Irish mascot!" Semo stuffed the gold coins into his pocket with satisfaction.

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

The sea of ​​roses immediately burst into loud cheers.

"I don't know what they brought." Semo said, leaning out of his seat.

"Ah!" He stared at him, "What is that?"

A group of creatures he had never seen before flew into the field neatly with their wings.

“If Hagrid could get them, the Conservation of Magic Biology class would be the most popular course in the school.”

Semo's eyes stared at the venue without blinking.

Ron nodded repeatedly, agreeing.

At this moment, the creatures in the field have a woman's head and a bird's body.

They stretch their wings in the air and change their formations.

"They are grouping words?" Semo asked suspiciously.

"What is it written?" Ron stared at their performance without blinking, trying to distinguish the words they spelled.

"England will win!" Semo sneered and touched the four-leaf clover on his head.

To be fair, their performance is indeed good.

Sometimes it dives, sometimes it rises.

Or one high and one low, one moving and one still, one left and one right.

Or join forces, look at each other, and intersect.

The wide ribbons on the wings suddenly look like a rainbow, and then they are unpredictable, fully demonstrating their superb flying and dancing skills.

"Is that just that?" Simo shrugged disdainfully.

"Just looking at their faces and upper bodies is enough, isn't it?" Ron reached into his pocket and stirred the gold coins.

Simo nodded, and had to admit that they were beautiful and their facial features were more beautiful than most Hogwarts girls.

Just then, the music started to sound, and Semo no longer considered whether Hogwarts' girls were beautiful or whether these creatures were better-in fact, he could not think about anything.

There was only the ethereal and beautiful singing in his heart, the sound was extremely sweet. He just wanted to get closer to them, closer, closer...

Ron beside him was even more unbearable. He pulled off his shirt and made a swimming position, swinging his arms quickly.

Penelo held his arms and watched these people perform strange movements, and felt that this was much more interesting than the performances of those creatures.

Hermione, who also heard the music, had her eyes lit up and clapped her hands and shouted: "It's Siren."

Penelo glanced at Hermione in confusion. Has she gone crazy after Luna?

Hermione obviously saw Penelo's doubts and explained: "The Siren is a siren with a human face and bird body. She flies on the sea with a natural voice. She often uses her singing to seduce the passing sailors. The sailors who pass by are lost in their minds because of their loss of listening, causing the ship to sink."

"Not everyone will be confused." Penelo looked around and sighed.

"Hurchpatch has the most people who are determined to do it." Hermione exclaimed.
Chapter completed!