Chapter 354 Follow-Up (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Magic Feather)

When Krum returned to the arena, his face became even more gloomy. He refused to let the doctor clean the wound and wipe away the blood.

His teammates gathered around him too, shaking their heads in dejection.

Not far away, the players of the England team danced with joy. Their mascots flew freely in the sky, singing and dancing, looking extraordinarily beautiful.

Flags were waving all over the stadium and the English national anthem was played from all directions.

"Now, England's players are accompanied by their mascots for a circle, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is sent to the top box!" said Bagman's bell-like voice.

On the top floor, under a giant statue in the shape of an iron-gray eagle spreading its wings, Penello Krivat stood there and watched the entire game in its entirety.

Due to the grand event of the World Cup, Penello and the Auror reserves were also called, and Albert specially arranged for Penello to stay here so that he could watch the whole game.

The Phantom Feather cloak was behind her, rustling by the high-altitude wind. She looked at the energetic Allen, and burst into a beautiful smile with joy.

Suddenly a bright light flashed, and the top box was magically illuminated, so that all the spectators in the stands could see the situation in the box.

At the entrance, two panting wizards carried a large golden cup into the box and handed it to Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge laughed from ear to ear, he could finally laugh out loud without restraining his inner joy.

"Let's applaud warmly and welcome the hard-working and persistent Bulgarian players to the stage!" Bagman shouted.

The seven defeated Bulgarians went upstairs to the box. The audience below applauded to express their appreciation.

One by one, the Bulgarians entered between the two rows of seats in the box, and Bagman called out everyone's name as they took turns shaking hands with their minister and Fudge.

Krum was last in line, looking very embarrassed. On the blood-stained face, the two dark circles were particularly eye-catching.

Once he hit the ground, his movements looked less coordinated. His legs were slightly splayed, and his shoulders were noticeably bowed forward.

Still, when Bagman called Krum's name, the entire stadium gave him a polite applause.

But Krum's expression became even more gloomy, and he didn't need sympathy.

Then came the England players, and everyone was beaming. When Alan Harris' name was called out by Bagman, the entire stadium gave him an extremely enthusiastic and deafening cheer.

When Coach Allen and Geraldine took over the Quidditch World Cup from Fudge, the entire stadium became a sea of ​​joy.

The players of the England team rode their brooms again. Allen led Geraldine, holding the Quidditch World Cup, and rode a broom again to go around the field again.

"I really envy Alan." Harry sat on the stand, looked at Alan who was going away, and sighed.

"You are also a very good Seeker at Hogwarts. In fact, I heard that you are the youngest Seeker in a century."

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder, encouraging.

"Alan and Krum, they are not very old, but they are much better than me-if Alan plays the position of a seeker in the first grade, he should be the youngest."

Harry's eyes were a little confused. He is well-known in the wizarding world, but at Hogwarts, his grades were mediocre and he always got into trouble. He felt that the aura of the "savior" was particularly heavy. He was just an ordinary Just a little wizard.

"Harry, everyone is unique. Everyone has their own growth process, so there is no need to envy others. There is one thing you need to pay attention to." Sirius Black hesitated to speak to his godson.

"What's the matter, Sirius?" Harry's curiosity was suddenly aroused.

"You should try to make some new friends, like Diggory over there.

I heard that although he is a Hufflepuff, he has a Gryffindor spirit, and he bravely protected a girl in Ravenclaw last semester. "

Sirius pointed to Cedric Diggory in the box.

Harry looked in the direction Sirius pointed, and saw Cedric sitting between his parents with a helpless expression on his face.

"Even if I can't shit anymore, I'm going to be me. I'd rather die with fried fish in my colon than live on salad greens," said Amos Diggory stubbornly. Turned away from Mrs. Diggory.

"I just want to ease your constipation..." Mrs. Diggory shook her head resignedly.

Harry couldn't help laughing out loud, Cedric, of course he knew that perhaps only Alan was more popular than Cedric in Hogwarts.

When Harry thought of what Sirius said, he always felt that it meant something, and he couldn't help but think of Ron who had been talking badly about Allen all night.

But out of friendship and gratitude to Allen for his help during the summer, Harry felt that he should persuade Ron not to target Allen again.

The most important thing is that Alan is so popular in school and he is so good. Ron continues to speak ill of him, which will not do him any good.

Harry thought, walked up to Ron, excused to buy some food, and pulled Ron out of the box.

"Krum's loss is really ugly, and Alan doesn't show any sympathy..." Ron was still nagging and complaining.

"Ron," Harry stopped suddenly and looked around, "Stop talking badly about Alan, he helped us a lot back then. Think about it, he made your wand for you."

Ron subconsciously stroked his sleeves, which were empty and contained nothing.

Cold sweat soaked his forehead all of a sudden, and he immediately turned around and ran back to the box, Harry followed behind him with a puzzled expression on his face.

"What's the matter with Ron?" Harry asked, panting as he ran.

"My wand, my wand must have fallen to the ground because of the collision just now." Ron was panicked, and he didn't dare to tell the family about this.

Losing his wand, he could just imagine his mother Molly Weasley's reaction.

"It's your fault that you can only eat potatoes at home for two weeks. Now you have lost your wand. Next semester, you will have to go to school empty-handed!"

Ron's face turned pale all of a sudden. Without a wand, at Hogwarts, he might be ridiculed to the point of being hopeless.

The dejected Ron, with a gloomy face, was out of tune with the England fans who were carnivaling around him.

Soon they were surrounded by the deluge of the crowd leaving the stadium and heading back to camp.

When Allen and the others walked back along the passageway illuminated by lanterns, there was a very beautiful and beautiful singing in the night sky-it was the mascot of the England team, the siren banshee singing.