Chapter 480: Another great scene

As if planned, the confusion in the stadium centered on one point and things became more and more chaotic.

After endless mutual banter, fans on both sides finally lost patience, and rushed at each other!

They climbed over the simple railings and ran into each other's stands. Or, more directly, they pulled out their wands and cast spells from a distance.

With more and more people joining in, the conflict on the bleachers quickly turned into a big duel and brawl.

Wizards pulled out their wands, waved them angrily, and used various spells on those who opposed them.

Seeing this situation, the Ministry of Magic officials were no longer concerned about the Veelas and the Goblins, and rushed to the stands.

"Does it look like there's something wrong down there?!" said Ivan with some hesitation.

The riot seemed to have come too suddenly and spread a little too far.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of this problem!" Mr. Weasley frowned. "We're going to help the department keep order. Charlie, Bill, Percy, you three come with me, Sirius .... "

"I'll have a look around, too. I'll be right back, remember, you guys stay here and don't go anywhere until I get back!" Sirius said, "Ivan, keep an eye on Harry."

He followed Mr. Weasley and other Ministry officials and went down to reinforce those ahead.

Watching their backs, Ivan had an ominous feeling deep in his heart.

It looked like something was about to happen. He rubbed his eyes, hoping it was just an illusion.

Everyone was surprised to see the fight that was gradually expanding in the stands below, only Harry and Ron were unaware of it.

Their minds were still in the heat of the game and they didn't notice anything else.

"What the hell is going on?!" Ron pulled the omnioculars out of his eyes and shouted. "Don't you see? Krum is injured, time out, he can't play like this!"

"The game?!" Ludo Bagman said in surprise.

He seemed to have regained his mind and turned his eyes to the air, remembering that there was still a game.

"Oh, yes!" Bagman said aloud. "Krum's bleeding, looks like he's got a broken nose. But it looks like he's seen the Golden Snitch."

"Lynch has seen it too!" Harry shouted.

In the air, the two went in at almost the same time, but Krum was a little further away.

In the stands, a few Irish fans rose in another great wave of green, shouting their Seeker.

Krum was behind him, how could he see where he was going? Harry wondered: there were bloodstains flying through the air behind him.

However, he was on the same level as Lynch as they both hurtled towards the ground again....

"They're going to crash!" Hermione yelled and went back to watching the match.

"No!" roared Ron.

"Lynch is!" shouted Harry.

He was right. For the second time, Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force and was immediately crushed by a horde of angry Veelas.

"He's got him! Krum's got him, it's all over!" shouted Harry .

Krum, his red robe glistening with blood from his nose, was rising gently into the air, his fist raised high, a glint of gold in his hand.

The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 in the crowd, which seemed not to have realized what had happened. Then slowly, as if a large jumbo jet was speeding up, the roar of Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted in cheers of joy.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouted, apparently surprised by the sudden end of the match.

"KRUM I CATCH THE SNITCH, BUT IRELAND WINS... My God, I don't think any of us expected that!"

"Why did he catch the Snitch?" Ron shouted, as he jumped up and down, clapping his hands over his head. "He finished it when Ireland was a hundred and sixty points ahead - what a fool!"

"I knew they'd never catch them!" Harry shouted again above all the noise, also clapping loudly. "The Irish chasers were too good... Krum wanted to finish on their terms, that's all.... "

"He was very brave, wasn't he?" Hermione whispered to Ivan.

Ivan didn't answer her. He didn't have time to pay attention to the match and Krum.

Just below, in the stands, the chaotic battle continued, spreading further and further.

Although the Ministry of Magic officials were all concentrated there, it was in vain. The battle was unstoppable and was gradually intensifying and spreading.

Various colors of magical lightning were flying through the air, and the roaring, screaming and magical explosions were mixing to break the clouds so powerfully, that they scattered them!

The scene was absolutely shocking and everyone was stunned.

Especially when viewed from above, the reason was clear: There were 100,000 magicians here! This was definitely the largest scale battle in the history of magic!

"God, what are they doing?" the bogeyman said in amazement. "The game is over, Ireland has won!"

Ivan watched in shock as the situation gradually spiraled out of control and he suddenly woke up.

He could smell the stench of conspiracy.

He remembered what Elaine had told him when he arrived at the tent. Voldemort and the vampires were ready to act tonight.

He thought carefully about it, and Caresius was likely to ask Elaine to come and give him advice.

But Elaine didn't make it clear, and he didn't know what Voldemort's plan was.

Ivan originally thought it would happen at the camp after the match like in the books, a parade of Mortifages. They would cause confusion, and then they would go to Crouch's tent to rescue Barty Jr.

It never occurred to him that Voldemort would start right in the middle of the fight and make such a huge mess.

This guy was definitely a complete madman, worthy of his title as the most evil, and always going in with a bang!

Ivan hurried to the edge of the bleachers and carefully observed the situation below.

"These people are all crazy! They should be celebrating, but they're all fighting!" Ludo Bagman opened his eyes and looked down at the tumult below, completely frightened.

"Where's Barty Crouch?!" Fudge muttered. "Who can tell me what's going on down here?!"

The initial small-scale battle had spread down the bleachers.

Ivan saw many people with dark red hoods and masks on their faces, casting spells everywhere.

They were creating chaos and the crowd was getting more and more frightened.