Chapter 225: A Bet With Cho

The girl was in a bad mood.

When Irish's Leprechauns withdrew from the field of play and players from both sides made appearances one after another, Cho also returned to normal.

In fact, Cho knew in his heart that Alvin would not abandon her because of a certain girl. It was just an intuitive sense of crisis after seeing the beauty of Veela.

Several girls are discussing which team is more potent.

"I think Irish is stronger. Their Chaser has scored a lot in previous games."

Astoria said while looking at the match.

"But Bulgarian Seekers are great too. What do you think, Nagini?"

As a Seeker, Cho paid more attention to this position. Seeing that Nagini had not spoken, Cho also asked curiously.

"Ah?" Nagini reacted slowly, not expecting Cho to ask her opinion.

After that, she just looked at Alvin for help.

Nagini only knew little about Quidditch and didn't know how to analyze strengths and weaknesses. However, she still wanted to join in on the conversation.

"Bulgarian catches the Snitch, but Irish wins."

Alvin's says caused Cho to roll his eyes.

The possibility of this situation is too slight. In the previous 441 World Cup, it has only happened twice.

Alvin rolled his eyes and whispered something in her ear. Cho's pretty face turned crimson, and she gave him a strange look.

"Did you agree?"

Alvin looked at her expectantly, and Cho snorted lightly and nodded.

This bet, Alvin, will be lost!

"Game start!"

Ludo Bagman's passionate voice echoed throughout the court, "Mullet! Troy! Irish took the lead! Goal scored! Nice shot by Moran!"

In the box, everyone was watching the game with binoculars. The game was too exciting. Everyone's level was very high. It was far from the quidditch cup of Hogwarts.

As Astoria said, Irish's Chaser is superb, scoring three goals in less than five minutes.

"Look! Krum made a move! Lynch followed, oh! He was tricked!"

Ludo Bagman's voice tells everyone that Krum had pretended to find the Golden Snitch and lured Irish Seeker Lynch to hit the ground hard.

The Bulgarian fans booed.

"So good! Lynch, go home and play toy Quidditch!"

"Krum is waiting for you to hit the ground. What are you waiting for?"

Irish fans were also not to be outdone, and the two sides launched a passion for each other.

The game was, therefore, interrupted, and several Healers ran into the field to examine Lynch.

Finally, Lynch got back on his feet to the cheers of Irish supporters.

After more than ten minutes of intense competition, the Irish scored more than ten goals in a row.

"Apart from Krum, everyone else in Bulgarian is so bad."

Alvin couldn't help but complain that these Bulgarian players were being played around by Irish players, and they couldn't find where the Quaffle was.

At this time, Krum was like a lone hero, fighting against the whole of the Irish.

He kept doing all kinds of fakes to confuse Lynch and sometimes interfere with the Irish Beaters' offense.

"Lynch moved! He's diving again!"

Bagman spoke very quickly, "Krum followed! They found the Snitch!"

The atmosphere on the field instantly became tense, and everyone was staring at the two Seekers who were entangled together. Lynch's previous wound had already opened.

Alvin could clearly see a little blood floating behind them.

"They will hit the ground!" Astoria said nervously, holding the binoculars.

"No, only Lynch will!" Cho answered firmly.

In the end, as Cho expected, Lynch fell heavily to the ground for the second time, and Krum successfully caught the Golden Snitch.

"Irish wins!" Bagman shouted excitedly but was also a little dizzy, as if he didn't expect the game to end so quickly.

"Even though Krum caught the Snitch, Irish won the final trophy 170-160. Oh my god! No one expected it!"

Irish supporters cheered enthusiastically in the stadium, and countless fireworks spewed from their wands. At the same time, Bulgarian fans scolded the side of the exit.

They no longer want to go to the next awards ceremony.

When the International Quidditch Association President handed the trophy to the Irish players, the 442nd Quidditch World Cup ended successfully.

Alvin and the others also left the box. Coincidentally, Fudge and a group of people came out of the box next to them.

Some officials from the Ministry of Magic in other areas recognized Alvin and approached him enthusiastically.

In desperation, Alvin also chatted with these old foxes, nothing more than wanting him to sell some alchemy creatures to their country.

Because of his laziness, not many alchemy creatures are circulating on the market, but every buyer praises Alvin.

This made more people interested in his work.

Alvin saw Crouch in the last position, with a house elf by his side.

But what made him pay special attention to Crouch was that a thin man was wearing an Invisibility Cloak beside him.

"This should be Crouch's son Barty Jr."

Alvin thought silently that Barty Jr. was a loyal supporter of Voldemort. In the original book, he disguised himself as Moody. He entered Hogwarts as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But now Alvin has chosen Sirius as the professor for the next semester, and he doesn't know how the future will develop.

He walked quietly to Crouch's side and cast

Tracking spell on Barty Jr.

"Did Mr. Crouch bring house elf to the game?"

Alvin's words tightened Crouch's heart, but his expression didn't change.

"I have too much work to do, so Winky is here to help me with some chores."

"Thanks to Barty and Ludo, this World Cup has been so successful."

Fudge patted Barty Crouch Snr with a smile and praised the two to Alvin. Alvin did not refute but just smiled in agreement.

It was already late at night when Alvin and his party walked towards their camp along the lantern.

The night sky is full of Irish singing, and their mascot, the Leprechaun, is flying around in the sky, occasionally dropping a handful of Galleon.

"These Galleons are fake and will disappear after a while."

Seeing Astoria, who was about to move, Alvin reminded her.

"Okay." She pouted. Although her family's conditions were good, the pocket money her mother gave was not much.

She thought she could get a windfall this time.

Harry and the twins were chatting about Krum's fake move at the camp. Wood, the former Gryffindor Quidditch captain, was holding a wand and drawing a schematic diagram of the action.

"Harry, you only need to brake when you are three centimeters off the ground, and you can make sure you don't hit the ground like Lynch."

A group of people looked at Wood speechlessly. Brake three centimeters? At such a high speed, who can calculate the distance so accurately?

"Okay, kids! It's getting late. What you need is rest."

Mr. Weasley stepped forward to stop the night talk and drove everyone into the tent.

Alvin looked at Cho with meaningful eyes, but Cho was too embarrassed to look at his boyfriend.

I wouldn't have made that bet with Alvin if I had known it.