Chapter 425: Quidditch, really boring (Edited)

Professor McGonagall suddenly regretted taking Fish to watch the World Cup....

"Minerva, is that the speed of a Firebolt? They don't fly as fast as Shadow..."

"Minerva, the guy with the bat on the green team is so stupid, he can't even hit a ball that slow."

"Minerva, isn't the Golden Snitch on top of the bald umpire? why don't they catch it?"

"Minerva, the Golden Snitch flew behind the red player with the braided hair, right behind his neck."

"Minerva, that one in green is about to fall to the ground... Is he an idiot nya?"

"Minerva..."

Fish chattered and assessed, commenting on the situation on the pitch, nothing escaped the cat's eyes thanks to his dynamic vision, and the position of the Golden Snitch was relayed by him at regular intervals....

This made the group of Quidditch players on the pitch look silly, and caused Professor McGonagall's visual experience to deteriorate significantly.

"..."

Professor McGonagall lowered her Omniculars and looked at Fish, who was still "talking nonstop."

In addition to being speechless, Professor McGonagall was more or less depressed....

My little cat is so capable, why doesn't he like Quidditch? If he also joined the school team, the Quidditch Cup last year and the year before definitely wouldn't have fallen to Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

"Why do you keep looking at Fish? don't you watch the game anymore?"

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Fish tilted his head and asked puzzled.

Hermione, beside him, stifled her laughter, tugged gently on Fish's shirt and whispered, "Fish, don't keep talking and bothering Minerva by watching the game..."

"But, isn't Fish afraid that Minerva can't see? He has to use that telescope to slow down the action."

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Fish said confidently, not thinking he had done anything wrong.

"It's like you're watching a cartoon and I'm whispering in your ear what's going to happen next, does Fish like that?".

After a summer together, Hermione had learned how to handle the cat boy.

"Hmm... I don't like it nya!"

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Fish pondered for a moment before quickly shaking his head and obediently closing his mouth.

Professor McGonagall gave Hermione an approving glance before turning her attention back to the pitch, where she could finally watch the match in peace.

The quiet Fish was bored and, instead of paying attention to the situation in the stadium, he looked around, searching for someone familiar in the audience.

By the time Fish had looked at the crowd, the match was getting more and more intense, with the Bulgarians getting rougher and rougher as the Irish were gaining, and the Irish, being the leaders, were not backing down.

"Hit him! Hit him nya! Hit him in the head, you idiot!"

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Fish, along with the crowd around him, shouted from the field.

Although in Fish's opinion, the skills of those people were not really impressive, but the stadium was so loud that he couldn't sleep and could only rely on the players fighting to pass the time.

"Fish, who are you cheering for?"

Hermione asked, not as focused on the match as Professor McGonagall, with a quizzical expression as she listened to the cat cheering around her and then compared it to what was happening on the pitch.

"Nya?"

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Fish turned around, scratched his head and replied, "I'm cheering on both sides, anyway, Fish just wants to see them fight nya.... Ah! Those Veelas finally turned into birds nya!".

Fish, who had glimpsed the field out of the corner of his eye, shouted excitedly, unlike Rolf, who was frightened beside his.

On the field, the Veela's heads turned into sharp-beaked bird heads, and a pair of long, scaly wings emerged from their shoulders, as if they had been given a Multijuice Potion with bird feathers.

The half-human, half-bird maidens crossed the field, created a ball of fire with their palms, and hurled it at the Irish dwarves.

Not to be outdone, the dwarves used their tiny bodies to dodge the fireballs and then bully them, fighting the group of Veela with bird heads and human bodies....

It was far more interesting than the fight with the players, especially when the wizarding officials from the Ministry of Magic swarmed onto the field to try to separate the Veela from the dwarves.

Fish turned his attention to the brawl below, cheering them on loudly.

"Come on nya! If we work together to break those guys' wands, they won't be a threat nya!".

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Fish put his hands clasped together around his mouth, shouting motions out loud to the pets on the field.

I don't know if the Veelas and the dwarves actually heard Fish's shout, or if they realized they couldn't have a good fight until they got rid of the officers, but they did as Fish said, working together to break the officers' wands before leaving the wizards, who basically couldn't do anything without their wands, and fought together again.

"Nyajajajajajajaja! That's it, come on nya!"

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Even in the Forbidden Forest, Fish had never seen a fight of this magnitude, and the cat was having a great time watching it.

Unfortunately, the fun was short-lived, as Fish watched, when there was a loud cheer all around, and then the dwarves and Veelas stopped fighting, and the dwarves flew up into the sky with a cheer, and started forming all sorts of patterns and words again.

Although most of them were bruised and swollen, and their hair and beards had been burned off, Fish could still see the smiles on their faces.

On the other hand, the Veelas returned to their human appearance and walked away with their heads hanging dejectedly.

"Why don't they fight anymore? did the Veelas lose? but clearly they had the upper hand at this point?"

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Fish scratched his head in confusion and turned to Hermione to ask.

"Uh... because the Irish won, even though it was Krum who caught the Golden Snitch."

Hermione smiled helplessly and explained to Fish.

It was then that Fish noticed that the Bulgarian players in red jerseys had taken control of their flying brooms and landed on the ground, their expressions were not very happy and Krum's nose was still bleeding as he held the Golden Snitch in his hand.

On the other side of the pitch, the Irishmen in green were flying their brooms across the pitch, and the guy who had fallen to the ground earlier seemed to have fallen again and was being carried across the pitch in his arms by his teammates.

"So... they're not going to fight, are they?"

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Fish asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"Of course," Hermione continued with a wry, impotent smile, explaining to the unhappy Fish, "It's a Quidditch match, not a fight, and since the winner has already been decided, there's certainly no need for you to continue."

However, the Quidditch match didn't matter to Fish, the fight was Fish's main focus, and they had stopped in the middle of the match....

If you lose the game, shouldn't you get it back from the fight?

Quidditch is still boring, it's no fun at all!

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