Chapter 227: A Bet With Cho

A girl's mood goes up and down quickly.

When the Irish leprechaun left the field and players from both sides made their appearances one after another, Cho also returned to normal.

She knew that Arthur wouldn't abandon her for some other girl. It was just an instinctive sense of insecurity after seeing Veela's beauty.

The girls were discussing which team was stronger.

Astoria confidently said, "I think Ireland is stronger; their Seeker scored many points in previous matches."

Looking at the booklet in her hand, Cho continued, "But Bulgaria's Seeker is also very skilled. Nagini, what do you think?"

As the Seeker herself, Cho was more interested in this position. She noticed Nagini hadn't spoken and asked curiously.

"Huh?"

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

"I think... I'll just follow the master's opinion.

She replied, seeking Arthur's guidance.

Nagini only knew a little about Quidditch, so she didn't know how to analyze strengths and weaknesses, but she wanted to fit into Cho's circle.

"Though Bulgaria catches the Golden Snitch, Ireland will ultimately win.

Arthur said something smart, which made Cho look down on him.

The possibility of that result was small; it had only happened twice in the past 441 World Cups.

Arthur whispered something to Cho, and her face turned crimson.

"You agreed?"

Arthur looked at her expectantly, and Cho hummed and nodded.

Arthur was destined to lose the bet!

...

"The match begins!"

Ludo Bagman's enthusiastic voice echoed throughout the stadium.

"Mullet! Troy! Ireland takes the lead in the attack! Goal! A beautiful shot by Moran!"

Everyone in the box watched the game through their Binoculars.

The match was incredibly exciting, with players showing amazing skills far above the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup level.

As Astoria had said, Ireland's Seeker was top-notch, scoring three goals within the first five minutes.

"Look! Krum is making a move! Lynch is following... Oh, f**k! Stupid Lynch, he fell for it!"

Ludo Bagman sounded frustrated when Krum pretended to spot the Golden Snitch, tricking Ireland's Seeker Lynch into crashing to the ground.

Bulgarian fans booed.

"So pathetic! Go home and play with your toy Quidditch!"

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

Irish fans retorted, and both sides got into a heated back-and-forth.

The match was briefly interrupted as a few medics ran onto the field to check on Lynch.

Finally, in the middle of the cheers from Irish supporters, Lynch stood up again.

After more than ten minutes of intense play, Ireland scored over ten goals in a row.

"Except for Krum, the rest of the Bulgarian players are hopeless."

Arthur couldn't help but comment. The Irish players were playing better than the Bulgarians, who couldn't find the Snitch.

At this moment, Krum was like a lone hero as he went up against the whole Irish team with courage.

He kept performing various distractions to confuse Lynch and sometimes even disrupt Ireland's offensive players.

"Lynch is making a move! He's diving again!"

Bagman spoke rapidly, "Krum is right behind him! They've spotted the Golden Snitch!"

Tension filled the field as everyone watched the two Seekers entangled together.

Krum's previous injury had reopened, and Arthur could see a few drops of blood following behind them.

"They're going to collide!"

Astoria nervously raised her binoculars.

"No, only Lynch will!"

Cho replied firmly.

Cho had predicted that Lynch would crash hard the second time, but Krum was successful in catching the Golden Snitch.

"Ireland wins!"

Bagman exclaimed excitedly, but he seemed a bit bewildered as he didn't anticipate the match ending so quickly.

"Although Krum caught the Snitch, Ireland won the final championship with a score of 170 to 160. My goodness! Nobody expected this outcome!"

Inside the stadium, Irish supporters cheered passionately, and numerous fireworks erupted from wands.

Bulgarian fans, on the other hand, grumbled as they left the venue, no longer in the mood for the awards ceremony.

After the International Association of Quidditch President presented the trophy to the Irish players, the 442nd Quidditch World Cup ended in an enjoyable way.

Arthur and his friends left the box, and coincidentally, Hagrid also came out with a group of people from a nearby box.

Some officials from other magical ministries recognized Arthur and rushed up to him, trying to start talking and convince him to sell some alchemical beings to their countries.

Due to his laziness, there weren't many alchemical beings circulating in the market, but every buyer liked Arthur's work, which got more people interested in what he made.

Arthur saw Bartemius standing in the last position with a house elf beside him.

However, the reason why he paid special attention to Bartemius was that beside him was a thin man wearing an invisibility cloak.

'This should be Bartemius's son, Barty Jr.'

Arthur thought silently.

Barty was a loyal supporter of Voldemort, and in the original story, he

pretending to be Moody to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

Arthur had already chosen Sirius as the next term's professor, but he didn't know how things would turn out in the future.

Arthur walked up to Karkaroff in a calm way and cast a tracking spell on Barty Jr. without anyone noticing.

"Mr. Bartemius, are you here to watch the match with your house-elf?"

Arthur's words made Bartemius' heart skip a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

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

"Yeah, thanks to Bartemius and Ludo, this World Cup was such a success.

Fudge praised them, and Arthur didn't argue, simply smiling in agreement.

As Arthur's group walked back to their camp along the lantern-lit path, it was already late at night.

The Irish songs filled the night sky, and their mascot, the leprechaun, flew around, sometimes showering the crowd with a few golden coins.

"These coins are fake and will disappear after a while,"

Arthur reminded Astoria, who seemed tempted.

"Fine,"

The young witch pouted.

Even though she came from a wealthy family, her mom didn't give her much pocket money. She had hoped that this event would bring her some money, which she didn't expect.

Back at the camp, Harry and the Weasley twins were discussing Krum's feint, and Wood, the former Gryffindor Quidditch captain, explained the move with his wand.

"Harry, all you need to do is brake when you're about three inches from the ground, and you'll avoid crashing like Lynch did."

Wood said.

Everyone stared at Wood in disbelief. Braking at three inches from the ground at such a high speed, who could calculate the distance so precisely?

"Alright, children! It's late now; what you need is rest.

Mr. Weasley stopped the late-night talk and told everyone to go back into the tent.

Arthur looked at Cho with a meaningful gaze, and she blushed, unable to meet her boyfriend's eyes.

She regretted making that bet with Arthur earlier.

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