Chapter 479: A chaotic game

As the game continued, the Irish team quickly scored two more goals, and it was only ten minutes into the match.

In the stands, there was a thunderous tide of roars and cheers from the green-clad supporters.

Hermione and Ginny jumped up and down excitedly, waving their arms with everyone.

The game was getting more intense and more brutal.

The Bulgarian team changed their tactics. Volkov and Vulchanov, the Bulgarian hitters, were hitting Bludgers as ferociously as possible in the direction of the Irish chasers, and were starting to prevent them from using some of their best moves.

They fought harder, the surprise offensive tactic worked, and soon they scored Bulgaria's first goal.

"Fingers in ears!" shouted Mr. Weasley when he saw the Veelas start dancing in celebration.

Down on the field, the Veelas began a very fast dance.

These dances seemed to have magic in them. Their screams echoed loudly across the field, and then came a louder scream.

Before the Veelas danced, Harry closed his eyes.

This time in the box, Ron was the only one enchanted, and Mr. Weasley quickly stopped him. Otherwise, Ron was likely to jump out of the stands.

"Look, looks like Krum found the Golden Snitch!" Harry suddenly shouted.

Everyone quickly looked at the two players, Krum and Lynch!

They quickly plummeted down the center of the chasers, so fast it looked like they had just jumped out of planes without parachutes.

The two men went straight down and seemed determined to catch the Snitch or hit the ground directly.

"Oh my God, they're going to crash!" shouted Hermione.

She was half right. At the last second, Viktor Krum came out of the dive and spiraled away.

Lynch, however, hit the ground with a thud heard throughout the stadium.

"Oh, no!" a huge groan rose from the Irish seats.

"You fool!" groaned Mr. Weasley. "Krum was faking it!"

"Time out!" shouted Mr. Bagman's voice.

The trained wizards rushed onto the field to examine Aidan Lynch.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine, he's just been plowed under!" Charlie comforted Ginny, who was hanging by the side of the box, looking terrible.

Hermione didn't look too good either; she curled up in her seat like a kitten.

Ivan patted her gently on the shoulder and whispered a few words of comfort.

"Of course, that's exactly what Krum wanted to accomplish..." Sirius analyzed, "The Wronski defensive feint is a very difficult move to evade dangerous Seekers. Only a few Seekers can do it so well. "

Harry and Ron replayed the scene with the Omnioculars, sending out bursts of astonishment every now and then.

After the treatment, Lynch finally stood up and got back in the game.

His resurgence seemed to give Ireland new hope.

The Hunters quickly organized the offense and soon led the Bulgarian team by one hundred and twenty.

The leprechauns, like a swarm of glowing wasps, rose into the air, swooped together and quickly formed the words "HA! HA! HA!" to provoke the Bulgarians.

Not to be outdone, the Veelas on the other side of the field jumped to their feet, pulled their hair angrily and began dancing again.

Harry, Ron and the Weasley boys stuck their fingers in their ears. They didn't want to fall to the Veelas and miss the match.

Only Ivan didn't; the Veelas' dancing didn't work on him, and they weren't against the crowd in the stands this time.

On the field, referee Hassan Mustafa suddenly landed right in front of the dancing Veelas, and he was acting very strangely. He was flexing his muscles and smoothing his mustache enthusiastically.

"Oh, we can't have that! Someone slap the referee!" Ludo Bagman said.

But listening to his tone, he also sounded very amused.

A medico wizard walked across the field, stuck his fingers in his ears and gave Mostafa a hard kick in the calf.

Mostafa seemed to come to. He looked particularly embarrassed and yelled at the Veelas, who stopped dancing and looked mutinous.

Driven by the extreme taunts and the widening gap between the two sides, the competition became more and more fierce and uncivilized.

Physical conflicts between players on both sides gradually increased, without any respect or rules.

In the end, Ivan found that the game was heading towards a chaotic trend with the mascots of both sides leading the charge.

Whether it was Veela or the goblins, they were magical creatures with strong magic.

In the fierce confrontation, their magic began to spread, affecting the crowd in the stands.

The goblins had risen into the air again, forming a giant hand, which was making a very rude signal to the Veelas across the field.

At this, the Veelas lost control. Instead of dancing, they rushed onto the field and began throwing what appeared to be fistfuls of fire at the goblins.

The entire playing field became a sea of flames, and the grass below was ablaze.

Now, the Veelas no longer looked so beautiful.

On the contrary, their faces were elongated into the heads of birds with cruel, sharp beaks, and their long, scaly wings were coming off their shoulders....

This was another look of the Veelas, and it was also their real form.

"And that, lads..." shouted Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below, "...is why you should never go for the looks alone!"

Ministry wizards flooded the field to separate the Veelas and the Goblins, and put out the fire, but with little success.

The Goblins had a golden glow. Anyone struck by these lights would go into a short period of dizziness, and even coma.

At that moment, the ongoing competition above was as chaotic as the fierce battle below.

The hitters on both sides showed no mercy and swung as hard as they could, regardless of whether the bats in their hands hit the ball or the person.

The other burly players, mounted on broomsticks, rampaged across the sky.

They tried to take advantage of their physical strength to knock the other players down.

However, the Irish team clearly dominated, and quickly scored a few more goals.

But the cheers of the Irish fans were barely audible over the shrieks of the Veelas, the explosions now coming from the wands of the Ministry members, and the furious roars of the Bulgarians.

This was the most chaotic game Ivan had ever seen, and there was no technique or showmanship whatsoever.

For a moment, the players on both sides were like the despicable Slytherin Quidditch team.

To win, they paid no attention to tactics and rules at all.

Referee Mostafa shouted angrily and wanted to stop both sides, but was distracted by a Veela.

She had thrown a handful of fire at him and set his broom on fire. He had no energy to keep order any longer.

Under the circumstances, Krum's nose seemed to have suddenly broken and there was blood everywhere.

In the crowd, fans of the Irish team and the Bulgarian team also began to fight.

The two sides clashed violently.