Chapter 479: A Chaotic Game


    As the game continued, the Irish National Team quickly scored two more goals, and it was only ten minutes after the start of the game.


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


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


    The game was bing more intense, and more brutal.


    The Bulgarian Team changed their tactics. Volkov and Vulchanov, the Bulgarian Beaters, were whacking the Bludgers as fiercely as possible at 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 your ears!” bellowed Mr. Weasley when he saw the Ve starting to dance in celebration.


    Below in the field, the Ve began to dance a very fast dance.


    These dances seemed to have magic. Their shouts went off sharply on the field, then came a louder cry.


    Before the Ve danced, Harry closed up his eyes.


    This time in the box, Ron was the only one who was charmed, and Mr. Weasley quickly stopped him. Otherwise, Ron was likely to jump off the stands.


    “Look, Krum seems to have found the Golden Snitch!” Harry suddenly shouted.


    Everyone hurriedly watched the two yers, Krum and Lynch!


    They quickly plummeted through the center of the Chasers, so fast that it looked as though they had just jumped from airnes without parachutes.


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


    “Oh, my God, they’re going to crash!” screamed Hermione.


    She was half right. At the veryst second, Viktor Krum pulled out of the dive and spiraled off.


    Lynch, however, hit the ground with a dull thud that could be heard throughout the stadium.


    “Oh, no!” A huge groan rose from the Irish seats.


    “Fool!” moaned Mr. Weasley. “Krum was feinting!”


    “Time-out!” yelled Mr. Bagman’s voice.


    Trained mediwizards hurried onto the field to examine Aidan Lynch.


    “Don’t worry, he’ll be okay, he only got ploughed!” Charlieforted Ginny, who was hanging over the side of the box, looking horror-struck.


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


    Evan gently patted her on the shoulder and whispered a few words offort.


    “Of course, that’s exactly what Krum wanted to achieve…” Sirius analyzed, “Wronski Defensive Feint is a very difficult move used to elude dangerous Seekers. Only a few Seekers can do it so well.”


    Harry and Ron reyed the scene with Omniocrs, sending out bursts of wonder from time to time.


    After treatment, Lynch finally got to his feet and returned to the game.


    His revival seemed to give Irnd new hope.


    The Chasers quickly organized the offensive and soon led the Bulgarian Team by a hundred and twenty.


    The Leprechauns, like a swarm of glittering hos, rose into the air, darted together and quickly formed the words “HA! HA! HA!” to provoke the Bulgarians.


    Not to be outdone, the Ve on the other side of the field leapt to their feet, tossed their hair angrily, and started to dance again.


    Harry, Ron, and the Weasley boys all stuffed their fingers into their ears. They didn’t want to fall to Ve and miss the game.


    Only Evan did not do that; the Ve’s dance did not work on him, and they were not against the audience in the stands this time.


    On the field, referee Hassan Mustafa suddenlynded right in front of the dancing Ve, and was acting very oddly indeed. He was flexing his muscles and smoothing his mustache excitedly.


    “Oh, we can’t have that! Somebody p the referee!” Ludo Bagman said.


    But listening to his tone, he sounded highly amused as well.


    A mediwizard came tearing across the field; his fingers stuffed into his own ears, and kicked Mostafa hard in the calf.


    Mostafa seemed toe to himself. He looked particrly embarrassed and shouted at the Ve, who stopped dancing and were looking mutinous.


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


    The physical conflicts between the yers on both sides were gradually increasing, without any respect or rules.


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


    Whether it was Ve or Leprechauns, they were magical creatures with strong magic.


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


    The Leprechauns had risen into the air again, forming a giant hand, which was making a very rude sign at the Ve across the field.


    At this, the Ve lost control. Instead of dancing, theyunched themselves across the field and began throwing what seemed to be handfuls of fire at the Leprechauns.


    The entire ying field became a sea ofmes, and thewn below was burning.


    Now, the Ve looked no longer so beautiful.


    On the contrary, their faces were elongating into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long, scaly wings were bursting from their shoulders…


    This was another look of Ve and it was also their real form.


    “And that, boys…” yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below, “…is why you should never go for looks alone!”


    Ministry wizards were flooding onto the field to separate the Ve and the Leprechauns, and put out the fire, but with little sess.


    The Leprechauns had a golden glow. Anyone hit by these lights would enter a short period of dizziness, and evena.


    At this moment, the ongoingpetition above was as chaotic as the fierce battle below.


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


    The other burly yers, riding broomsticks, rampaged through the sky.


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


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


    But the cheers of the Irish supporters were barely heard over the shrieks of the Ve, the sts now issuing from the Ministry members’ wands, and the furious roars of the Bulgarians.


    This was the most chaotic game that Evan had ever seen, and there was no technique or spectacle at all.


    For a moment, the yers on both sides were like the despicable Slytherin Quidditch Team.


    In order to win, they did not pay attention to tactics and rules at all.


    The referee Mostafa yelled angrily and wanted to stop both sides, but he was distracted by a Ve.


    She had thrown a handful of fire at him and set his broom tail alight. He had no energy to continue to maintain order.


    Under these circumstances, Krum’s nose seemed to have been suddenly broken, and there was blood everywhere.


    In the audience, fans of the Irish team and the Bulgarian team also started to fight. The two sides collided violently.