Section 1 In the next half hour, the top box gradually filled up with people - wizards in different clothes walked into the box in twos and threes, excitedly discussing the upcoming game, or greeting people they knew well. . Sauron and Fleur were sitting in the front row, but they were not disturbed. They were talking and laughing to themselves, enjoying the rare time between them. The stadium was buzzing with people. As time passed by, an indescribable atmosphere of fanaticism brewed in the air, eagerly waiting for the moment of catharsis. "Ladies and gentlemenwelcome!" Ludo Bagman's loud voice suddenly passed over the stadium and spread like thunder to every corner of the stands, "Welcome to watch the 422nd Olympic Games. Diqi World Cup Final!¡± The audience burst into cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic national anthem, and the scene was lively. On the giant blackboard on one side of the field, the ever-changing advertising slogans have been erased, and now it reads: Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0. ¡°Well, without further ado, please allow me to introducethe mascot of the Bulgarian national team!¡± On the right side of the stands was a neat bright red square formation, and loud cheers erupted at this moment. Like a gust of cold wind blowing through the summer grass, the gymnasium instantly became quiet. For a moment, even Sauron felt his breath stagnate. I saw a hundred Veela sliding towards the arena. Their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and their silver hair was fluttering behind their heads in the wind - it was a breathtaking beauty that made people laugh. Obsessed. Just then, the music started playing, and the Veela began to dance. As the graceful dances of these elves became faster and faster, a strong desire grew from the bottom of my heart, and it was out of control. It made people unable to think and just wanted to do something. Something remarkable. These charming elves danced in the air, and almost all the men present fell into a frenzy. "Terrible power." Sauron couldn't help but whisper, with surprise and a hint of fear in his narrow pupils - this kind of magic is so powerful, powerful enough to rival the power of a demigod. Sauron could "see" that under the guidance of Veela's magic, a large amount of spiritual energy was released from the enthusiastic audience, gathered and transformed in the void, and then further strengthened the Veela's magic - in the end, this A terrifyingly powerful force even began to transform further, burning like a flame at a level that ordinary people could not detect. This made Sauron couldn't help but think of a fact that made him a little horrified. As ancient creatures, these Veela are just ordinary members of the Holy Spirit Secret Realm. As the guardian of the Secret Realm, Elian is probably more powerful than he expected. And her sudden appearance will also bring greater changes. "What are you thinking, dear." Fleur's voice came, interrupting Sauron's thinking. She looked at Sauron with a narrow smile and said jokingly: "Why, our half souls were taken away. "Soran couldn't help but feel a little dumb. He grabbed the girl's hand and said with a smile: "Yes, my soul was taken away. Have you seen where he went?" The girl gave Sauron a slight glance. , but her slender fingers were intertwined with him. She turned her head and stared at the Veelas dancing in the air, wondering what she was thinking. The Veela dance didn't last long, at least not in the eyes of those who were obsessed with them. As the music stopped, the gymnasium became silent for a moment. Sauron noticed that there were many men in the box who seemed to have just woken up, staring there in a daze, while their female companions sat aside, looking at them gloomily. Watching them. But soon, angry roars sounded from all directions - people did not want the Veela to leave. At this moment, I am afraid that many people present were willing to give up the World Cup and keep watching this fascinating creature. "Now," Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "please raise your wand in the air welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!" Then, there was just a whooshing sound, and a huge, green and Something golden and white flew into the stadium, like a big comet. It flew around the stadium before splitting into two smaller comets, each hurtling toward a set of goal posts. An arched rainbow suddenly appeared across the entire arena, connecting the two big shining balls. The crowd erupted in exclamations of "ouch, ouch" as if they were watching a fireworks display. At this time, the rainbow disappeared, and the big shining balls connected and blended with each other to form a huge, shining clover, which rose high into the air and began to hover above the stands. Something crackled down from above, like golden raindrops - "Interesting." Sauron raised his eyebrows and played with a gold coin in his hand. He exerted slight pressure on his fingers, and the gold coin began to fall from where it touched the fingertips.The fire quickly turned into nothingness, leaving nothing behind. Obviously, these gold coins are not physical objects, but are shaped by special magic. Sauron raised his head. Huge clovers were hovering above their heads. They kept scattering huge gold coins, falling on their heads and seats, causing people to scramble for them and bend down to pick up gold coins on the ground. Sauron observed the clover carefully and found that it was actually composed of countless little people wearing red vests and mustaches, each holding a small golden or green lamp. "Irish little leprechauns!" Fleur said happily. She also picked up several gold coins and held them in her hands, looking at them carefully. "They are very skillful and use illusion and transformation techniques to the extreme. These little leprechauns "What a trick." But despite this, the girl still picked up a few more gold coins. The attraction of shiny gold coins to women is obvious, and this is no different in the Muggle world or the wizarding world. Soon, the giant clover disappeared, and the leprechauns slowly fell to the opposite side of the Veela on the field, sat down with their legs crossed, and prepared to watch the game. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce to you - Dimitrov!" A figure in red clothes riding on a broomstick, from below Flying into the arena from the entrance, he was flying so fast that he could hardly see clearly. He won wild cheers from the Bulgarian supporters. "Ivanova!" A second figure in a bright red robe flew out. "Zograv! Levsky! Volkanov! Volkov! Next is - Krum!" "Krum! Krum!" cheers rang out in the stadium, not just Many of the Bulgarian spectators and even the Irish spectators were chanting his name. Sauron squinted his eyes and stared at the man flying in the air on the broom - Viktor Krum was dark and thin, with gray-yellow skin, a big aquiline nose and two black lines. His thick black eyebrows looked like a huge eagle, exuding a gloomy temperament that was not commensurate with his age. "Krum Enclave is great!" Fleur said excitedly, "People say he is the best flyer ever!" "Yes." Sauron said lightly, with a smile on his face, "He plays well with the broom." "Now, please welcome - the Irish National Quidditch Team!" Bagman shouted loudly, "On the field are - Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallet! Moran ! Quigley! And - and - Lin Qi! " Seven blurry green figures flew to the field, and they were members of the Irish team. In an instant, there was another cheer, and at the same time, The flashes of countless panoramic telescopes. "And our referee today is Hassan Mustafa, the well-supported president of the International Quidditch Federation who flew all the way from Egypt!" A short, lean wizard wearing the same clothes as the gymnasium Dressed in pure gold robes of matching colors, she strode towards the arena. He was completely bald on the top of his head, but he had a lush beard. His whole head looked like a hairy egg. A silver whistle protruded from under his beard, and he held a large wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other. The old man stepped on his broomstick and kicked the wooden box away - four balls suddenly jumped into the air: the bright red Quaffle, the two black Bludgers, and the very small, long ball. The golden snitch with wings. Amid the roaring cheers of the audience, Musta whistled and followed the balls flying into the air - the game officially began! In the second quarter, the game went like a raging fire, with Ireland having a huge advantage in the score. However, as everyone had guessed, Krum played well. He rode a Firebolt and patrolled in the air, searching for his prey like an eagle. , not giving the Irish Seeker the slightest chance. "Ah, look at that, fast and effective offensive organization!" Bagman screamed, "This is Mallett! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Another pass to Mallett! Troy! Lefsky ! Moran! " On the podium, Bagman was explaining the game, his passionate voice filled with burning enthusiasm, as if he had returned to the energetic player days of the past. Everyone in the box behind Bagman was focused on the game, and so was Harry. He had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch game before - the speed of the players flying was simply unbelievable, and the chasers kept coming. He passed the Quaffle to the other players so fast that Bagman only had time to say their names. Harry constantly adjusts the function knobs of the panoramic telescope. Slow-motion playback and text annotations can help him see the game clearly., but he soon realized that this was not very feasible - as the game became more intense, the offensive and defensive speeds of the two teams were terrifyingly fast. Everything happened in an instant. If you watch it in slow motion, you would often miss it. Lots of great scenes. Harry knew the game of Quidditch very well, and he saw that the Irish team's chasers were superb. They worked together seamlessly, and their movements were very coordinated, as if each could see through the other's mind. The rose-shaped badge on Harry's chest kept screaming their names: "Troy - Mallett - Moran!" Within minutes, Ireland scored two more goals, eliciting overwhelming cheers and applause from the green-clad supporters. The competition became more intense and cruel. Perhaps because he was also a seeker, or perhaps because Krum's performance was so dazzling, Harry's eyes often stayed on Krum. He had never seen anyone flying like that. Krum looked as if he was not using a broomstick at all. He was flying freely in the air, as if he didn't need to rely on anything at all, and was as light as a feather. He had to admit that he felt envious and longed to ride the Firebolt like Krum and fly in the air under the attention of everyone. Suddenly, Bagman shouted with a loud voice: "Dimitrov! Levsky! Dimitrov! Ivanova - oh, my God!" One hundred thousand wizards held their breaths , watching the two seekers - Krum and Linzy - falling quickly among the chasers, so fast, as if they jumped out of the plane without a parachute. "They're going to fall to the ground!" Hermione next to Harry exclaimed. Without the panoramic telescope, it was too late. Harry held his breath and stared at Krum's figure in the sky with all his concentration. Involuntarily, his pupils suddenly became narrow and narrow. For a moment, everything around him became slow and clear - Harry saw Krum and Linzi diving down in slow motion, the strong wind passing through their jerseys, straightening the backswing; he could even clearly distinguish Every detail on Krum's face, his facial muscles were tense, and under his dark and thick eyebrows, the same black eyes were staring at the ground. This is a wonderful feeling. At this moment, the world is presented in front of Harry in a strange way. The cheers that were originally bombarding his eardrums like a tide have become extremely distant, but clearly audible. He can even hear it from the roar. He could distinguish every exclamation or cheer; his eyes stayed on Krum, but at the same time he could clearly see every other player on the field. Seeing them swinging the bat and dodging with the ball, he felt that he could even He can see clearly every person in the audience - he can understand everything if he wants to. This feeling is fascinating. Harry uses his spiritual power like an instinct. The obscure but powerful magic wave surges in his body. In his slightly narrowed eyes, the narrow pupils are dyed with cold silver, like the frosty moon. . The world he perceived changed again - groups of faint blue lights appeared in front of him, and strands of light escaped from these light groups, gathered together, and surged over the arena like a tide, emitting Dazzling brilliance, groups of bright haloes shuttled rapidly through the blue clouds, causing ripples and dissipating into the void. Each halo of light represented a person. Harry realized that the blue clouds connected everyone in a special way, including himself - the strands of blue light were connected by an invisible force. The traction surrounded him and gathered into his body, turning into a familiar force that made him feel particularly powerful. "This feels good." A sudden voice suddenly sounded in Harry's mind, with a familiar coldness. In this blue world, a black flame is burning quietly. The blue light swirls around the black fire and is slowly sucked into it, becoming part of the flame like fuel. In the black fire, a pair of golden pupils were clearly visible, making Harry feel as cold and sharp as a blade. That is Sauron. For Harry, this judgment requires no reason but is extremely clear, even though this is the first time Sauron has appeared in front of him in this special way. "Is this the world you see?" Harry whispered as if talking to himself, looking at Sauron without hesitation, as if the distance of hundreds of feet between the two ends of the field did not exist in reality. "This is the world we see," Sauron said calmly, "the world we see when we look down at the world from the sky." Harry was stunned, but after a moment he couldn't help but feel a ridiculous irony, and he closed his eyes He opened his eyes and shook his head with a wry smile. When he opened his eyes again, the world had returned to the familiar but ordinary appearance of the past. He looked at the famous figures in the box. Maybe they would feel superior when they were sitting in this luxurious box and scanning the dense audience in the stands opposite, but he didn't know that in the eyes of some people,?But he is also a living person who lives in the world and is looked down upon. The game is still going on, and the players of the two teams continue to chase through the air like the wind. The Irish team always maintains the lead and continues to expand the score. Finally, the game ended with a surprising ending - Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but Ireland won by 10 points. When Krum fell to the ground with a bloody nose and clutched the Golden Snitch, the stadium was silent for a moment, and then suddenly erupted into a wave of cheers the next moment. Ludo Bagman's loud voice shouted loudly: "Exceptionally exciting game, unexpected ending, let us cheer for all the players - the sky belongs to you!" There was another round of cheers in the stadium, Harry drummed Palm, but his eyes couldn't help but cast towards the stands opposite - there, someone was truly standing in the sky. PS: Due to some personal issues recently, updates have been interrupted for several days. I will try my best to make up for it next. Thank you all for your support and understanding!