Chapter 427 Quidditch Is Really Boring

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

"Minerva, the speed of the Firebolt is only this fast meow? It's not as fast as the Wuwu and the others meow..."

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

"Minerva, isn't the Golden Snitch right above the bald referee meow? Why don't they catch it?"

"Minerva, the Golden Snitch flew behind the red player with braids, just behind his neck."

"Minerva, the one in green is about to hit the ground... Is he stupid meow?"

"Minerva..."

Fisch kept commenting on the situation on the field. Due to the dynamic vision of cats, basically nothing can escape their eyes, and the position of the Golden Snitch was announced by him every once in a while...

This made the group of Quidditch players on the field look stupid, and also led to a significant decline in Professor McGonagall's viewing experience.

"..."

Professor McGonagall put down the telescope in her hand and looked speechlessly at the cat next to her who was still "spoiling" the game.

In addition to being speechless, Professor McGonagall was also somewhat depressed...

Why does her little cat not like Quidditch when he is so capable? If he had joined the school team, the Quidditch Cup last year and the year before would never have fallen into the hands of Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

"Why are you staring at Phish all the time? Aren't you watching the game?"

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Phishi tilted his head and asked with a puzzled cat face.

Hermione next to him held back her laughter, gently tugged on Phish's clothes, and whispered, "Phishi, don't keep talking and disturb Minerva from watching the game."

"But isn't Phish afraid that Minerva can't see clearly? She also uses that telescope to slow down the action."

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The cat said confidently, not thinking that he had done anything wrong.

"It's like you are watching a cartoon, and I keep telling you what will happen next in your ear. Does Phish like this?"

After a summer of close contact, Hermione has learned how to take care of cat children.

"Hmm... I don't like it, meow!"

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Fish pondered for a moment, then shook his head quickly, and then shut his mouth obediently.

Professor McGonagall gave Hermione a look of approval, and then turned her attention back to the court. She was finally able to watch the game with peace of mind.

The quiet Fish gradually felt bored. He no longer paid attention to the situation in the court, but looked around, looking for people he knew in the audience.

When Fish went through everyone in the audience, the game in the court became more and more intense. Because the Irish team was leading by a large score, the Bulgarian players' actions gradually became rough, and the Irish team, as the leader, naturally would not back down. The gunpowder smell of the game became more and more intense, so Fish turned his attention back to the court.

"Beat him! Beat him, meow! Hit him in the head, idiot!"

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The cat and the surrounding audience shouted at the court.

Although Fish thought that the group of people's skills were really terrible, the court was so noisy that he couldn't sleep, so he could only rely on the players' fights to pass the time.

"Fish, who are you cheering for?"

Hermione was not as focused on the game as Professor McGonagall. She listened to the cheers of the cats beside her and compared them with the situation on the court, and asked with a strange expression.

"Meow?"

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Fish turned around and scratched his head and replied, "Both sides are cheering. Anyway, Fish just wants to watch them fight meow...ah! Those veelas finally turned into birds meow!"

The cats who glimpsed the situation on the court with the corner of their eyes, unlike Rolf who was frightened next to them, shouted excitedly.

In the court, the heads of the veelas turned into pointed bird heads with sharp beaks, and a pair of long, scaly wings emerged from their shoulders, looking like they had drunk a polyjuice potion with bird feathers.

The group of half-human, half-bird veelas crossed the court, creating balls of fire from their palms, and threw them at the Irish leprechauns.

The leprechauns were not to be outdone. They used their small bodies to flexibly dodge the fireballs thrown by the veelas, and then rushed forward to fight with the group of bird-headed veelas...

This was much more interesting than the fight between the players, especially after the wizard officials of the Ministry of Magic rushed into the court and tried to separate the veelas and leprechauns, the scene became even more chaotic.

Fish decisively focused his attention on the three-way melee below and cheered for them loudly.

"Come on, meow! First, work together to break the wands of those guys, and they will no longer be a threat, meow!"

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Fish put his hands to his mouth and loudly gave advice to the mascots on the court.

I don't know if the group of veela and leprechauns really heard Fish's shouts, or if they found that they couldn't have a good fight unless they got rid of the officials. Anyway, they really did as Fish said, and worked together to break the officials' wands, and then abandoned the group of wizards who basically couldn't do anything without wands, and fought again.

"Meowhahahaha! That's it! Come on meow!"

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Even in the Forbidden Forest, Fish had never seen such a large-scale fight, and the cats were very happy to watch it.

Unfortunately, happy times are always short-lived. Fish was watching happily when suddenly there was a huge cheer around him. Then the leprechauns and veelas who were fighting stopped. The leprechauns cheered and flew to the sky, and began to form various patterns and words again.

Although most of them were bruised and swollen, and their hair and beards were burned a lot, Fish could still see the irrepressible smiles on their faces.

On the other side, the veelas restored their human appearance and walked to the side dejectedly.

"Why don't you fight anymore, meow? The veelas lost? But they were clearly the upper hand just now?"

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

"Uh... because the Irish team won, although it was Krum who caught the Golden Snitch."

Hermione smiled helplessly and explained to the cat.

Only then did Firsh notice that the Bulgarian players in red jerseys had already controlled their broomsticks and landed on the ground. They all looked unhappy. Krum, who was holding the Golden Snitch, was still bleeding from his nose.

On the other side, the Irish players in green jerseys were flying their broomsticks all over the field. The guy who had fallen to the ground before seemed to have fallen again and was being carried around the field by his teammates.

"So... they are not going to fight anymore, right, meow?"

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Firsh frowned and asked with great dissatisfaction.

"Of course," Hermione continued to smile helplessly and explained to the unhappy cat, "This is a Quidditch game, not a fight. The winner has been decided, so of course there is no need for them to continue fighting."

However, the outcome of Quidditch was not important to Firsh at all. The outcome of the fight was the focus of the cat. As a result, they stopped playing halfway through the game...

If they lost the game, wouldn't they have to get it back from the fight? !

Quidditch was really boring and not interesting at all!

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Yesterday was Luna's birthday…I only found out when I was giving a heart to the character last night…_(:зゝ∠)_

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I got a Mango membership from a friend a few days ago and watched the latest Great Detective. Then, during my break yesterday, I watched two episodes of the previous season and found something very interesting.

The third case of the sixth season is about ghostwriting and plagiarism. Da Zhangwei's character is a person whose letters were stolen and whose identity was taken away. In the last detective energy station, he only said a few words, and he talked about how miserable the character he played was. He avoided talking about the ghostwriting…

I don't know how he felt at the time. In addition, I suspect that the production team that designed this case and invited guests was intentional.