Chapter 350 Pre-Game Mobilization (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Huan Yu)

As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the campground like a palpable cloud.

Even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation at dusk.

At this time, a deep and deep sound of gongs came from somewhere far away in the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the arena.

"It's time!" said Mr. Owen Harris, looking equally excited as everyone else. "Hurry up, let's go!"

Owen and Lucius Malfoy led the way. After lunch, they had been communicating and seemed very satisfied with each other.

Draco Malfoy held the rose logo of the England team in one hand and the magical statue of Alan Harris in the other hand, following Alan with a smile on his face.

They walked quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage.

They could hear thousands of people moving around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

This kind of feverish excitement was very contagious, and Allen's emotions were aroused and he laughed heartily.

Passed the ticket inspection smoothly and entered the magnificent stadium.

The stairs leading up to the stadium are covered in burgundy carpet.

They climbed up the stairs together with the crowd, and slowly the crowd entered the stands on the left and right sides.

The group led by Owen kept going up and finally reached the top of the stairs.

They found themselves in a small box at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goal.

There are a dozen purple and gold-plated seats here, divided into two rows. This is an exclusive box that Irving specially booked at a high price.

Irving did not stop here. He just asked his family and his son's friends to put down their things, and then continued forward with his three sons to another top-floor box.

Lucius also took Draco with him.

"Mr. Harris, nice to meet you. Alan, nice to meet you." Sirius Black shook hands with Owen politely, which was a bit inconsistent with his usual feeling.

"Alan, your idea is very good. Harry and I had a great time during this holiday." Sirius' face cleared away the previous gloom and he said happily to Alan.

"Vernon must have a pretty face." Alan also laughed.

As they entered the box, Percy Weasley stood up and saluted Owen hastily, looking as if he had just sat on the back of a quill-covered porcupine.

Ron saw Alan and Malfoy entering with Harry, curled his lips, and pulled Harry over.

Draco glared at Harry and Ron contemptuously, and stood behind Alan without saying a word.

At this time, Owen suddenly laughed and said: "Bagman, why are you collecting money from children?"

Bagman turned back in surprise, immediately put away the gold galleons in his hand, and walked over to shake hands with Mr. Harris.

"Ludo, are you ready?" Owen asked.

"Of course, my passion is ready to go." Bagman smiled with a smile on his face and waved his hand, as if to say that this was nothing.

"Are you betting on football?" Allen asked after greeting Bagman politely.

Bagman glanced at Owen and seemed relieved to see that he was still smiling.

"It adds a little excitement to the game," Bagman said lightly.

"Want to place a bet on the game, Lucius?" Owen asked with interest.

"Of course." Lucius laughed. For him, it was just like buying some fish, chips and beer while watching a football game.

"Let me think about it... I bet England to win with a thousand galleons, and Alan catches the Golden Snitch." Owen said, his temperament seemed a bit like a nouveau riche, and the people of the Weasley family looked a little shocked. .

Allen knew that Bagman was completely unable to come up with the money. He wanted to stop his father, but then he understood his father's intention.

The father probably knew about Bagman's financial situation, and he probably did this to better control him.

At the same time, for Irving, this is also a way to cheer for his son in disguise.

"A thousand gold galleons?" Ludo Bagman seemed a little at a loss, but quickly regained his composure, "The odds I give you won't be too high. Because I also believe that Allen will catch Live the Snitch.”

He winked at Alan.

Lucius glanced at him and said without any fluctuation in his voice: "I will pay the same amount, betting that England will win and Allen will catch the Golden Snitch."

Bagman looked like he was about to cry: "For such a big bet, I still have to lower the odds. Are you sure you want to bet?"

Lucius glanced at him lightly, which made Bagman instantly understand that the matter had reached a point where it could not be changed.

Ludo Bagman slowly took out his notebook and quill, and reluctantly wrote the names of Mr. Harris and Mr. Lucius on them.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking behind them.

It turned out that when the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge himself arrived, Percy bowed too low and his glasses fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Embarrassed, he repaired the lens with his wand and then sat blankly in his seat.

Owen immediately walked up to him, and Fudge greeted him like an old friend, and then greeted Alan cordially.

Fudge held Alan's hand lovingly like a father, greeted him, and introduced him to the wizard sitting next to him, as if their previous relationship could not be more familiar.

"Alan Harris, you know," he shouted to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who was wearing a gorgeous black velvet robe trimmed with gold and who looked like he didn't understand a word of English, "the Quidditch World Cup is the biggest ever. Young Seeker, you must know who he is—"

The Bulgarian wizard looked at Allen carefully, immediately became excited, and muttered a series of words loudly.

"Thank you for your compliment. My Animagus is indeed a phoenix." Allen suddenly started to chirp.

"It's really outstanding. You can also speak our Bulgarian language. You and Klum are both young talents!" The wizard from Bulgaria looked at Allen with admiration.

Although Allen is not old, he is neither humble nor overbearing, which has won the favor of almost everyone present.

"That's great, Alan, you can speak the Bulgarian language. It's so hard to communicate with him. God knows how I spent my day. Crouch does understand Bulgarian, but..." Fudge frowned Frowning, he smiled very kindly in an instant.

"It's a pity that you still have to participate in the competition. This is Mr. Oblansk - Mr. Obalansk - he is the Minister of Magic in Bulgaria. It doesn't matter. He doesn't understand what I'm talking about anyway." Fudge told Allen introduced.

Allen saluted the other party again, and the Bulgarian minister had a good impression of Allen, and chatted with Allen about the customs of the two countries and the Quidditch game.

On the side, Ludo Bagman seemed to have figured something out and regained his energy.

"Is everyone ready?" he said, his round face shining like a giant ball of cheese. "Minister - can we start?"

"Start as you say, Ludo," said Fudge kindly.

Seeing this, Allen quickly said goodbye. He needed to join the team.

The atmosphere in the stadium outside was extremely heated, and Allen apparated to the locker room, changed into his uniform, and was with his teammates, preparing for the much-anticipated final game of the season.

They have changed into their uniforms and are sitting together in the locker room. Head coach Geraldine is going to give them a pep talk.

His falcon-like eyes glanced sharply at the players sitting below.

"I don't really know what to say, three minutes later, it's the biggest fight of our careers."

Everyone, whether they were staring at the coach with bright eyes or holding their heads in their hands, were listening attentively.

"It's all coming today, we can go to glory as a team, or we will collapse, point after point, blow after blow, until we are finished." Geraldine's tone was extremely solemn.

The entire locker room is under low pressure.

"I can't fight for you now, in fact it's obvious that I'm too old!" Geraldine lamented.

Everyone looked at him in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that such weak words came from a coach who was famous for his iron-blooded tactics.

"I looked around and I saw these young faces and I just thought..."

He paused and continued: "I mean, did I make a mistake that a middle-aged person might make. I, uh..."

His words attracted the attention of all the players, and even Banks, who had his head buried, raised his head and stared at him.

"I squandered all my money, believe it or not." He patted the information in his hand, "I also drove away the people who once loved me."

His tone became heavier: "Recently, I can't even face my face in the mirror."

"You know, as you get older, a lot of things leave you. That's part of life. But it's only when you start losing that you realize that life is a scoring game, like It's Quidditch."

The players began to think along his lines.

"Because whether it's the game of life or Quidditch, the room for you to make mistakes is very small." He turned sideways and started to back up, "I mean, if you are half a step too early or half a step too late, you will not achieve your goal; half a second too early Or half a second late and you can’t catch the ball.”

"Every minute we need it, it's right there with us, every minute, every second."

The players cheered and some even clapped their hands.

Geraldine raised his hands, stopped them, and continued: "Our whole team is fighting for this point. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net The whole team is ready to break into pieces for this point, and we are gearing up for this point. "He raised his right hand as if to seize victory.

The team members followed Geraldine closely, praising and cheering loudly.

Geraldine's tone became more determined, "Because we know that adding up every point is the dividing line between victory and defeat, the dividing line between life and death,"

Some of the team members looked at Geraldine excitedly with their eyes red.

"In any battle, those who are not afraid of death will always win that point. I also know that I can still live a meaningful life because I am still willing to fight for that point until the last moment."

Geraldine's tone became heated.

"I can't let you do it now. You have to look at the comrades around you and look into their eyes."

The team members looked at each other.

"I think you will see comrades who are willing to fight with you and fight for every point."

Cohen, who was casual at first, couldn't help but step forward to listen more carefully.

"You will see a comrade who is willing to sacrifice himself for you and the team. Because he knows that when necessary, you will do the same for him."

"That's what teamwork is, gentlemen. And whether we're working as a team or individually at the mercy of others, that's what Quidditch is."

Geraldine spread her hands and the room fell silent.

"this is all."

He looked at all the team members eagerly, "Now, tell me, what should you do?"

The team members stood up one after another, making noises, full of fighting spirit, and with determined expressions on their faces, following Geraldine, preparing to step onto their own arena, their stage.