great-warnovel Chapter 427 The Future Tathagata
Chapter 427 The Future Tathagata
Chapter 427 The Future Tathagata
The new Paris Saint-Germain team ultimately won the championship.
Although the Irish Green Hawks possess a tenacious will, superb skills, and a wealth of tactical reserves, their brooms are still slightly inferior.
Within the designated space for reform, their broomsticks were far inferior to the shamans, and even with the later addition of James, Sirius, and others, the situation could not be changed overnight.
Moreover, the team led by Krum is not weak either. They were previously air cavalry who trained full-time. In contrast, in the Irish community, these Quidditch enthusiasts also have to work hard to make a living on a daily basis.
In terms of both discipline and teamwork, they are still somewhat inferior to athletes selected from the actual military.
Amid cheers and screams, Krum caught the Golden Snitch with a very narrow lead, ending the game completely.
Of course, Hermione's strict requirement to score points and not play too wildly also played a part.
Even so, the match continued until late at night, and both teams were exhausted and hungry, and even the spectators were almost too tired to cheer anymore.
This is why award ceremonies are always held on the following day.
Unfortunately, neither of the two Voldemors showed up for this highly anticipated final match. It seems they only bought tickets for the last exhibition match, which left Hermione and Hilmi, who wanted to make their move earlier, slightly disappointed.
The gradually dispersing crowds would continue their revelry into the wee hours of the morning, with fireworks exploding in the sky, immersing the new Hogsmeade in a joyful atmosphere.
Hilmi and McGonagall stood atop the Quidditch pitch, overlooking the city in the dim, fluorescent blue light.
"This World Cup will bring more wizards together." The headmistress seemed to still be caught up in the Quidditch excitement; her cheeks were flushed, and she had just cheered for the players.
"It's a pity Dumbledore can't see these things."
Hermione's voice came from Hilmi's lips: "No, he can see. He's sleeping right there in the middle of the lake, isn't he?"
McGonagall: "Yeah, I was worried that the noisy game would keep him from sleeping well."
"Tomorrow is the most crucial moment, to kill Voldemort completely, on the lake where Dumbledore sleeps, at his tombstone!" Hermione said resolutely.
The night passed amidst continuous fireworks and noise.
Some fans partied all night and only fell into a deep sleep during the day, but most people didn't want to miss the final moments of the World Cup.
In the concentric rings of the ballpark, a magnificent temporary podium has been erected, its emblem composed of the Hogwarts crest, the waters of the Black Lake, and ribbons representing the joint efforts of various factions.
The trophy, with a gold base and inlaid with pyroxene crystals, was placed in the very center of the award ceremony.
Professor McGonagall and the representatives of the various factions stood at the back, with Hilmi beside them.
As the new Paris Saint-Germain team entered the stadium, the cheers reached a climax. Under the blazing August sun, Hogsmeade was like the only pure land in the apocalypse. People praised everything about the day and enjoyed the dazzling, warm sunlight.
Even if their stance differs from that of the UMNO party, the outcome of the game is unaffected by politics.
As Krum led his team around the field and landed on the podium amidst confetti and cannon fire, McGonagall greeted them with a smile.
"This is the most exciting Quidditch match I've ever seen, just as it was fifty years ago," the headmistress exclaimed sincerely.
Krum shrugged. "I'd be honored. Being a full-time Quidditch player wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
This was followed by some long speeches about the great unity of wizards worldwide, about the World Cup to be held every four years, and about love and peace.
McGonagall handled these tasks, while Hilmi and Hermione within him searched for Voldemort's whereabouts.
"They still haven't shown up. Could Grindelwald have made a mistake?" Hilmi wondered.
Hermione showed no sign of reassurance: "The time isn't up yet."
"Hey, look, Harry and the others are already going into the preparation area." The boy's attention was easily diverted.
"Pay attention, we won't have time to watch their game later."
"Oh, he'll be very disappointed, especially when he finds out you've gone back to Hogwarts."
"Don't say anything, it's your turn, the award ceremony is about to begin!"
McGonagall looked over; the trophy was to be presented by her and Hilmi together.
The score flew out of Hilmi's waist like a slippery fish, circling around the trophy.
This trophy embodies the passion, sweat, shouts, and tears of countless wizards, and it is also a symbol of Quidditch's revival fifty years later.
The convergence of beliefs made the pyroxene crystal on it shine brightly. At this moment, it was no longer an ordinary object, but a treasure with special characteristics.
McGonagall and Hilmi together held up the trophy and handed it to Krum.
"Keep it safe, it will become the base for the core of the pyroxene," Hilmi said with a smile.
Of course, Hogwarts wouldn't prepare an extra treasure with special significance, but this World Cup trophy just happened to meet the requirements. "Now, enjoy your honor, but don't let your guard down, the Hogwarts team isn't made of clay!" The boy declared war on behalf of Harry.
Krum turned around and, together with his teammates, lifted the trophy high, and the cheers reached another climax.
"It's a pity she can't see this—" he muttered to himself, his voice not loud, but Hilmi was right beside him.
Anger welled up inside him, but Hilmi secretly rejoiced; he already knew the whole story.
The awards ceremony ended amidst deafening cheers and fireworks.
"Next up! A show match between the newly crowned world's number one Quidditch team and the Hogwarts team!"
The newly appointed Director of the International Sports Cooperation Department shouted loudly, and the commentators recruited from the Daily News and Mrs. Hooch, who was acting as the referee, all took their places.
The magnificent podium rose high into the air, leaving the field to the two teams.
The team members flew out of the preparation area in a line and slowly formed a formation in the air.
However, Hilmi and Hermione's minds were no longer on the game; two Voldemors had appeared!
Just as the prophecy foretold, they arrived late, like two shifting shadows, moving through the audience.
He went to his seat.
"Get ready, set off the trap at any moment!" Hermione's cold voice echoed in her mind.
With just a flick of her finger, Hilmi could trigger the runes that had been set up in advance under her seat.
But suddenly, the female Voldemort stopped in her tracks. One of the spectators, captivated by her charm, couldn't resist tugging at her long skirt.
She frowned angrily and snatched the hem of her skirt back from the other person's hand.
But it seems that this minor unpleasantness made her lose the desire to go to her seat and watch the game.
She exchanged a few words with her hooded male companion, then swayed and turned away from the audience.
"Damn it! Grindelwald's prophecy has gone wrong!" Hilmi cursed inwardly.
According to the prophetic vision, the two should both be seated, but reality seems to have deviated slightly from the expected scenario.
Although the male Voldemort has already taken his seat, setting the trap now would allow the other one to escape, and alerting the enemy is not a good option.
Hermione silently detached from his body, seamlessly disappearing into the void to fill the gap, and no one noticed her presence.
"You stay here and keep an eye on the man, I'll go follow the woman."