Chapter 510
Prophecy and Savages
Chapter 510 Prophecy and Savages
"Bulgaria wins!"
Ludo Bagman announced in a serious tone, "Krum has caught the Snitch... His final flight was beyond imagination, a first-time World Cup Seeker showing amazing talent..."
His tone didn't sound consistent with the cheering atmosphere in the stadium, but no one cared about it. Only Bagman himself was heartbroken as he used the magic of the loudspeaker to announce the end of the semi-final.
In the betting before the game, he had been advocating that the Bulgarian team had a high chance of winning, but in his heart he had a completely opposite view.
Bagman was once a professional footballer, playing for the Wimbourne Wasps. Until now, he still likes to wear the Wasps jersey. His proudest identity is also a Quidditch player, not the Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports of the Ministry of Magic.
All in all, Bagman was very confident in his vision. He felt that a young player like Krum, who was only 18 years old when he played, would definitely lack the psychological qualities to deal with such a large-scale game, and his chances of winning in the semi-finals were not high. But in the end, he actually won.
Bagman calculated the money he had lost. His head was buzzing so hard that he almost fell down the stairs.
Some were happy and some were sad. In a box a few floors away, Trelawney was calculating the money she had won from gambling, and she couldn't stop laughing.
She pulled up her large, colorful scarf to cover her mouth, and after laughing silently for a while, she finally controlled her expression and said with blurry eyes and an erratic tone:
"This is destiny's guidance. My third eye has long foreseen this moment... Ah, let me see, let me see the shadow under the moon..."
Everyone in the box looked at the "great" prophet in awe, only one or two people raised their heads and looked at the sun leaping above the clouds with puzzled expressions on their faces.
Trelawney said whatever came to her mind, not caring whether it was appropriate or not. She had already determined the outcome, so she just had to make up the rest.
"I saw... the broken towers, and a great upheaval approaching... I heard the crows crowing and the black dogs howling..."
Trelawney trembled all over and stretched out her thin arms as if trying to touch some invisible existence in the air.
The women around her stared with their eyes wide open and held their breath, not daring to disturb her divination at all.
Suddenly, Trelawney trembled violently, fell into an armchair, and covered her eyes with her hands, as if she had seen something that she could not bear to look at.
After a long while, a round-faced witch asked in a low voice: "What happened, Professor Trelawney, is it..."
——Is Grindelwald going to attack Britain?
She wanted to ask this, but before she could say it, she saw Trelawney put down her hand and glanced at the people around her with compassion.
"Poor people, you will understand one day... fate never lies..."
"What did you see, Professor?" asked another older woman in a trembling voice.
Trelawney smiled mysteriously and said, "I saw the end, and I saw the result of the final..."
Everyone was silent for a moment.
It's being said so seriously, as if the world is coming to an end, but in the end, is it still the winner of the final?
They all felt a little speechless, but when they thought about how some people didn't believe in Trelawney before, and as a result they all missed the opportunity to make a fortune, they felt that Trelawney's unique style of expression also made sense.
"Will you still bet with me?" Trelawney stared into the distance with an empty gaze and said, "You may doubt it, but fate only favors his true believers..."
The group of people no longer hesitated and took out their money bags. The table was soon filled with gold galleons. …
The crowd poured out of the stadium like a tide. The match lasted nearly fifteen hours, leaving most of the spectators who stayed to the end exhausted.
Therefore, many people in the stands Apparated. Wade and the others were still in good condition after having a hot breakfast, so they stayed in the box for a while longer, and only started to return to the camp after the peak period of congestion passed.
As they walked down the stairs, they saw the backs of the Bulgarian team in front of them. Krum, who had been so majestic just now, was walking behind the team with his feet turned outward, looking gloomy, and his shoulders were a little slanted.
He didn't look majestic at all like this, and even looked a little lame, and he walked with a listless look.
But Harry, seeing his idol, had a natural filter. He waved his hands happily and shouted, "Ved... Look, it's Krum!"
Krum... Krum... Krum...
The boy's excited voice echoed in the corridor. All the team members stopped and looked back subconsciously.
These people must have just drunk magic potion to cure colds. Their originally frozen pale faces were now flushed, with two long streams of smoke coming out of their ears. Their expressions and eyes all looked silly.
Harry: "..."
Krum nodded at the young fan without saying anything, but another player smiled and waved, and the group continued to walk away together.
"Let's go," said Sirius, patting Harry on the shoulder.
Harry walked in silence for a while. When he walked out of the gymnasium, he seemed to have recovered from the shock just now. He approached Wade and said with some regret:
"I actually forgot to bring a quill pen... Do you think he can give me an autograph next time we meet?"
"Who?" Wade asked subconsciously, somewhat distracted.
"Who else? Viktor Krum, of course!" Harry said emphatically. "One of the best Seekers in the world!"
"You can exchange autographs with him." Wade suggested halfheartedly, "You're Harry Potter! Maybe he wants your autograph too!"
"Really?" Harry said anxiously, "But I'm different from him. He has real skills... and he just left without saying a word..."
"That may be because he was in a hurry to go back and rest, so he didn't see your face clearly." Wade said: "Be more confident. When you are the same age as him, maybe you can join the national team."
Harry immediately fell into a new round of contemplation, muttering words like "seeker", "Auror", and "World Cup", obviously troubled by his future career choice.
Wade subconsciously glanced at the fur tent, and saw a bonfire in front of the tent. A tall man who looked like a savage came out of it, holding a small tin can in his hand.
There was a large cauldron on the fire, with hot water boiling inside. The man squeezed some black stuff from a jar and poured it into the cauldron, looking like he was cooking very carefully.
Wade smiled and walked past.
In the forest far away, huge trees were shaking, and the leaves made a rustling sound, like whispers.
(End of this chapter)