As if it were planned, the turmoil in the stadium centered on one point and things became more and more chaotic.
After endless mutual teasing, the fans of both sides finally lost their patience, and just rushed at each-other!
They climbed over the simple railings and rushed to each other’s stands. Or, more directly, just took out their wands and cast spells at a distance.
With more and more people joining, the conflict in the stands quickly turned into a large-scale duel and scuffle.
Wizards took out their wands, waved them angrily, and used various evil spells on the ones opposing them.
Seeing this situation, the Ministry of Magic officials no longer cared about the Veela and the Leprechauns, and rushed straight to the stands.
“There seems to be something wrong down there?!” said Evan with some doubts.
The riot seemed to have come too suddenly and spread a little too far.
“Don’t worry, we’ll deal with this problem!” Mr. Weasley frowned. “We are going to help the department maintain order. Charlie, Bill, Percy, you three come with me, Sirius… ”
“I’ll take a look as well. I’ll be right back. Remember, you guys stay here and don’t go anywhere until I get back!” Sirius said, “Evan, keep an eye on Harry!”
He then followed Mr. Weasley and other Ministry officials out of the box and went down to reinforce the ones who were ahead.
Looking at their backs, Evan had an ominous hunch deep in his heart.
It seemed that something was about to happen. He rubbed his eyes, hoping it was just an illusion.
Everyone was shocked to see the scuffle that was gradually expanding in the stands below, only Harry and Ron were not aware of it.
Their minds were still in the heat of the game and they noticed nothing else.
“What on earth is going on?!” Ron removed the Omnioculars from his eyes and shouted. “Don’t you see it? Krum is injured, time-out, he can’t play like that!”
“The match?!” Ludo Bagman said in surprise.
He seemed to have just recovered his mind and turned his eyes back to the air, remembering that there was still a game.
“Oh, yes!” Bagman said loudly. “Krum is bleeding, broken nose it seems! But he seems to have seen the Golden Snitch!”
“Lynch has also seen it!” Harry shouted.
In the air, the two darted in almost at the same time, but Krum was a little farther away.
On the stands, some Irish supporters rose in another great wave of green, screaming their Seeker on.
Krum was on his tail. How could he see where he was going? Harry wondered; there were flecks of blood flying through the air behind him.
However, he was drawing level with Lynch as the pair of them hurtled toward the ground again…
“They’re going to crash!” Hermione shrieked and turned her eyes back to the match.
“No!” roared Ron.
“Lynch is!” yelled Harry.
He was right. For the second time, Lynch hit the ground with tremendous force and was immediately stampeded by a horde of angry Veela.
“He’s got it! Krum’s got it, it’s all over!” shouted Harry.
Krum, his red robe shining with blood from his nose, was rising gently into the air, his fist held high, a glint of gold in his hand.
The scoreboard was flashing BULGARIA: 160, IRELAND: 170 across the crowd, who didn’t seem to have realized what had happened. Then, slowly, as though a great jumbo jet were revving up, the rumbling from the Ireland supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight.
“IRELAND WINS!” Bagman shouted, seemingly taken aback by the sudden end of the match.”KRUM GETS THE SNITCH, BUT IRELAND WINS… good lord, I don’t think any of us were expecting that!”
“What did he catch the Snitch for?” Ron bellowed, even as he jumped up and down, applauding with his hands over his head. “He ended it when Ireland was a hundred and sixty points ahead. What a fool!”
“He knew they were never going to catch up!” Harry shouted back over all the noise, also applauding loudly. “The Irish Chasers were too good. Krum wanted to end it on his terms, that’s all…”
“He was very brave, wasn’t he?” Hermione whispered to Evan.
Evan did not answer her. He had no time to pay attention to the match and Krum!
Right below, in the stands, the chaotic battle was continuing, spreading more and more widely.
Although the Ministry of Magic officials were all concentrated there, it was in vain. The battle was unstoppable and was gradually escalating and spreading.
Various colors of magic rays flew through the air, and the roars, the scream and the magic explosions mingled to break through the clouds so powerfully, they scattered them!
The scene was absolutely shocking and everyone was dumbfounded.
Especially when looking down from the top, the reason was clear: There were 100,000 wizards here! This was definitely the battle of the largest scale in the history of magic!
“God, what are they doing?!” Bagman said with amazement. “The game is over, Ireland has won!”
Evan watched with surprise as the situation gradually got out of control, and suddenly woke up. He could sniff the stench of conspiracy.
He remembered what Elaine had said to him when she came to the tent. Voldemort and the vampires were ready to act tonight.
He thought it over carefully, and it was likely that Caresius had purposely asked Elaine to come and give him a tip.
But Elaine did not make it clear, and he did not know what plot Voldemort was planning.
Evan originally thought that it would happen in the camp after the match like in the books, a Death-Eater parade. They would cause confusion, and then go to Crouch’s tent to rescue Barty Jr.
It never occurred to him that Voldemort would start directly in the middle of the match and make such a big mess.
This guy was definitely a complete madman, worthy of his title as the most evil, and always going in with a bang!
Evan quickly rushed to the edge of the stands and carefully observed the situation below.
“These people are all mad! They should be celebrating, but they are all fighting!” Ludo Bagman widened his eyes and looked at the melee below, completely frightened!
“Where’s Barty Crouch?!” Fudge murmured. “Who can tell me what is going on down here?!”
The initially small-scale battle had spread throughout the stands.
Evan saw a lot of people wearing dark red hoods and masks on their faces, casting spells everywhere.
They were creating chaos and the crowd was getting more and more panicky.