Witcher at Hogwarts

Fortunately, at that moment, the music came to an abrupt stop.

Harry blinked and finally snapped out of his daze, realizing he was standing with one leg propped awkwardly against the box wall.

Beside him, Ron had frozen mid-motion, poised as though preparing to dive off a springboard.

The two exchanged embarrassed glances, their expressions as bewildered as a pair of startled geese.

"Harry! Ron! You two idiots!" Hermione's voice rang out sharply, her face alight with irritation.

She was thoroughly unimpressed with her friends' nymph-like behavior.

As the Veelas bowed gracefully to the audience and exited the stage one by one, the arena erupted with frustrated shouts.

The crowd didn't want them to leave, their enchantment still holding sway. Even fans who had been ardently supporting the Irish team moments earlier joined the uproar.

Meanwhile, Ron, still in a daze, was tearing the clover emblem off his hat.

Mr. Weasley leaned forward with a chuckle and plucked the hat from Ron's hands.

"You'll need that for the Irish show," he said kindly.

As if on cue, Ludo Bagman's booming voice echoed through the arena.

"Wands in the air, everyone! Welcome the Irish national team mascot!"

A collective cheer rose from the crowd as a brilliant, green-and-gold streak of light zipped into the stadium like a comet.

The streak soared around the arena before splitting into two smaller orbs, each darting toward opposite goalposts. Then, with a shimmer of magic, a magnificent rainbow arched across the entire arena, connecting the two glowing lights.

Gasps of awe rippled through the crowd, as though they were witnessing an extraordinary fireworks display.

The rainbow vanished in a flash, leaving behind a massive, sparkling shamrock. It hovered high above the stands, dazzling the audience, as glittering golden raindrops began to fall.

Ethan caught one and examined it closely. Though it looked remarkably real, he recognized it as a magical construct. To confirm, he pressed the golden Galleon in his hand. It disintegrated into a fine dust of light.

The source of the coins soon revealed itself: a troop of tiny figures clad in red vests, sporting mustaches and carrying miniature green or gold lanterns. They were Irish leprechauns, tossing the magical gold coins into the air.

The crowd erupted into chaotic excitement, diving under seats or scrambling to collect as many coins as they could.

Ron, entirely unbothered by appearances, had stuffed his shirt full of coins and was still scrabbling for more, determined to make the most of the windfall.

The Weasleys' financial struggles were no secret, and Ron's pocket money had always been limited. The sight of gold raining down seemed like a miracle he couldn't ignore.

Draco Malfoy, standing nearby, sneered at Ron's display.

"Pathetic," Draco muttered under his breath, his tone dripping with disdain. His father had already warned him about the leprechauns' gold, which would inevitably vanish after a time. Unlike Ron, Draco was far too smug to fall for such a ruse.

Finally, the enormous clover shimmered and disappeared, leaving behind the Irish leprechauns, who descended gracefully to the arena's opposite side. They crossed their legs and sat down, ready to enjoy the match as spectators opposite the Veelas.

Ron, his shirt still bulging with magical coins, returned to his seat, eager to watch the most anticipated game of the season.

As the game officially began, Ludo Bagman's voice boomed across the stadium, introducing the players.

Ethan, however, paid no attention. His interest in the match was nonexistent; instead, he occupied himself with the energy of the crowd and occasional small talk with Fudge. The Minister of Magic was equally disinterested, more focused on networking with influential wizards than on the sport unfolding before them.

The players took to the sky, and the game quickly turned electrifying. Both teams executed daring maneuvers, their broomsticks weaving intricate patterns as the Quaffle darted between players. The audience was on their feet, cheering and applauding as the match grew more intense with each passing moment.

But the intensity soon took on a more aggressive tone. The Beaters began swinging their bats with little regard for the rules, and the Quaffle struck one unfortunate player, sending them plummeting from their broom.

Tensions escalated further as the mascots joined the fray. The Irish leprechauns rose into the air once more, this time forming an enormous glowing hand that made an unmistakably rude gesture toward the Veelas.

This provocation pushed the Veelas over the edge. Abandoning their enchanting dances, they transformed. Their faces elongated into sharp, bird-like beaks, and scaly wings burst from their shoulders. They flew across the field, hurling flaming projectiles at the leprechauns.

Chaos erupted. The Aurors attempted to intervene but found themselves overwhelmed as the mascots clashed violently.

The pandemonium spilled over to the players. A Bludger struck Viktor Krum squarely in the nose, causing it to bleed profusely as he barely clung to his broom. The sight of their star Seeker injured ignited the fury of the fans.

The stadium descended into mayhem. The shrill cries of the enraged Veelas filled the air, mingling with the crackle of spells fired by Ministry officials and the deafening roar of the crowd. Some overly enthusiastic fans leaped onto the field, determined to confront their rivals directly.

Amidst the bedlam, a stray Veela fireball struck a flagpole, igniting it in seconds. The fire spread rapidly, adding to the chaos as frightened spectators scrambled for safety.

The situation spiraled out of control. Fudge and other senior Ministry officials stood pale-faced, watching the chaos unfold.

"Please, everyone, calm down! CALM DOWN!" Ludo Bagman's voice rang out, but his attempts to restore order were futile.

The Aurors, despite their best efforts, were vastly outnumbered. It seemed inevitable that the chaos would escalate further—until Ethan suddenly rose from his seat.

Drawing his wand, he strode to the edge of the box.

"Expecto Patronum!" Ethan's voice echoed across the stadium, firm and commanding.

A brilliant silver griffin burst forth from the tip of his wand, its majestic form glowing against the smoky, chaotic backdrop. The griffin leapt into the air, its powerful wings beating as it charged toward the battling mascots.

The Veela and leprechauns paused their fight, scattering in confusion as the griffin roared and swooped between them, separating the two groups.