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We Are the Champions

Chapter II

Patagonian desert was a desert located primarily in Argentina and was the seventh largest desert in the world. The region was only sparsed populated and thus it was chosen as the venue for 2014 Quidditch World Cup.

"But...we were in London just a few seconds ago!" he said in disbelief.

"Very astute, John." Sherlock muttered sarcastically.

He glared at his best friend. Sherlock wasn't helping at all.

"Mrs. Potter," someone said.

Harry turned. "Oh, hello, Lionel," she said.

The young man smiled at her. "Welcome to Argentina, Mrs. Potter," he said. "I'm Lionel Alvarez," he introduced himself.

"Lionel is senior officer at sport department of the Argentinean Council of Magic." Harry said.

"This way, Mrs. Potter, Mr. Holmes." Lionel led them all the way to their tent.

All the tents looked truly magical.

"Thank you, Lionel." Harry said.

"I must take my leave now. I hope all of you enjoy your stay in Argentina," Lionel inclined his head and disappeared from their sight.

Harry sighed.

The children snickered.

"Must be fans of Mother," James commented.

"Well, this is our tent." Harry said.

John looked at the tent. There were eight of them. While the tent looked magical, could all of them fit inside it?

"Let's see what they have provided for us." James muttered.

The teen was the first who walked inside, followed by his siblings.

"Let's go, John." Sherlock said.

The tent was charmed so it was larger inside than it appeared on the outside.

"We're having breakfast first," Harry said.

Whoa. The tent even had dining room. Harry's house elf, John still wasn't used to the creature, had followed them there and prepared breakfast. They had omelette, sausage, bacon and vegetable.

After breakfast, they split the room. Sherlock and John would share a room. Harry was with Mycroft. Teddy, James and Albus shared a room while Lily got her own.

"I'm going to take the children to see Viktor Krum," Harry told them.

Teddy, James, Albus and Lily were waiting impatiently for their mother.

"Who is Krum?" he asked.

"He's a famous international Quidditch star." Teddy answered.

"He's a friend of Mother." Lily added.

Mycroft didn't go with them. He opted to stay at the tent.

John meanwhile couldn't wait to explore around.

"I'm surprised that you're so calm about this," he muttered. "I'm expecting you to run away and start doing experiments."

Sherlock snorted. "I have spent years doing experiments."

"Really?" John said, frowning. "But you aren't magical."

"Potions," Sherlock said dryly. "It's just like chemistry."

John supposed it was true.

Mycroft ordered them to return for lunch.

Sherlock rolled his eyes but he said, "I know," in annoyed voice.

Mycroft let out a suffering sigh before he opened a book and started reading.

"He doesn't seem to be interested in Quidditch," John commented.

"This is Mycroft we're talking about. He generally despises physical activity." Sherlock replied.

John's attention was already on the tents around them.

"We're in VIP area," Sherlock explained.

"VIP area?" John didn't think that Mycroft's influence was that. "I didn't know that Mycroft have important position in the wizarding world," he commented.

"It's Harry."

"Harry?" he asked in confusion. But that officer knew Harry's name and James said that the guy must be fans of Harry.

"The Chosen One, The Saviour of the Wizarding World," Sherlock deadpanned. "We can say that she is the most famous witch in the history."

John blinked. "What was it that she did?" he asked. The Saviour of the Wizarding World seemed to be a grand title.

"It's a long story," Sherlock said. "But now, she's Head of Auror."

"Auror?"

"It's equivalent to police department and MI5. Her department does exist in the British Government though. MI13. She's the general director."

"That's amazing." John said.

They have reached outside the VIP area. John stared at the tents there. While some looked magical, the other looked like normal tent. Was that an igloo? He also heard many different languages spoken there. It seemed like wizards and witches from all over the world came there to watch the world cup. It was just like the FIFA World Cup in John's opinion.

After sightseeing, an impatient Sherlock dragged him back to their tent. Harry and the children were already there. They were also surrounded by mass of red-haired people.

"Sherlock! John!" Harry waved at them.

"Hello, Sherlock." A beautiful young woman said. "And you must be Dr. Watson."

"Hello," John said automatically.

"I'm Hermione," she introduced herself. "I'm Muggleborn. Both of my parents are dentist."

"I'm Ron Weasley," a red-haired man next to her said.

It turned out that they were Harry's best friend from her school days. Hermione and Ron were married to each other. They had two children, Rose and Hugo. They stayed in the tent next to them and shared it with Neville Longbottom and his children. Neville was Harry's friend from Wizarding School too. John tried to imagine the school. He had to admit that his imagination wasn't that original...students flying on broomsticks for example.

The Weasleys was one big rambunctious family with their signature red hair. The eldest, Bill with Fleur, his gorgeous French wife had three children. Charlie, the second child worked as dragon handler.

"Dragon is real?"

"Very much so," Charlie replied, grinning.

The next Weasley child, Percy, reminded John of Mycroft. Percy and Audrey, his wife had two children.

"So," George Weasley began. "Anyone want to bet on the match?"

Angelina, George's wife rolled her eyes.

"Ten Galleon that Krum will catch the Snitch," Bill said.

"Ten Galleon that Brazil will win." Ron said.

John watched the others placed their bet.

"What about you?" George asked.

"Err... Bulgaria will win," he said at last.

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Soon, it was already dark.

"It's time!"

"Come on!"

Even John was getting excited. It was the atmosphere that got him. Only Sherlock and Mycroft looked like they didn't have the slightest care in the world.

Harry had bought Bulgaria souvenirs for them to wear. Sherlock refused the red scarf but Harry ignored him and simply put the scarf around his shoulder. She also bought Omniculars for all of them. Omniculars were the wizarding equivalent of binoculars but with the additional features of being able to magically slow down and replay action.

Harry and his children supported Bulgaria team meanwhile the Weasleys supported Brazil team except for Hermione who didn't wear anything to indicate which team she was supporting. She, Sherlock and Mycroft apparently didn't have any lost love for the game.

After buying souvenirs, they walked towards the stadium with the other wizards and witches. They entered the stadium and looked for the VIP box. Harry even stopped to greet the President of the Argentinian Council of Magic, Valentina Vasquez and Chairman of ICWQC, Mentor Metaxas.

They finally found their seats.

John sat next to Harry. He supposed it was because Harry wanted to explain the rules for him.

"Quidditch was a wizarding sport played on broomsticks. It was the most popular game among wizards and witches."

"The equivalent to Muggle's position for football." He concluded.

"Yes," Harry said in agreement. "The object of the game is to score more points than your opponents. Each goal is worth ten points and catching the Snitch is worth one hundred fifty points. The game ends when the Snitch is caught. Some games can go on for many days if the Snitch is not caught," Harry explained.

Days? That was truly a dedication.

"Both of the team bring their mascots, who will put on a pre-match show." Harry continued.

"Look!" Ron shouted.

A deafening roar brought John's attention to the most beautiful women in the world.

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione elbowed her husband.

Ron grinned sheepishly at her.

"They're Veela," Harry explained. "A magical creature. Fleur's grandmother is a Veela."

Those Veela seemed to have mysterious power that drew man to them especially when they started to dance.

"Idiot!" Sherlock muttered.

Mycroft though seemed immune to them. His eyes were fixed on his wife.

The next mascot was magical creatures named Curupiras with their bright red hair and back to front feet, and then came the two teams. Brazil in green and Bulgaria in red.

The game was on!

John couldn't believe his eyes.

It was incredible. The way those players flew in the sky. It was as if they were born with a pair of wings.

In the end, Bulgaria beat Brazil 170-60 with Viktor Krum caught the Snitch after two and three quarter hours of game.

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The celebration went pass midnight. Fireworks were lit and soon colourful sparks lit the night sky.

"Firewhiskey everyone?" Charlie Weasley asked.

"Sure," John replied. The drink burned his throat.

Charlie laughed at his expression.

Sherlock snorted.

Overall, Quidditch World Cup was a nice experience for John and he was glad that Sherlock and Harry he asked him to join them.

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Mycroft sat in one of the couch. His children sat not far from him. They still chattered on and on about the game.

"I told you that Krum would catch the Snitch." James said smugly.

"You weren't so sure that Bulgaria would win the match though." Teddy teased his younger brother.

Albus and Lily snickered.

Harry sat next to him. "Thank you," she murmured, "for coming with us."

"My dear," he replied, "I will never miss this for the world."

Harry smiled.

Author's Note:

Hi! This is a short fic which tell about 2014 Quidditch World Cup. I want to write this since JK Rowling post about this. The next part of Girl in Green series will be Green Eyed Girl about Harry's meeting with Mycroft.

I joined a new fandom, Detective Conan or Case Closed. If any of you read the manga or watch the anime please read my Detective Conan fic, 'Clair de Lune'. It's slash of course.

Thank you.

Happy Lunar New Year! I wish you all good health and lasting prosperity.