Until they were about to leave the stadium, everyone was still reluctant to go.
Cassandra and Lucius left the stadium after the award ceremony and returned to Malfoy Manor.
She still had some matters to discuss with Septimus.
Charlie and Bill excitedly discussed the thrilling match—they were certain it would be talked about for many years.
Even the Quidditch Academy Cup rarely saw situations where someone caught the Golden Snitch but still lost, let alone such a case in the Quidditch World Cup finals.
As they departed, Mr. Weasley kept urging the twins not to tell Mrs. Weasley about the betting.
"Your mother will skin me alive and then shove your Golden Galleons down your throats one by one." He threatened.
The twins chose to trust their father, and fortunately, Mr. Weasley had already sent Mrs. Weasley away.
Mr. Bagman seemed very excited, and once Mrs. Weasley had left, he waved his arms enthusiastically at the Weasley twins and said, "A great victory—wasn't it? I mean, for us."
He took out Golden Galleons from his pocket, appearing to have several hundred of them.
After handing the twins their share, Mr. Bagman turned to Vivi, smiling and saying, "I must also thank you, dear Miss Grindelwald—if not for you, I wouldn't have had the determination to side with these Weasley lads—otherwise, I might have gone bankrupt."
"The outcome is good."
Vivi smiled gently, taking the Golden Galleons Mr. Bagman handed her, counting them one by one to confirm the amount, then carefully put them into her money pouch.
She knew Mr. Bagman now owed her a favor.
Under normal circumstances, Mr. Bagman would have gone bankrupt from this Quidditch World Cup and ended up on a path of no return.
Clearly, Mr. Bagman was also quite relieved.
Soon, they were surrounded by a tide of people leaving the stadium back to the campsite.
As they walked back along the lantern-lit path, coarse singing filled the night sky, with Little Goblins dashing overhead, swinging their lanterns and laughing gaily, celebrating the Ireland Team's ultimate victory.
Finally, they reached the tent, but no one wanted to sleep.
Considering how noisy it was around them, Mr. Weasley agreed everyone could have a cup of cocoa before going into the tent.
Immediately, arguments started about the match.
Regarding the foul for colliding, Mr. Weasley and Charlie had a heated debate, neither willing to concede.
Finally, Ginny fell asleep by the small table, spilling a cup of hot chocolate on the ground, prompting Mr. Weasley to order everyone to stop arguing and go to sleep.
Hermione and Ginny crawled into the neighboring tent while the Weasley boys changed into their pajamas and returned to their respective areas.
They could still hear singing and strange banging from the other side of the campsite, echoing in the night sky.
"Oh, lucky for me I'm not on duty," Mr. Weasley mumbled sleepily, "Lucky I don't have to tell the Ireland folks to stop celebrating their victory, or it'd be unimaginable."
Harry walked into the compartment, where Vivi was already lounging by the bedside, waiting for him.
"It seems you're still quite excited?"
Vivi's voice was soft.
"Not really," Harry said as he sat naturally by her side. "There's actually not much to savor. Compared to the match, I'm more curious about what your reward is tonight."
After saying this, Harry cautiously asked, "You're not going to punish me again like last time, right?"
"How could I?" Vivi said with a light laugh, extending her slender arm around Harry's neck.
The thin blanket slipped from her shoulder, revealing skin as smooth as cream.
She wore only a purple camisole, and Harry could feast his eyes on the exquisite view.
Now, he felt a bit parched.
"What's wrong?" Vivi asked with a gentle smile.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Harry swallowed.
He felt it difficult to control his restless hands, but before he could make any move, Vivi's arm pulled his neck forward.
It was so soft, fragrant, and sweet.
Vivi leaned in, fitting perfectly into Harry's hand.
For a moment, Harry felt like Sir Hillary scaling Mount Everest, measuring the heights.
He thought they would continue, but unexpectedly, Vivi gently pushed Harry away.
Their lips parted.
Harry looked at Vivi, puzzled, and saw the starlight sparkling in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Vivi whispered in his ear, "Sister is taking you to do something even more interesting."
Something even more interesting?
Harry was immediately intrigued. What could possibly be more interesting than kissing?
"What do you mean?" he asked, still touching his conscience while speaking to Vivi.
"Guess?"
Vivi pushed Harry onto the bed and leaned over, pinning him down.
The two of them looked into each other's eyes, and Harry felt his breathing become more and more rapid.
Moonlight poured through the window, bathing Vivi in a divine glow.
From this angle, Harry felt Vivi was just like the Moonlight Goddess.