Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

If they didn't have even this much skill, they would have been wiped out long ago.

After all, the magic academy is still an academy, and one with a large number of students, so getting in isn't difficult.

"Where is the strength?"

"Hagrid, and what about the abilities of those college professors?"

Hearing the reminder in his mind, Zheng Zha directly asked Neos, the captain of Nan Yan State, and Honda next to him.

"Since it's an alliance, this kind of information should be able to be shared, right?"

Zheng Zha smiled.

Neos and Honda exchanged a glance instinctively.

Seeing this, Gungnir and Zheng Zha both chuckled inwardly.

The four team captains present all understood what was going on.

Arriving early can cause far too many problems.

Facing the Zhongzhou team.

The Dongying Team, the Nanyanzhou Team, and the Beibingzhou Team are an alliance.

However, when facing the Arctic team.

The Dongying team and the Nanyanzhou team form another alliance.

Even Neos's South Yanzhou team didn't know how many new players the East Japan team had, or where they were.

Neos and Gunnir only knew how to deal with Zhao Zhuikong.
The Dongyingzhou team lost two rookies and one veteran, and their captain, Honda, was seriously injured.

But the others knew nothing about it.

It's like a university dormitory with only six people but twelve group chats—it's the same principle.

Neos looked at Zheng Zha and thought for a moment before saying:
"In addition to his magical abilities, Hagrid also has the ability to control the animals of the Forbidden Forest, as well as his own physical abilities."

"Of these three, the second one is the most powerful. If Hagrid were in the Forbidden Forest, his strength would be immense."

"As for the other professors at the magic academy, their magical abilities are far superior to those of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank that appeared at the end."

"But of course, there are also significant differences in the abilities of teachers across different subjects."

"The best among them are Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, the latter being the female professor who can turn into a cat."

"However, we did not attempt to test these two, as it would be too risky."

Neos, who had just finished speaking, stood up and ate the last piece of chocolate in his hand.

"Let's go, everyone, it's time for us exchange students to make our appearance."

Four figures disappeared one after another on the ice.

Without Gungnir's power, the ice crystals on the sea surface began to melt slowly and eventually disappeared.

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The next day.

"All students must prepare a size two tongs pot?"

"Hagrid, what's this? A frying pan?"

"And it says it comes with an owl? Or a cat and a toad?"

"I know about cats, but are owls and toads sold in London?"

"I've only ever seen them at the zoo."

Harry looked up at the acceptance letter in his hand and couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this question, Hagrid bent down, patted Harry's head, and said with a smile:

"As long as you find the right place, you will be able to buy it."

"Come with me, Harry!"

Harry felt a sense of relief after being attacked by Heracles.

Although Harry Potter still feels like a dream.

Especially after blowing out the candles yesterday, I not only received my first cake in my life.

She also broke away from Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon.

Moreover, according to Hagrid, the giant beside him, he will be going to a legendary magic academy and enrolling there.

The entrance to the Battle Axe Bar.

Harry followed behind Hagrid, concealing himself completely.

After all, this was eleven-year-old Harry's first time in a pub.

Seeing Harry shrinking back, Hagrid laughed and pulled him to the front.

"Don't worry, Harry, everyone here will smile at you!"

"Believe me."

At this point, Harry Potter didn't know what that sentence meant.

With a ringing sound, Hagrid carefully pushed open the heavy wooden door with one finger.

In this bar, lit by candles and sunlight.

Harry, wearing broken glasses, instinctively covered his eyes, and it took him a while to adjust.

Hagrid looked at Harry, who was leaning against the wall, and patted the thin man on the shoulder.

"Don't be nervous, little Harry..."

"Hey, Hagrid, you're here. Same as always?"

Harry looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a neat suit standing in the lounge.

Hagrid greeted the man warmly, then shook his head and said:

Hi, good morning.

"Thanks, Tom, but I have errands to run for Hogwarts today, so I won't be drinking."

"And I also need to help little Harry buy his next set of school supplies."

Hagrid finished speaking.

Harry noticed that the waiter in the lounge had lowered his head with a delighted expression.

Then he looked at himself.

John's mouth dropped open, his face beaming with genuine joy, mixed with a look of lingering memory and disbelief.

"Oh, eleven years have passed, so this is Harry Potter!"

"My goodness, I can't believe it, Harry Potter is old enough to go to school!"

"Warhawk Bar warmly welcomes you, Harry!"

Harry didn't look at the middle-aged man who had spoken.

Because right after Hagrid said his name.

He noticed that the previously noisy bar had suddenly become quiet.

Everyone there, regardless of age or gender, looked at him standing at the door.

With many eyes on him, eleven-year-old Harry inexplicably began to feel nervous.

The closest person was an elderly man with a hunched back. He stood up, leaning on his cane, and reached out to grab Harry's hand.

The voice was a little trembling.

"Welcome back, Mr. Harry Potter!"

It's so nice to see you again!

He sat down again, and an elegant lady opposite him bent down and extended her hand in return.

Harry, bewildered, followed suit and shook hands.

Seeing Harry's cooperation, the lady smiled broadly and said:

“Mr. Potter, I am Doris Crockford. It is an honor to see you again!”

One after another, a series of greetings followed.

Harry finally huddled close to Hagrid.

"Hagrid?"

"In the end what happened?"

Why do they all know me?

"And why do you say it's an honor? I'm not some big shot."

Hagrid smiled and answered in a low voice:

"Because they met you eleven years ago, they naturally know you. As for why they feel honored, that's another matter."

"It's not an honor to see you, it's an honor for them to be alive and to see you."

Harry, who was already confused, became even more bewildered after Hagrid's explanation.

It is obvious that Hagrid, who has giant blood, is not a qualified commentator.

This scene brought a smile to the faces of those watching from the corner.

At this moment, Zheng Zha felt as if he had found a kindred spirit, because he felt that Hagrid might be the same kind of person as him.

After he expressed this idea.

Zhan Lan and the others unanimously agreed that they were all people whose brains were full of muscles.

After the joke, Zhan Lan became serious. "Everyone, that person is here."

It happened while Harry was discussing it with Hagrid.

A figure leaning against the wall excitedly walked up to Harry Potter.

His face was full of an exaggerated expression of extreme honor.

This is a man dressed in a black magic robe and wearing a heavy turban.

He walked over, under the watchful eyes of Hagrid and Harry.

Trembling all over.

“...Harry...Potter!”

"I'm just... oh, I'm so excited!"

The simple-minded Hagrid continued:

"Hey, Professor, I almost didn't see you just now."

Hagrid lowered his head and quickly said to Harry:

“Harry, this is Professor Quirrell from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts and will be one of your teachers.”

Despite his young age, Harry has emotional intelligence.

Upon hearing Hagrid's words, he immediately extended his hand and said just as respectfully:
"Hello, Professor Quirrell, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Quirrell looked at Harry's outstretched hand, didn't take it, and inexplicably shouted with excitement:

"A fascinating yet terrifying subject, but you don't need to study it..."

Professor Quirrell then took Harry's hands in his.

Simultaneously.

Right here in this bar.

All three of them were being watched by certain beings.

Others don't know.

Those reincarnators who had long memorized the plot development of this world for the next few decades already knew.

This was also the first meeting between Voldemort and Harry Potter in eleven years.

This person had been waiting in the bar for a long time.

Professor Quirrell, who appears harmless, is Voldemort's host at this time.

Li Xiao's comment:

"To be honest, he is a qualified actor."

"The initial trembling was a bit exaggerated."

Chen Zilong's eyes lit up:
"Speaking of which, if we kill this Voldemort now, it'll at least be a B-rank side quest, right?"

"This is still because of the Soul Weapon, which prevents it from being completely killed."

"If we completely kill them and destroy all the Soul Weapons, even if it's not S-rank, it'll probably be at least two A-ranks."

"Everyone, aren't you tempted?"

After Chen Zilong finished speaking.

Li Xiao and Zhan Lan shook their heads.

Zheng Zha looked over curiously: "Why?"

"The spiritual world," Li Xiao replied.

“If that were really the case, Chu Xuan and Xiao Honglu wouldn’t be in the Demon Refining Pot now; they would be with us.”

"Furthermore, didn't you notice that the other three teams aren't prepared to make a move?"

Zheng Zha nodded: "And then, so what does that mean?"

Zhan Lan said:

"What I mean is that if we act now, we can indeed kill Quirrell and destroy part of Voldemort's soul, but apart from changing it into the plot, we will gain nothing."

"Even our plans to go to Hogwarts as magical exchange students will be ruined."

"And another point, even if there really are side stories, who will get them in the end?"

"Even if the allocation is reasonable, problems and conflicts will arise, and who knows if the main god will go crazy and suddenly start a race for the seven soul weapons because of this matter."

"By then, our four teams will probably have their brains smashed together."

Li Xiao stood up: "Ahem, let's go, everyone, Harry's going into Diagon Alley!"

"Let's just go through this transitional scene smoothly."

"I'm already looking forward to the next two months of college life..."

Hagrid led Harry to the back door of the pub.

Seeing that it was a dead end and there was no one around, Harry finally couldn't help but ask:

"So, why did everyone see me eleven years ago?"

"And why eleven years?"

"I'm only eleven years old? Hagrid?"

Hagrid stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and finally shrugged and said:

"It might not be appropriate for me to tell you, Harry. If possible, I hope you will find the answer to this question yourself."

"I believe this is a very interesting thing."

After Hagrid finished speaking, he pointed the red umbrella he was carrying at the wall.

Harry, still puzzled, widened his eyes and banished his previous doubts from his mind.

After all, the opening of the magic gate is a completely new experience for anyone seeing it for the first time.

Not to mention that on the other side of the gate lies another world.

A world filled with magic.

This is also Harry Potter's first time stepping into the magical world in eleven years.

Harry Potter was an orphan who grew up without parents.

An outsider who lives off his aunt and uncle's family.

His slender physique, timid expression, and naturally more reserved personality naturally led him to be more silent.

Overall, this is a contradictory existence: sensitive and insecure, yet kind and brave.

Before this day, Harry knew nothing about his origins.

Having lived in a storage room under the stairs since childhood, he only considered himself an ordinary person.

It wasn't until a few days before my eleventh birthday that I received that letter for the first time.

That is, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry acceptance letter.

The protagonist's fate began to take a turn.

He was not just a magician, but someone who was already famous in the magical world.

Harry and Hagrid entered.

Li Xiao seemed to be thinking of something, and shook his head with a tsk-tsk sound.

Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan mostly had similar expressions.

That's why strong people like to reminisce about their humble beginnings.

Because it is indeed worth remembering.

Moreover, from their current perspective, the future they can see is very far away, so far that one story after another has come to an end.

Voldemort was completely defeated.

But they stood at the very beginning of everything.

And then the story got even more interesting because of them.

"Oh, Harry, welcome to Diagon Alley!"

On the brand-new ground, the shops on both sides of the street are bright and clean.

People dressed as wizards wandered through the streets and alleys.

Owls of various colors perched and rested on streetlights and rooftops.

And most importantly, Harry discovered that there were many people his age.

However, compared to those glamorous people, Harry, wearing a plaid shirt and brown trousers, looked rather shabby.

The three little girls who came out of the bookstore together, especially not far away, were particularly dazzling.

And Harry wasn't the only one looking at the three little girls.

One of the little girls, dressed in a white nun's robe, seemed to sense Harry's gaze and turned her head to look at him.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he followed the two people beside him to another place.

In the Arctic team somewhere, one of the men unconsciously whistled.

"Captain, are there other exceptional students like this among Harry Potter's classmates?"

"And there are three of them?"

"We can't mess with Hermione, and these three..." (End of Chapter)