Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

On the podium.

Professor Quirrell, holding a green lizard and wrapped in a heavy headscarf, smiled and nodded:

"Of course, it's okay."

"Wood, why don't you go with Professor McGonagall?"

Upon hearing this, an older student, who was also the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, quickly stood up.

However, when this person came out, Professor McGonagall saw the scene in the classroom clearly.

Soon he was stunned.

Because there were only four or five senior students in this classroom, the rest were all exchange students.

Zheng Zha and Zhan Lan from the Zhongzhou team were also among them.

Through the half-open classroom door, Harry Potter, standing behind Professor McGonagall, also saw the exchange students inside.

However, he was only puzzled for a moment.

After all, among this group of strange people, Harry only had a deep impression of Zhu Wen from the beginning and Cheng Xiao who looked like a baby.

One wins in first impression, the other in unique design.

After all, it's impossible not to be impressed by Cheng Xiao's appearance.

Professor McGonagall, standing at the door, also sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

They then took Wood out and closed the door.

As for why so many adorable "exchange students" appear in Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class...

The reason is also very simple.

At this moment, they are the two most outstanding individuals at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Dumbledore and Voldemort, one positive and one negative.

Dumbledore didn't teach any courses specifically for freshmen, but coincidentally...

Professor Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, was a very dedicated teacher.

Moreover, he especially enjoys answering questions from new students.

Its reputation among students in previous years has been excellent.

If we were to conduct a poll for the most beloved teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry today...

Professor Quirrell is undoubtedly the best choice.

After all, they are a group of lovely beginners.

However, as reincarnators who are familiar with the plot, they know...

Quirrell has now completed some kind of dark magic.

Voldemort is parasitizing on this person's back.

So in a sense, Professor Quirrell is now equivalent to Voldemort.

In other words, if you're not going to take the class of the strongest being in this plane, what are you waiting for?

Moreover, the content is about defending against black magic, making it incredibly satirical.
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The stone corridor exudes a classical atmosphere.

In front of Professor McGonagall, two figures, one tall and one short, were sizing each other up.

“Oh, Potter, this is Oliver Wood.”

"Wood, you should know this person, Harry Potter."

"I just found you a Seeker."

"Now your team is complete."

The gate was in the way, but it couldn't stop these "exchange students" from having sharp ears.

However, their attention was quickly drawn back to Professor Quirrell on the stage.

"Next, that's it!"

"Let's talk about vampires, their weaknesses!"

"Only by knowing the weaknesses can we proceed with the defense."

That's right, it was at this time that everyone learned about the magical world of Harry Potter.

There are even vampires!

That makes sense, since werewolves were already in the original story, it's not surprising that vampires have appeared now.

Professor Quirrell put down the lizard he was holding and turned around.

The next moment, all the exchange students in the classroom looked at the seat where Zheng Zha was sitting.

There's no way around it; everyone knows there's a ready-made vampire here.
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Just like school life, the days passed by one by one.

It seems everyone has forgotten who they are.

He was just an ordinary exchange student.

Every day I'm either on my way to class or studying, or in the study room or dormitory.

The adjustment period for newborns is not over yet.

Harry Potter has once again become an absolute celebrity at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Even the paintings in the corridors and on the stairs, and those gray and white souls, were being discussed passionately.

The reason is also very simple.

That is, Harry Potter became the Seeker in the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"I knew you could do it! That's Quidditch, go for it, Harry!"

Looking at the gentleman or aristocrat in the picture frame giving himself a thumbs-up.

Harry quickly greeted them and pulled Ron along as fast as he could.

Ron, Harry's friend, was still in a daze amidst the enthusiasm he received along the way.

He didn't come to his senses until he bit his own tongue.

"My God, Harry?"

"This is a Seeker, and as far as I know, you're the first freshman to ever be selected for the college team!"

"The first one in so many years!!!"

"And you're still the youngest member of the Quidditch team!"

Harry Potter shook his head: "No, the youngest in a hundred years, Professor McGonagall said so."

Ron looked at the smug Harry beside him; this was the first time he had ever seen Harry with such an expression.

Ron was a little slow to catch up, but he was still happy for Harry.

And that's about it.

Two upperclassmen ran up from the end of the corridor.

The first thing Ron wanted to do when he saw them was to pull Harry away.

But it was still a step too late.

The two smiling upperclassmen surrounded Harry and Ron.

“Well done, Harry. Wood has already told us that I am Flander and he is George. Do you still remember us?”

"By the way, we're still Ron's brothers."

"My own brother."

The two identical-looking men were talking, pushing Ron aside.

This series of movements can be described as extremely skillful.

It's obvious that you do this a lot at home.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, both showing a helpless expression.

George said happily:
"We're also on the Quidditch team, responsible for protecting you, which means protecting the Seeker."

"Oh, Harry, those two are actually the batters, the ones who score points."

Don't let them fool you.

Ron squeezed back and spoke to Harry.

Flanders casually put his arm around Harry's shoulder:

"So are you ready, Harry Potter? Quidditch is a very brutal sport."

"There was another reason why freshmen weren't allowed to participate before: it was because it was dangerous."

"But we believe you can protect yourself."

Harry Potter asked, "Very dangerous? Has anyone died there?"

George shook his head:

"Of course not, don't worry, no one has ever died, there are just occasional disappearances."

"But it will appear on its own in a month or two."

"As for the reason, haha, I'll tell you next time. Bye-bye, Harry!"

The two of them talked and then turned at the next intersection.

They seemed to have come and gone in a flash. Harry asked Ron, "Disappeared? What disappeared?"

Ron explained with a wry smile:
"I forgot you haven't watched the Quidditch World Cup yet."

"It's actually very simple. The player was injured. Collisions and falls are common in Quidditch, so fractures and unconsciousness are normal. After a month or two of rest and recovery, the injury is essentially gone."

Hear Ron's detailed explanation.

Harry's previously enthusiastic expression changed.

"Um, so will this competition affect my studies?"

Ron paused for a moment, then said, "Well... for a freshman... maybe, but Harry, I can tutor you."

Ron said with a sincere expression.

Harry looked at his friend uncertainly: "You're going to tutor me?"

"Ron, are you sure?"

"Then I probably can't go even more."

Ron covered his head upon hearing this: "Oh, please, Harry, go ahead, the whole school knows about this now."

"Don't tell me you're planning to refuse."

"Besides, Quidditch is really exciting. It's the coolest and most fun sport for wizards. I believe in you, and you will become the best Seeker."

Harry Potter's little face scrunched up: "But I've never played this Quidditch match you're talking about."

"I don't even know what Quidditch is."

The last time I heard this name was during a flight lesson. I only guessed that it must be a competition event where you ride a flying broomstick.

And we also need someone to catch the ball; that's all I know.

"What if I go on stage and make a fool of myself?"

Harry left Ron speechless.

However, the two arguing people also attracted the attention of someone who was studying on the steps by the roadside.

He then said directly, "Making a fool of yourself?"

"You wouldn't, because it's a family trait."

"Everyone, including myself, believes that you will be a qualified Seeker."

Upon hearing this, Harry and Ron looked at each other, completely bewildered and had no idea what it meant.

Hermione walked up to the two of them, carrying the book, and said with a smile:

"Do you really think that Professor McGonagall and Captain Wood would agree to let you join the Quidditch team without any reason?"

"Come with me."

After Hermione finished speaking, she tossed her hair and walked off in a certain direction.

Harry and Ron, for some reason, obediently followed.

The three walked through several corridors and soon arrived at a wall covered with honorary medals.

Hermione pointed to the middle, to a spot that was gleaming with gold.

Harry and Ron looked over.

"James Porter, 1971 Seeker Gold Medalist."

"Oh, isn't this your father?"

Harry, why didn't you mention that your dad was a Seeker too?

"And he was the best one back then."

Harry stared intently at the gold medal in front of him and shook his head: "I... I don't actually know."

"I just found out too."

Hermione laughed: "Do you know why everyone is surprised that you're the Seeker, but also thinks it's only natural?"

"That's the best reason, Harry Potter."

Even though Harry had a million reasons to refuse, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

For some reason, my mood also became depressed.

Harry's dejected look prompted Hermione and Ron to exchange a knowing glance.

They didn't know if Harry was hesitating or if it was because he saw his father's name and story.

The three of them turned and headed towards the dormitory.

Ron pushed aside the broken staircase in front of him, turned around, and stepped onto it:

"To be honest, this is a very mysterious matter. Hermione knows more about you than you do."

Harry shook his head: "No, it's that everyone seems to have more than me... Oh no, what's going on!"

The three people were talking as they walked up the stairs, completely unaware that they had already passed the second floor and were now on the third floor.

Seeing the staircase suddenly spin faster, the three quickly ducked down, afraid of being thrown off.

Ron looked outside nervously: "What happened?"

Hermione, who was lying on the stairs, reacted the fastest: "Have you forgotten? Professor McGonagall said that the stairs would turn faster after bedtime and they would be more agile."

Hermione realized something was wrong as soon as she finished speaking.

"Wait a minute, how did we end up on the third floor?"

That is when the stairs turned a 60-degree angle and stopped.

Looking at the door at the end of the stairs above.

Harry quickly said, "Let's go, the stairs should keep turning soon."

Hermione looked at the completely unfamiliar third-floor door and wanted to say that something was wrong, but she still followed him up.

After Harry and Ron ran up, they pushed open the old wooden door at the end.

Hermione had already sensed something was wrong and was about to call them back.

However, it was at this moment that Harry and Ron grabbed his wrists.

Hermione then realized that the stairs beneath her feet had turned again and moved away.

It's safe to say that if these two hadn't reacted quickly enough, Hermione might already be tumbling down the stairs.

Hermione patted her chest after confirming that she was safe:

"Oh, that's good, now even if we want to go back, we can't."

Ron looked at the open door: "So, shall we go in?"

Hermione quickly shook her head: "No, the headmaster said the third floor is off-limits."

"I think we should just wait here at the front desk."

"The stairs should turn back, and then we can go down."

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, then each flanked Hermione and entered the house.

Hermione lifted her feet off the ground: "Oh no, I knew this would happen."

"That's why I don't like playing with boys my own age."

After the three of them had completely entered the room.

puff!
With a soft sound.

A ball of flame suddenly appeared, coalesced out of thin air, and then fell to one side of the wall, providing illumination.

However, this scene was so frightening that the three of them sat down on the ground.

Because of what you can see.

Dilapidated, decaying, cobwebs, dust, darkness…

Everything they could see and smell told them that this was not a place they should be.

"We shouldn't have come in; we must have gone to the wrong place!"

Hermione said.

Ron and Harry tried to take two steps forward.

As a result, with each step taken, a burst of light would appear out of nowhere, illuminating a small, unknown area ahead.

They gradually illuminated the unknown corners that were originally filled with darkness.

Sudden.

A shadow cast by the firelight loomed over the three of them from behind.

next moment.

"Meow!"

With all their attention focused on the three people in front of them, they suddenly heard this noise behind them.

Without exception, the three of them sat down on the ground again.

To be precise, Ron, whose legs were weak, pulled Harry and Hermione, whose legs were also weak, to sit down together.

"This is... Filch's cat?" (End of Chapter)