Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

“That’s great. If that’s the case, I’d like to invite you to temporarily join the Irish team for the upcoming World Cup final.”

That is, at the same time the coach said those words.

Everyone around, except for those who weren't deaf, looked over in shock.

Cheng Xiao, perched on Harry's shoulder, was no exception.

However, the reason this person was surprised was not because of this sudden remark.

It was because of a prompt from the supreme deity in their minds.

[Trigger a special side quest: Quidditch World Cup Final]

Help Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley achieve victory.

The reward is one C-level side quest and 2500 reward points.

The content is simple and straightforward, without any embellishment or mystery.

But Cheng Xiao really wanted to swear right now.

The story world after the unexpected transmigration is recognized by the main god, and side quests can be generated.

Most importantly, he created this side story himself.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiao pressed the already stunned Harry down and made him nod vigorously.

The reason why Harry Potter is like this is actually quite simple.

He is now the Seeker for the Quidditch team at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's Gryffindor branch.

In terms of the life trajectory of a Quidditch player, this can be described as just an ordinary starting point.

However, a long period of time and the accumulation of experience in various leagues are still needed in the meantime.

It took a bit of luck to finally stand on that legendary stage of the World Cup final.

Harry, on the other hand, is merely watching the spectacle, skipping dozens of major steps in between and directly reaching the pinnacle of many Quidditch players' lives.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's a one-step solution.

And that was after Harry agreed.

The coach looked around and then focused his gaze on the only young and normal-looking man on the field.

That is, Ron.

One minute later.

.........

"what?
I?
Participate in the World Cup?
Goalkeeper?

Is it the finals or the finals?

"It'll start in a bit?"

Ron pointed to his nose and said in a sharp, broken voice.

Let alone Ron.

Hermione felt that the world was a bit crazy.

Of course, it all started from the moment Harry arrived at the Burrow in the early morning and met Cheng Xiao.

The future and tone of this world have already become unrecognizable.

And now it's speeding all the way into the fast lane.

Hermione just asked, and it's not that there aren't substitutes, but the problem is that the ones we have now are substitutes.

The reason for spending a lot of money to buy fire arrows is that in the last game, out of the seven main players, four were injured, and the flying broom was broken and scrapped.

That's why they spent a lot of money to buy new fire crossbow bolts.

Now, no one expected that an unexpected accident would occur before the start of the competition.

After all, they had already warmed up by flying several laps.

Who would have thought that something like this would happen on the last lap?

The coach looked at the Irish flag painted on Ron's face and, before Ron could even nod in agreement, shoved a fire bolt into his and Harry's hands.

"The clothes will be delivered to you in a bit. There are special best viewing rooms for the team members' families. Mr. Weasley, you can go there. By the way, the drinks and snacks inside are all free."

The coach's unquestionable actions and rapid speech were as if he had been given an acceleration spell.

After saying those words, the coach then spoke to Ron.

"Yes, it's you! The goalkeeper!"
"No time to explain, young men, you two come with me!"

He practically pushed a still-sleepwalking Ron and a bewildered Harry as they strode toward the arena entrance.

Two brand-new fire crossbow bolts, the kind only heard of in newspapers, were now in their hands.

The cool wooden handle instantly conveys a sense of power, poised to be unleashed, unique to top-tier brooms.

But even this couldn't dispel the confusion and shock in their hearts.

"Wait...wait! Coach!" Hermione finally snapped out of her shock and jogged to catch up, her voice urgent and filled with rational worry.

“This is absolutely insane! Harry is the Seeker, that’s true, but this is the World Cup final! The opponent is Bulgaria, and they have Viktor Krum! Ron… Ron hasn’t even played a proper house game yet!”

"Not to mention events like the World Cup."

"Of course, even though he practiced Quidditch goalkeeping, but..."

She pointed at Ron, whose face was deathly pale, and the green striped face paint couldn't hide his panic. His knuckles were white from gripping the fire crossbow bolt, as if it were his only lifeline.

Hearing Hermione's question.

A hint of madness flashed across the middle-aged coach's face; how could he not know these things?

But now he has no choice.

Yes, perhaps there are more suitable candidates in the camp now.

They might be more skilled, bigger, or more agile.

But what use is this little bit in a competition like the World Cup?

The same reason was used to choose Harry Potter.

The Irish national team coach looked towards the end of the tent camp without turning his head.

That's where the match will be held.

His voice was hoarse, carrying a sense of resolute determination, as if he were fighting a desperate battle.

“I know this is crazy, Miss Granger!”

"But now, besides the two of them, do I have any other people around me who can immediately ride on a fire crossbow and support Ireland?"

I had no choice!
Ireland was also an option!
This final is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us!

The middle-aged coach took a deep breath.

"I will not give up the competition just like that. As long as the competition starts, it is a victory for us!"

After saying that, the coach quickened his pace.

The other five members of the Irish team also gathered around, their gazes towards Harry and Ron filled with complex emotions.

There are desperate attempts to salvage a hopeless situation, and there is also a desperate, grasping-at-any-straw mentality in the face of a massive disaster.

Arthur Weasley was clearly also somewhat stunned by this sudden, absurd, and heavy responsibility.

But his sense of responsibility as an adult made him react immediately. Looking at Harry and Ron's helpless backs, he shouted:

"Children, go! Do your best! Merlin will protect you!"
Ginny, Hermione, let's go to the family quarters! Didn't they just say the meals were free...?

Knowing that time was of the essence, Mr. Weasley quickly hugged Harry and patted Ron's stiff back forcefully.

Then, pulling Ginny and Hermione, who still wanted to say something, they walked in another direction.

Ginny turned around and shouted at Harry:

"Go Harry! You can do it! Ron, don't let too many balls slip through!"

The phrase "Don't let too many balls slip through your fingers" made Ron, who was following the coach, stumble.

Cheng Xiao gripped Harry's shoulders firmly, feeling the tension emanating from the boy's body.

that's it……

Harry and Ron only regained some of their senses when their vision was filled with white light.

However, when they saw the scene in front of them clearly, the two fell into even deeper doubts.

The Quidditch World Cup match was right before their eyes. On the other side of the valley plain, the darkness was completely dispelled by an intense, dazzling white light.

The white canopy, suspended in mid-air, is anchored in the void.

Beneath the roof is an oval pit, over a thousand meters long and wide, and several hundred meters deep.

The audience seating consists of a surrounding grandstand and a tower-like structure.

The high-altitude goal and protective barrier left the two looking completely bewildered.

Only Cheng Xiao felt a strange sense of déjà vu after seeing it clearly.

The person quickly realized that this was the Bird's Nest stadium.
If it weren't for the canopy in the air, and that protective barrier, the magical elements would be even more apparent.

Cheng Xiao really thought he had come to another world version of the Bird's Nest.

Before the two could take a second look,

Harry and Ron were taken to a luxurious room.

Then an employee from the International Ministry of Magic came over and said something, and the coach hurriedly led the other five team members out.

The last time they could be alone was reserved for Harry and Ron.

Of course, this was also Cheng Xiao's doing.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, the remaining time should be used to allow the other five players to get to know Ron and Harry.

Learning some tactics on the fly is a good idea; after all, there's a saying: "Even last-minute sparring can be effective."

However, Cheng Xiao believed that this was completely futile.

One is a seeker who is detached from the organization.

One is a goalkeeper who doesn't need anyone's help.

These two positions require absolutely no cooperation with other people.

This is why Cheng Xiao only thought of the key location after hearing the main god issue the mission.

If they were to change any one of their positions, Cheng Xiao didn't believe they would still have a chance to win.

After all, both batters and chasers need teamwork.

Quidditch is ultimately a team sport.

An individual may have influence, but they absolutely cannot decide.

Just as Cheng Xiao was preparing to give the two main characters a cheat code.

A figure rushed in from outside the door and then closed it.

It was Hermione.

Upon entering, the person saw Harry and Ron, who were both pale-faced, and immediately went up to embrace them.

Just as the three were talking, Cheng Xiao finally spoke up, interrupting the three protagonists who were preparing to bury their heads in the sand like ostriches.

"Ahem, the three of you might as well hear what I have to say."

"Why not give it a try? In my opinion, there's always a chance to win."

As Cheng Xiao said this, he stretched out a hand.

His palm was covered in golden flames of death.

The light emanating from the flames illuminated everyone present.

Before the three could object, Cheng Xiao continued.

"My flame can grant ordinary people the abilities of rapid healing and physical enhancement."

"The first one is not very useful at the moment, but the second ability is just right for the situation ahead."

"The essence of physical enhancement is to activate cells and significantly increase strength, speed, and endurance in a short period of time, entering a state called hyper-activation."

No amount of talking can compare to actual experience.

So, just as the introduction was finished, this ball of brilliant golden flame, under Cheng Xiao's control, split into three streams and entered the three people's bodies through golden needles.

Seeing the golden needle that had struck her, Hermione realized what was happening and was about to say that she wasn't participating in the competition.

But then a strange power surged through her body, interrupting her thoughts.

Sometimes, excessive power can indeed impair thinking, and this is not Zheng Zha's fault.

Closer to home.

As the golden flames completely disappeared, just as the three of them were experiencing the aftermath...

Cheng Xiao spoke again:
"With super-active properties, I can guarantee that your physical fitness is no worse than that of professional athletes, and may even be stronger."

Hermione was the first to open her eyes and ponder:
"My strength has indeed increased, but physical ability alone is not enough for Quidditch."

Teamwork and court instincts are things that require hundreds or even thousands of games to develop.

What greeted Cheng Xiao was a mass of flowing, deforming silver metal in front of him.

To be precise, it was a living and conscious mass of metal.

This is precisely the Mose clone, composed of countless nanomachines.

Although Moss's clone, which came from the same time as Cheng Xiao, was not as large as the one beside Li Xiao.

However, because this character is positioned as a support, they are carried quite often.

And just as Harry and Ron looked over.

Cheng Xiao flicked his hand.

The unformed nanomachines split in two and landed on Harry's glasses and Ron's nose.

Both of them felt a chill in their eyes.

Then I noticed something strange about the other person's face.

The silvery-white metal began to flow and then solidified.

On Harry and Ron's heads appeared dark goggles similar to those worn by pilots.

When their hands touched her, the two who had been silent wanted to ask something.

But just as they had this idea, blue light began to form and then condense before their eyes.

Then, a stream of information rushed into their minds, starting from their eyes.

Hermione, looking at the two frozen in place, asked curiously, "What is this?"

Cheng Xiao stood with his hands on his hips and laughed:

"You can think of it as magic unique to our region."

"A magic that can help them win the Quidditch World Cup!"

"Don't you need experience and intuition in addition to physical fitness?"

"This thing can replace what you're talking about."

Hermione stood there, stunned, and murmured, "Is there really such magic?"

Cheng Xiao nodded and smiled:

Humans are adept at calling all unknown forces magic or miracles.

I might not be so sure about other people, but if it's Harry and Ron, I think it'll definitely be fine.

Hermione countered, "Why?"

Cheng Xiao shrugged and didn't say anything more.

But I already have the answer in my heart:

It's very simple, because of the protagonist's halo.

After giving her the cheat code, Cheng Xiao jumped onto Hermione's shoulder, and the two of them exchanged questions and answers before leaving the room.

Only Harry and Ron, wearing silver goggles, remained standing motionless.

after an hour.

The door was pushed open again, and the coach and players who had gone out earlier rushed in.

They were still cursing the staff who had tricked them into leaving as they came in.

However, the coach managed to suppress his bad mood and began explaining the upcoming match to Harry and Ron, who were warming up. (End of Chapter)