Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

At this point, there were less than two hours left before the match was scheduled to begin.

at the same time.

In the brightly lit oval stadium, the sounds of fireworks exploding echoed continuously.

The competition venue, which was originally filled with white light, has begun to warm up.

Looking at the magical illusion that could never exist in the real world, Cheng Xiao said calmly:

"Don't worry, Hermione, leave the rest to them."

Cheng Xiao can only do his best and leave the rest to fate.

If their entire Zhongzhou team were present, they would be at least 99% certain of completing such a simple task, if not 100%.

However, if he were alone, the only options would be to temporarily strengthen himself with the Flame of Life and then give Moss away.

Cheng Xiao really had no other choice.

As for the hyperactive state activated by the Death Flame, Cheng Xiao already possessed this extremely useless ability at the beginning of the exchange.

It's considered useless because it only works for ordinary people.

It may even only be effective for some ordinary people who are in a sub-healthy state or whose development is incomplete.

Any physical ability that is the limit of human potential.

Even those with other enhancements or unlocked gene locks are far more powerful and comprehensive than this hyperactive state.

Having done his best, Cheng Xiao's tone at this moment carried a hint of detached mockery.

Hermione shook her head helplessly as she listened.
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The stadium was as bright as day.

Harry Potter looked down at the sleek, high-performance Firebolt in his arms.

Just like the advertising slogan says, this is the broom he's always dreamed of!
Now he not only rides it, but he's even going to ride it to the World Cup final!

And the opponent is Krum!
His fingertips traced the smooth grip of the crossbow bolt, the cool touch masking the steady pulse of the engine's core.

It was as if the flying broom itself was excited about the upcoming battle.

But Harry knew it was just a hallucination caused by his nervousness.

What I truly yearn for is myself.

These thoughts, along with the surrounding scenery and everything else, acted like a super-potent stimulant injected into the heart and brain.

Not only Harry, but Ron's flushed face also revealed that he was not at peace.

The red-haired boy swallowed hard.

He felt his throat was as dry as the sands of the Sahara, but the current in his chest, a mixture of fear and immense excitement, grew stronger and stronger.

It even made his cheeks burn, so much so that his palms, which were gripping the broom handle, were covered in sweat.

Even so, Ron's eyes gradually changed from being dazed and nervous at the beginning to being firm.

When someone knows they are going to compete three days in advance, it's the same as knowing three hours in advance.

These two can be said to be completely different psychological journeys.

In three days, an ordinary person would doubt themselves, feel fear, and lose their judgment.

But if it's three hours, an ordinary person will only have one thought in their mind: either run or fight!
Harry and Ron were at the end.

"Don't overthink it, Ron."

Harry's voice trembled slightly, but he tried to sound calm.

"Just think of it as... a super-sized Quidditch practice session. Think of how we practiced with George and Flander in the Burrow's backyard."

Moreover, we have fire bolts! These are the best brooms!

“Yes… Fire crossbow bolts…” Ron, standing beside him, looked down at the broom handle gleaming coldly in his arms, seemingly finding a sliver of comfort and confidence in it.

"The best broom...the best..."

The two took a deep breath and looked at each other.

Moreover, they also have "assistance".

As the time goes.

The light at the end of the passage grew increasingly blinding, and the deafening strains of the Irish national anthem and cheers were clearly audible, interspersed with the cheers of Bulgarian fans.

The coach abruptly stopped, just a second before he stepped onto the edge of the massive stadium, which was the focus of hundreds of thousands of fervent eyes.

He turned around, his face more serious than ever before, his sharp gaze sweeping over Harry and Ron at the very back:
"Listen, Potter, Weasley!"
Forget your age and your experience in the outside world!
Now, you are Ireland's seekers and goalkeepers!
Hop on your broomstick and fly up!

Use all your strength to chase and block!
Winning or losing is up to fate, but your attitude reflects Ireland's attitude!

For Ireland!

He slammed his fist heavily on the green badge on his chest.

After saying that, he stopped looking at the two of them and strode into the stadium, which was illuminated by magical light as if it were daytime.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and followed.

After the team members in front of them came out to play.

The deafening roar instantly engulfed Harry and Ron.

Huge Irish flags billowed in the stands, turning into a green sea, while countless fanatical faces flashed before my eyes.

Even three years later, they will only be fifteen years old.

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, both seeing a strange glint in each other's eyes, and a hint of desperate resolve after being driven to the brink.

The face paint on Ron's face looked both comical and tragic at this moment.

“For Ireland?” Ron’s voice was dry and hoarse.

“For Ireland!” Harry said through gritted teeth.

Both of them gripped the broom handles of the fire crossbows tightly, the icy touch seeming to be their only support at that moment.

Harry suddenly lifted his leg and straddled the broom.

Ron almost subconsciously imitated his movements.

The two followed behind their coach and teammates, riding on brand-new fire crossbows, swaying but with unwavering determination, facing the roaring sound and countless focused gazes.

They flew towards the World Cup finals, a place belonging to the top Quidditch champions, but now destined to be filled with absurdity and challenges.

The passageway is very close to the exits for both teams.

Cheng Xiao gripped Hermione's clothes tightly, his small eyes squinting as he eagerly surveyed the overly "lively" sky.
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"Miss Granger, over here!"

Mr. Weasley waved to Ginny from a distance.

The passageway leading to the stadium was dimly lit, and the deafening roar of the crowd surged in from the entrance as if it were a tangible force.

Ginny and Hermione looked up at what was in front of them, but subconsciously looked down.

The green-clad figures of the Irish team quickly passed through the tunnel.

If you zoom in on these seven figures, you'll see that the five on the periphery are sandwiching Harry and Ron in the middle.

Ron, with his dark red hair, was clutching the fire crossbow bolt beneath him, muttering unconsciously:

"World Cup final... goalkeeper... Krum will shoot at me... I'll get killed by the ball... Mom will kill me... Fred and George will definitely open a betting pool on how many points I'll let on the first goal..."

At that moment, Ron felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and fear and panic almost overwhelmed him.

Harry's heart was pounding wildly in his chest, almost shattering his ribs.

Originally, the two of them had finally managed to build up some confidence because of Moss's existence.

But at this moment, after they came out, the tens of thousands of fans and the huge stadium were immediately shattered by the impact.

Despite the fact that the two men could still control the fire crossbow bolts beneath them and even had smiles on their faces.

But in reality, both of them had already been "away" for a while.

Now it's completely under the subconscious control of the body.

However, after the seven players representing the Irish national team took off and separated.

Harry and Ron, looking down over the entire arena from above, exchanged a glance. They both saw the other's panic and helplessness.

But at that moment, a strange, inexplicable current, a mixture of fear and immense excitement, surged through their bodies.

The skin began to flush, and the eyes became brighter than ever before.

Even the heartbeat, breathing, and pupil size all changed simultaneously.

Moss, who was preparing to inject the special drug, immediately canceled his preparations after detecting this phenomenon.

This is an uplifting hormone that is spontaneously secreted by the human body under special circumstances.

He wasn't the type to face life-or-death situations.

But at this moment, everyone is watching.

Standing at the peak of a certain wave!
The host, who had just finished presiding over the opening ceremony, changed the content of his speech in front of him.

I suddenly felt excited as I looked at the newly formed words.

Then, the scream echoed throughout the entire venue through the magic loudspeaker.

"My goodness, dear viewers, the Irish national team has just made changes to two crucial players: the Seeker and the Goalkeeper."

"And I believe that when this new Seeker is announced, all the wizards in the stadium will be surprised and cheer."

"Because he is, the legendary Harry Potter..."

"And the new goalkeeper is Ron Weasley!!!"

"To my knowledge, neither of them has a record of participating in the Quidditch World Cup, but anyway."

"I believe the upcoming matches will be incredibly exciting!"

"Of course, everyone, due to the last-minute changes in the players, the odds between the Irish national team and the Bulgarian team have been temporarily adjusted to 3.2:1."

"If there is any need to add or change anything, you can do so at any time."

As the announcer made the announcement, the entire competition venue erupted in cheers and groans.

I've heard of this name before, so I'm excited.

Others, having invested real money, seem to feel threatened by the adjustment of the win rate and are now hurling insults.

in the channel.

Cheng Xiao was like a tourist visiting the area.

The Quidditch World Cup final is an international event.

It can be said that it includes all kinds of magicians in the world.

There were people with cloth on their heads, people wrapped in black magic robes, primitive people holding scepters, and dwarves wearing black suits.

Especially in this VIP passage.

Two familiar blond figures appeared in Cheng Xiao's eyes.

At the same time, Cheng Xiao and his group were also spotted by these two.

"How lucky! Look who this is, Arthur?"

"Why aren't you staying up there? What are you doing down here?"

"I also want to say that if it rains, please remember to tell me in advance so I can prepare an umbrella."

Malfoy burst out laughing upon hearing his father's words.

Malfoy then asked Hermione, "Where are Harry and Ron?"

"If I remember correctly, aren't they both big fans of the Quidditch World Cup?"

"Or did you buy two fewer tickets even if they were the ones at the very top?"

As Malfoy spoke, a hint of doubt flashed across his face as he looked at Cheng Xiao.

There's nothing I can do; three years have passed, so naturally, I can't remember him. He just looks vaguely familiar.

"By the way, my father and I were seated in the minister's box on the third floor. Minister Cornell Fudge personally invited us!"

The father, who was holding a cane, raised it and jabbed it at Malfoy.

"Don't brag, Draco!"

There's no need to associate with these people.

After speaking, Malfoy, the father with a full head of silver hair, looked at Mr. Weasley.

"Tell Harry Potter to enjoy the present moment!"

After making his sarcastic remarks, he didn't even wait for the two of them to turn around.

The host's voice rang out from inside the venue.

And when the Irish national team came out for a parade.

Harry and Ron, dressed in green team uniforms, then stepped onto a giant magical screen as introduced by the host.

Malfoy and his stern father immediately exchanged incredulous glances.

Malfoy gripped the railing excitedly, staring at the two people waving on the magical screen.

Mr. Weasley took Hermione and Ginny past this father and son.

As they walked, he said, "The Irish team's coach just said the VIP boxes on the first floor should be up ahead, right? Let's not go to the wrong place!"

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley bumped heavily into a figure that had already stiffened.

Hermione and the others didn't have time to think about what would happen to the father and son.

But Cheng Xiao couldn't help but ask Hermione curiously.

"Why do you call him Malfoy, but his father calls him Draco?"

Hermione: "Because his full name is Draco Malfoy."

"But this guy has been bragging about his pure-blooded lineage since his first year, so he prefers to be called Malfoy."

His father, Lucius Malfoy, was one of the Hogwarts School of Management's trustees.

After entering the box that was decorated with the Irish flag.

Cheng Xiao then understood why the coach had said that drinks and snacks were free.

If Cheng Xiao hadn't been certain that the location was correct, he would have thought he had wandered into a luxurious buffet restaurant.

Mr. Weasley and the youngest, Ginny, immediately began their all-you-can-eat feast.

"Wait a minute, Harry and Ron don't seem to have eaten anything yet. Uh, they must be playing on an empty stomach!"

Cheng Xiao patted Hermione on the shoulder: "Don't worry, sometimes a little mental nourishment can fill you up."
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Countless green and red balloons rose and danced in the air under the influence of magic.

Once they reached a certain height, the two colored balloons suddenly exploded and turned into smoke.

Green smoke gathered and turned into fireworks that rose into the sky, and then a clown dressed in green clothes and wearing a hat appeared in mid-air.

They began to dance joyfully.

That's this moment.

"Ireland!"

"Ireland!"

"Ireland!"

Inside the stadium, all the Irish fans cheered loudly as the green clown danced.

Then the green clown exploded again and turned red.

Eight red figures flew out.

It was the seven players and coach of the Bulgarian team.

Wearing red capes, they appeared more frenetic compared to the Irish national team's methodical approach.

One of the figures released his grip and, incredibly, performed acrobatic-like feat on the flying broomstick. (End of Chapter)