Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Hermione rolled her eyes at him before looking up and asking:

"Brother Cheng, who was the last person to appear yesterday?"

"He can cast dark magic marks, so he must be a Death Eater, but why won't you let us attack?"

Last night, just as the three of them had completely set the entire tent camp ablaze.

A man in his thirties suddenly came into their view.

The person's appearance was unclear, but it was evident that he was not wearing a heavy black magic robe.

So the three of them initially thought he was a stranded person from the neighborhood.

But before they could get close, the man raised his wand and pointed it at the sky.

Then a terrifying green beam shot out from the wand and soared into the sky.

A chilling skull mark materialized in the dark sky.

None of the three people who witnessed this scene had removed their guns.

Even without Moss's reminder, they instinctively raised their guns.

But this time, they didn't even have time to launch an attack.

Cheng Xiao confiscated their weapons.

And then they pulled the three of them back.

They didn't have the energy to pay attention to this issue yesterday.

But even now, thinking about it, I can't help but ask again.

Cheng Xiao looked up:

"Harry, do you remember the man you saw in your dream?"

"It's a middle-aged man with blond hair, dark eyes, and a black tattoo on his wrist."

Harry nodded.

"I remember, it was that guy called Little Barty?"

"Was he the one who released the dark magic mark?"

Cheng Xiao nodded.

"Yes, back then, the three of you could probably have killed him with your electromagnetic shields and firearms."

"But believe me, he is still of greater use now that he is alive."

After thinking it over, the three of them nodded.

Cheng Xiao changed the subject and asked again:
"By the way, you mentioned before that Professor Lupin was spared from werewolf transformation because of a drop of blood, so he has continued to teach at Hogwarts, right?"

Harry nodded: "That's right, I missed my chance the first time because I didn't have it with me."

"After using the time-tamper to go back to a day earlier, Hermione and I succeeded while we were away the first time."

"So Professor Lupin was no longer in danger of getting out of control and has been teaching at the school ever since, instructing in Black Magic courses."

Cheng Xiao nodded.

All he wants to know now is how Barty the Younger, who has been given the mark of dark magic, will get into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, now that the plot has been changed.
Will he still pretend to be Dumbledore's friend, or the former Auror Moody, just like in the original story?
As Cheng Xiao looked at Ron across from him, whose eyes were bruised, he suddenly felt a loss of appetite.

With a flick of his wrist, a small ball of golden flame flew over.

Looking at the light and shadow reflected in the plate, Ron touched it and was surprised to find that he was actually healed.

And whether it was just his imagination or not, Ron felt that he seemed to have become a little more handsome after being burned by the fire.

"Harry, Hermione, do you think I've become more handsome?"

Hearing this extremely irritating question, Harry and Hermione looked up and stared at each other.

The more they looked at it, the more problems seemed to arise, but they would never admit it.

So they all shook their heads, keeping their mouths shut.

"Looks like he's recovering well."

Mr. Weasley, carrying two small shoulder bags, came downstairs and felt much more at ease seeing the three chatting and laughing.

"Harry, Ron, this is for you."

Mr. Weasley handed two rather worn-out satchels to Ron and Harry.

Molly, Ron's mother, pulled a tiny, exquisite pearl pouch from her bosom.

Compared to the two dark green shoulder bags, this small bag with purple pearls looks almost brand new.

Hermione instinctively looked in Ron's direction, but he was so engrossed in staring at the handbag in his hand that he didn't even notice Hermione's gaze.

Mrs. Morrie smiled knowingly at the sight.

He whispered to Hermione:

"Don't look at him, this is for you to accept."

Mr. Weasley coughed twice, drawing everyone's attention.

Then he spoke:
"Your luggage is packed."

Yes, that's the one you have in your hands.

This backpack has been enchanted with a seamless stretching spell, similar to a tent, but even more valuable, as it can store a large number of personal items.

"Alright, Ron and the others can study this when they get back to school. Now, you all need to get to London train station immediately."

"The express train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is already waiting."

Ron, who was holding the satchel, was taken aback:
"Express train?"

"Isn't Father's school starting tomorrow?"

Mr. Weasley sighed: "For some reason, it's been brought forward."

"But that's fine too, and once you're inside the academy, you'll be absolutely safe."

"Only then can we feel at ease."

The three of them instantly understood what Mr. Weasley meant by certain reasons.

There wasn't much to say along the way, except that Cheng Xiao didn't seem to have a ticket, nor was he qualified to buy one.

Fortunately, he still had the admission notice with the red stamp from three years ago.

Despite the suspicion that it was expired.

But in the end, he boarded the express train to Hogwarts without any major incident.

As the steam train whistle sounded...

The vehicle began to move slowly forward without any shaking, and it was at this moment that Ron tossed a coin into the air.

Then an owl dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet.

In the carriage.

The four of them huddled together with their heads down.

"Sure enough, it's already been published in the newspaper."

Hermione closed the newspaper and pointed to the animated image that took up the largest section in the middle.

The picture shows the burned-out tent camp and the green skull in the sky.

The title was: Quidditch World Cup Terrorist Attack.

"It's a pity that this didn't happen."

"Harry and Ron, you two are going to be very famous."

Cheng Xiao looked at another page of the newspaper, where a dynamic picture showed Harry and Ron riding a fire bolt and wearing Irish national team jerseys.

Cheng Xiao could imagine that if the attack hadn't happened, the two of them would probably still be celebrating yesterday's victory right now.

Instead of sitting here quietly reading the newspaper.

Harry glanced outside to make sure no one was around before whispering:

"It doesn't seem to mention the Death Eaters who all died, only the dark magic marks in the air and the attacked camp tents."

Hermione and Ron huddled together and were both filled with surprise when they saw the end.

Cheng Xiao stared at the three of them with an idiotic expression:

"Please, of course, there was no body, no bloodstains, no traces. Even the bloodstains and the flying bits of flesh were burned to ashes."

"The fearless reporters who went later had nothing to photograph except the black magic markers in the sky."

"And even if some mages hiding in the distance heard the gunshots, there were no bullets or casings at the scene."

"With no one left to testify after the death."

"I have to admire how these reporters managed to put together a whole page of news; they're even better at fabricating stories than I am!"

Harry nodded after reading the entire newspaper, because he suddenly realized that he had read so many words, yet it seemed that not a single one was useful…

Because they all knew roughly what was going on beforehand. Just like Cheng Xiao said, it was indeed a bit watered down.

"And haven't you noticed that the whole incident reported in the newspapers, combined with what we know, forms a terrifying fact?"

"Even the Ministry of Magic can't figure out where these dark wizards came from, or why they attacked the Quidditch World Cup."

"Furthermore, given that this was such a large international event, with even the Minister of the International Ministry of Magic in attendance, there was absolutely no reaction or retaliation?"

"Isn't this strange?"

"Not even a single security measure?"

Hermione finally put down the newspaper and looked at Harry and Ron seriously.

Ron said immediately.

“There are measures in place, and my dad said there are many more.”

Hermione nodded: "Yes, but that's the problem. In the very beginning, they carried out this attack right under the noses of the Ministry of Magic."

"If there really were measures in place, where did they all go?"

This is absolutely outrageous.

Cheng Xiao's outcome topic.

"I think Hermione already knows what's going on, doesn't she?"

Cheng Xiao looked at Hermione's confident expression and said.

Harry and Ron looked at this person with suspicion.

Hermione took a deep breath with a serious expression:

"Actually, it's not difficult to accomplish something like this. All you need to do is ensure that there are Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic, and that person's position must be at least higher than Ron's father's."

"Just like Ron's lies allowed Mr. Weasley and the others to go back early."

"That Death Eater in the Ministry of Magic can do that too; he can easily get the guards to evacuate."

"Even the mages who cooperated with those who attacked."

"Snacks! Snacks for sale!"

"Kids, would you like some snacks?"

An elderly woman in a floral dress stopped at the carriage door, pushing a cart laden with a dazzling array of snacks, interrupting the somewhat somber conversation.

The four exchanged glances, and all but Hermione stood up.

Cheng Xiao jumped up and started picking things out, much to the old lady's surprise.

Ron shouted:

"I want a bag of Bubble Gum, two more, no, three Licorice Magic Wands."

Cheng Xiao didn't hold back at all, picking one of the ones he'd never seen before and throwing it directly into the private room.

After all, he had wanted to do this for the past three years.

Harry is making his final choice.

Just then, a rather pleasant sound came from the other side of the car.

"Two pumpkin pies, please."

Because Ron and Hermione had already returned to the box.

Only Harry, who was standing by the door in the aisle, and Cheng Xiao, who was in the snack cart, saw the person who spoke.

The two looked up.

This is a rare person of Asian descent.

Black hair, black eyes.

In addition, there were Hogwarts school clothes and beautiful yet simple features.

"What an adorable baby!"

The girl who took the pumpkin pie looked at the baby with outstretched arms and the same skin color, and Cheng Xiao gently picked him up without thinking much.

Harry's eyes widened as he saw Cheng Xiao press his entire face against a certain spot.

Then he kept shaking his head, shaking his head, and shaking his head again.

And behind this girl.

Is that Harry Potter?

"The Harry Potter of the World Cup?"

"That Seeker?"

"Our classmates?"

The girl holding Cheng Xiao is probably being followed by her friend.

So when they saw Harry, they all became excited.

They had seen the newspapers, but these students preferred news about the Quidditch World Cup to news about the terrorist attacks.

Especially the one who decides the outcome: the youngest Seeker in history, Harry Potter!
The girl, who had been focused on the snack cart and Cheng Xiao, turned her attention to Harry Potter when she heard the noise behind her.

The two looked at each other.

It's unclear whether it was Cheng Xiao's action or the eye contact that caused it.

The girl's face flushed slightly.

Harry didn't even bother choosing snacks and reached out to grab Cheng Xiao, who wanted to explore further.

"Ahem, he wasn't actually a baby..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Cheng Xiao, who was being held, started wailing and screaming.

Her little hands and feet trembled unconsciously, and huge tears instantly streamed down her face.

The girl stared at Harry with wide eyes, giving him a bizarre expression as if he were a baby.

Then this person saw Harry's expression twitch as he pulled a dagger from his pocket and pressed the switch on it.

After a soft buzzing sound, Cheng Xiao sprang up as if he had been electrocuted.

With a 360-degree turn like a gymnast, and a perfect landing, he returned to the private room.

Without batting an eye, he unpacked the snacks and started eating.

She was elegant and composed throughout.

However, the three main characters who saw another side of Cheng Xiao are now somewhat speechless.

Of course, Cheng Xiao was actually cursing under his breath.

(When did Harry become so clever? He knows to use a vibrating dagger to scare me?)
(Another day of missing Zhan Lan and Zhu Wen.)
"goodbye!"

See you at school!

After Harry finished speaking, the sounds of several girls playing and laughing could be heard fading into the distance.

"Is there anything else you'd like, darling?"

The old lady's words brought Harry back to his senses, and he casually grabbed two snacks and started paying.

Naturally, they settled the score with Cheng Xiao and Ron.

In the past, Ron would probably have felt embarrassed and paid for it himself.

But Ron doesn't feel there's anything wrong with this right now.

Harry's money is his money, no problem.

"Hermione, here!"

Ron handed over the open licorice wand.

"Eat something, your throat doesn't sound too good!"

"This licorice wand has healing properties."

Hermione nodded and took it.

Then he looked at Cheng Xiao: "Was that Qiu just now?"

"No, it should be called Zhang Qiu."

"What's wrong with her?"

Harry heard the name for the first time, but he didn't understand why Hermione would ask Cheng Xiao that.

But what this person said next turned Harry's face into a rosy-cheeked kettle.

Cheng Xiao asked in bewilderment, "How do you know she has a problem?"

Hermione gestured with her hand: "I don't think you'd pay this much attention to someone unimportant." (End of Chapter)