Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

"After all, the legendary Goblet of Fire is about to begin, and the five of you are destined to make your names known throughout the British wizarding world."

As he spoke, the excited man spun around on the spot.

"This is absolutely fantastic! There's no news more explosive than this, is there!"

As she spoke, Rita took two steps forward, bent down, and cupped Fleur's face from Beauxbatons School of Magic.

And this is the only woman among the five.

Reporter Rita leaned in and breathed on the other's cheek, a distance that made eighteen-year-old Furong blush.

But it was this reaction that made Rita break into a big smile.

"Look at this rosy little face, it's so pretty! If it were in the newspaper, I wonder how many people it would charm."

Rita rubbed and pinched her hands as she spoke, which made some people envious.

There's no way around it, because this hibiscus is truly beautiful.

However, Rita quickly shifted her target after teasing him, covering her mouth in surprise.

"Oh, and this guy's muscles are just too massive. I wonder how much strength is hidden in those broad chests and shoulders."

"Krum, I know you, the genius Chaser in Quidditch."

As she spoke, this woman started groping him like a female hooligan.

The touch made 18-year-old Krum blush as well.

It was at this moment that Harry and Cedric both took a step back in fear.

However, they still couldn't escape what happened next.

Rita turned around and looked him up and down:
"Tsk tsk tsk, and there's this one too, take a look."

Handsome, dashing, and brimming with youthful energy.

As she spoke, Rita took a deep breath, lost in reverie.

"Oh, she's absolutely stunning."

Cedric didn't dare to move at all while looking at the other person's praise, but he still got his cheek touched.

Harry Potter, of course, did not escape the clutches of this mature woman.

The reporter even hugged them both, one on each side.

Then, with an exaggerated expression, he said:
"Cedric Potter, two of the most famous people in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Potter, just how much courage do you have in your little head? I really want to find out."

"Alright, you two, tell me quickly, how can one become a warrior?"

"I think the newspaper's readers want to know, and they are even more eager to know."

"Yes, that's the smile."

Snap…

"This photo is definitely good, so now it's the last one's turn."

“My dear Mr. Cheng Xiao”.

As he spoke, the overly enthusiastic reporter kissed him directly.

When Harry looked over.

Cheng Xiao's baby face was covered with red lipstick marks.

Meanwhile, the camera was snapping away frantically.

Seeing this, Harry and his friends didn't think the reporter was taking advantage of them; on the contrary, they wanted to eat Cheng Xiao alive.

It's the kind of food that's eaten with your mouth while still alive.

"Oh my goodness, a baby's face is so captivating, the delicate touch is amazing!"

Three minutes later.

"Ahem, sorry."

"According to the Ministry of Magic's procedures, the next step is the individual interviews. Let's start with the youngest, Mr. Cheng Xiao."

Without waiting for a reply, Rita pulled Cheng Xiao off Harry's shoulder and pressed him forcefully against the magnificent mountain.

Cheng Xiao struggled for a moment.

Others might think that Cheng Xiao was the one who was coerced.

But Harry is now completely speechless.

Because he knew this guy's strength too well; he was someone who could do push-ups with just one finger.

If he really didn't want to, he would have jumped out long ago.

How could I possibly be coerced?

Moreover, Harry had to admit that the Daily Prophet's reporter was on par with Fleur.

Golden, wavy hair, black-rimmed glasses, and striking features.

With her full waist and long legs, and perfect proportions, she undeniably possesses the conventional definition of charm.

And so, thirty minutes later.

Rita, the reporter, walked out with a flushed face.

"Ahem, next one, Mr. Potter, come on, kid!"

Harry, who felt something was off about the style of the scene but couldn't quite put his finger on it, could only follow them into the small room.

After being dragged inside, Harry stared wide-eyed at the baby who was getting dressed.

As a result, this person gave a look that said, "I trust you're one of us," and then walked out.

Harry felt something was off, and he began to feel disoriented.

Cheng Xiao no longer cared what would happen to Harry.

Cheng Xiao only had two words to say right now: very smooth!
Seeing Harry's unfocused look, Rita reminded him:
"Mr. Potter, please be serious!"

"Also, you don't mind if I use a shorthand quill pen, do you?"

Harry looked at the suddenly serious and rigid man and nodded blankly:

"No, of course I don't mind."

“So, Mr. Potter, you, a twelve-year-old boy…”

Harry:

"Sorry, I'm fifteen."

"Oh, cross out twelve, write fifteen."

Harry saw the quill pen floating in the air begin to draw the sentence he had just heard.

Rita continued to ask questions:

"Alright, Mr. Potter, even so, you're only fifteen years old, and you're going to compete with four adults. Are you prepared?"

"After all, compared to you, they not only have three more years of study time, but they are also more..."

"Ahem, that last sentence is crossed out!"

After Rita finished speaking, Harry saw the quill pen floating in the air show an angry expression, but it still crossed out the words it had just written.

It was drawn as a standard black square.

Rita continued, "The four of them also possess almost all the magic of their respective academies, so are you nervous?"

Harry Potter shook his head:

"No, I don't know, because I haven't thought about these things."

"And I also know quite a lot of magic."

As Harry spoke, he saw the quill pen begin to write rapidly.

It reads: "Harry Potter said I don't take them seriously and never worry about that because I'm a genius and have more magic than they do."

Harry's eyes widened when he saw this.

Rita smiled and said from the side:

"Don't worry about it. I'll polish and revise it when I get back. Don't worry, we're on the same side."

"But I also believe that Mr. Potter, you are not just a simple fifteen-year-old boy, are you..."

"...Your past is legendary, you know?"

Actually, I've wanted to interview you for a long time. I didn't expect it to take so long.

"So, Mr. Potter, do you admit that it was the trauma of your past that made you yearn to sign up and take the risk of becoming a warrior?"

"No, no, no, I didn't register."

Rita smiled and nodded:

“Yes, yes, of course not.” “However, everyone likes to rebel, Harry, I believe you are no exception, right?”

"Speaking of your parents, if they were still alive, what do you think they would think?"
Pride? Worry? Or fear?

"Because your actions, to put it kindly, are an attempt to become a warrior, a thirst for attention to prove yourself."

"To put it bluntly, it means they don't want to live anymore..."

Harry didn't hear the question. Because he hadn't said anything, yet the quill had already written a long passage in the air and was still going on.

What? Her eyes welled up with tears as she recalled the past, and she broke down in tears when talking about her parents, throwing herself into reporter Rita's arms.

Noticing Harry's expression, the reporter gently reached out and took the quill, then broke it in two right in front of Harry.

Then he smiled and said:
"Alright, Harry, this is just a crazy quill pen designed to attract attention, don't worry about it."

"Let's continue with the previous question."

Without the quill pen to interfere, the question and answer session was over in just a few minutes.

After Harry came out, he checked the clock in the room. From the time he was pulled in until the interview ended, it had only been less than four minutes.

But why did it take Brother Cheng half an hour?
Well, perhaps Brother Cheng Xiao's background is rather complicated.

The subsequent Cedric, Krum, and Fleur all took roughly the same amount of time.

After the interview, Cheng Xiao sat on Harry's shoulders, waving his hand with lingering enthusiasm, looking forward to the next meeting.

The college corridor.

"Here you go, Harry, this is for you."

Professor Lupin handed over the black owl on his shoulder.

Seeing Harry's confusion, Lupin looked around before whispering:

"Because of the attack on the Quidditch World Cup, the Ministry of Magic has been intercepting owls. Your Hedwig is too obvious; you'd better use this one next time."

"Blake spends the day in the Forbidden Forest; if there's an emergency, we can use him to deliver messages."

As soon as Lupin finished speaking, Harry felt a sharp pain in his finger.

"Ouch, my hand!"

Lupin slapped his forehead: "I was just about to say that this owl likes to bite, but I was too late."

"I don't know how Blake trains, but it's okay, I'll take you to get your wound bandaged."

It was only then that Harry remembered something, and he shook his head with a strange expression as he looked at his bleeding wound.

"Professor Lupin, no need. Brother Cheng just gave me a bottle of White Dictamnus, which we got from Professor Snape a couple of days ago."

As Harry spoke, he took out a small bottle and dripped a drop onto the wound.

As a plume of white smoke rose, the wound was covered by a layer of fresh skin.

It healed almost instantly.

Seeing this, Lupin patted Harry on the shoulder and whispered:
"That's good. See you tonight."

Harry nodded, then looked at the potion and his healed wound with a somewhat speechless expression.

Why doesn't Brother Cheng just tell him what will happen?

Instead of warning him that he might get hurt, they gave him a healing potion?

Harry was speechless at this.

As Harry was thinking, he saw Ron and Neville walking towards him in the distance.

Neville said excitedly, "Good evening, Harry."

"By the way, do you have your notes from yesterday's herbalism class?"

"The characteristics of Mediterranean plants are truly..."

As Neville was speaking, Ron grabbed him and pulled him away.

This person, with low emotional intelligence and a lack of common sense, failed to notice the awkwardness between Harry and Ron.

Harry watched Ron's retreating figure with a complex expression, but his typical male emotions prevented him from making any attempt to stop him.

A hundred meters away.

"Um, what happened between my brother and Harry?"

"in argument?"

Hermione and Ginny, arm in arm, witnessed this scene from a hundred meters away.

Hermione thought about the conversation between the two people last night.

"Perhaps, you could see it as a couple having a tiff."

Hermione, seeing Ginny's wide eyes, quickly added:

"That's not my opinion, that's how Brother Cheng described it back then."

"However, I feel that what he said is also very true, because the two people just now looked a lot like those sixth or seventh graders."

As they spoke, the two of them burst into laughter in perfect unison.

Harry and Ron, however, were completely unaware that they had become clowns in the eyes of some people.

As the school bell rang, Harry had just gotten up to go back to his dormitory when Neville walked over.

"Hi, Harry!"

“There’s something I want to tell you, but it’s a bit complicated, so listen carefully. Ron told Corey, and then Corey told me to tell you that Hagrid has something important to discuss with you.”

"Uh, yes, that's it."

After saying that, Neville ran off.

Hermione, who was standing nearby, sighed with a very expressive expression upon seeing this.

He sighed:
"My God, relationships between boys are so complicated!"

after an hour.

As the sun set, darkness once again graced the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Two more people appeared in front of Hagrid, who was carrying an oil lamp.

Hagrid looked at Cheng Xiao on Harry's shoulder: "Well, one more person won't hurt."

"But Harry, where's the invisibility cloak I told you to bring?"

Harry nodded: "Yes, I brought it. But Hagrid, where are we going?"

"This is already a forbidden forest, do we still want to go further in?"

Hagrid lowered his head, his expression mysterious: "You'll find out soon enough."

"Oh, right, focus your attention, and make sure it's quiet, that's very important."

It was at this moment that Cheng Xiao, staring at Hagrid, suddenly said:
"Hagrid, you look very handsome today."

Haig, who was initially somewhat displeased with Cheng Xiao's uninvited arrival, immediately beamed with joy upon hearing this, and even shyly straightened his clothes.

But that's how Harry discovered some things that weren't quite right.

Harry had never seen Hagrid with that expression on his face in the past three years.

Harry couldn't help but say:
"Wait, wait, Hagrid?"

What's the purpose of the flower on your chest?

"And did you comb your hair?"

"The clothes seem clean now??"

Harry looked the giant up and down in disbelief, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

Harry wanted to ask more questions, but Cheng Xiao simply tapped him.

Hagrid sensed something and quickly said, "Invisibility Cloak, Harry, put it on quickly."

"Remember, no matter what you see later, don't make a sound!"

Harry reacted quickly, just managing to shield himself and Cheng Xiao.

Then I heard a gentle voice calling from behind me:

"Hagrid!"

"Hagrid? Where are you?"

Hearing this call, Hagrid's clumsy physique suddenly sped up, and in just a few steps, another huge figure appeared in the dark Forbidden Forest.

This figure actually looked half a head taller than Hagrid.

He was the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Magic.

The two embraced immediately. (End of Chapter)