Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The moment Harry grabbed the key

Everyone felt like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time finally erupted. The bustling crowd in the bar seemed to explode, celebrating the 'great showdown' crazily.

The clinking sound of the wine glasses was connected, because every school is the pride of the country where it is located, and these British wizards naturally regarded this victory as a victory for the United Kingdom.

"Well done! Harry Potter!"

"Long live the Savior!"

There were also a few curse words mixed in, but the target was the British Quidditch national team:

"Look at Harry Potter, look at our national team, it's all a bunch of shit! No truly outstanding talent will make it to the national team."

"That's right! Krum can still represent the Bulgarian team while still a student, why can't Harry Potter?"

"F**k! Get your money back!"

On the opposite side were the wizards from Germany and Bulgaria. They looked at Krum lying on the ground in the magic projection with gloomy faces.

Blood was flowing from his forehead, looking very terrifying, but Krum remained motionless, staring at the sky with his eyes blankly.

The extremely precious Firebolt fell to the side crookedly, covered with dirt and gravel, like a knight's rotten sword, without any edge in sight.

The exhausted Ministry of Magic official even zoomed in on Krum's face.

Ludo's voice was filled with regret:

"Oh, Krum - Krum - he couldn't pull up the broom at the last moment and fell to the ground hard. Look at his expression."

As Ludo explained, the faces of wizards in Germany, Bulgaria and other places became increasingly gloomy, and many more emotional wizards and young wizards had covered their mouths and started sobbing softly.

"What is he still doing? Stand up!"

A voice roared with anger:

"I just lost a battle, just a part of the first project! Do you just admit defeat like this?"

Harry stared blankly at the key in his hand, as if he was dreaming.

I.I got the key? Did I really get the key?

Memories of the past began to emerge in front of my eyes like running water. I found the key, chased Krum, tied with Krum, and overtook Krum.

Harry's eyes opened wider and wider, and he looked around blankly. Everyone looked at him in awe.

The little wizards and wizards of Hogwarts who have gone crazy celebrating, with fireworks shining above their heads, are the creations of the Weasley brothers.

But isn't this something that Hogwarts will bring out when they win the championship?

Why use it now?

I just got the keys!

An explosive joy quickly filled his body, Harry opened his mouth wide, I got the key!

I defeated Viktor Krum!

I beat the best chaser in the world!

Lu Duo ended his hearty roar without saying anything, took the potion handed over by the assistant official and drank it in one gulp.

My throat, which had been hoarse to the point of burning just now, felt ice cold, and I couldn't help but shiver because of the comfort.

Then he said with emotion:

"People often say that you can never know which side is up until the coin hits the ground. No one thought that Harry, who was much more immature than Krum at the beginning, could make a miraculous comeback.

But let's congratulate the Hogwarts Warriors and congratulate Harry Potter.

This is a duel that is destined to be remembered in history! "

Harry suppressed the joy in his heart and flew towards the entrance of the second level. He couldn't wait to see the wonderful expressions on his friends' faces when they found out that he was the second one to get the key.

Krum was lying on the ground. The confusion and strong loss in his heart made him not want to move at all, and even wanted to quit the game.

Until now, he still couldn't figure out why he lost, to a fourth-grade wizard who was inferior to him in both broom and skill.

When Harry's back passed through his eyes, it was like a magnet that firmly attracted Krum's gaze.

"The battle hasn't stopped yet." He mumbled in a low voice. Under the surprised gaze of the medical officer, he suddenly stood up and wiped the blood on his face nonchalantly.

He grabbed the Firebolt, like an injured goshawk that bravely soared into the sky again.

Ludo was stunned for a moment. He felt that today was definitely his lucky day, because he not only saw a great matchup, but also saw a player who was destined to be called great in the future.

He took a deep breath, raised the microphone and shouted:

"Victor Krum! He stood up again! Flying into the sky!"

The sun dispelled the darkness again, and the gloomy-faced people in Germany and Bulgaria once again raised their hands. They roared with ferocious expressions, as if doing so could convey their support to their pride through alchemical projections.

"Krum!"

Just as Harry thought, when he passed the entrance and reached the second level, what he saw was the shocked faces of Ron and Neville.

"Harry???"

And the offensive that was originally in full swing in the second level was briefly paused because of Harry's arrival.

The first key is still in Martins's hand, and Castrobshe has huddled together at this moment.

Long branches sprouted from the tails of their brooms, and these branches were intertwined and woven into a huge takraw ball that enveloped them.

The entity has a strong ability to block spells, and it cannot use destructive spells such as tearing apart. In addition, the people hiding inside are desperately casting various defensive spells, and they are also vigorously spreading pollen with unknown effects.

A group of warriors responsible for interception really couldn't do anything with this turtle shell.

But success is like a turtle shell, or failure is like a turtle shell. The already extremely effective whirlwind sweep is a special attack against this huge sepak takraw ball.

Martins watched through the observation surface of the sepak takraw ball for a while, and found that Harry had successfully obtained the key and entered the second level.

His face couldn't help but twist, and he cursed in a low voice: "It's not Krum, he must have used some despicable means to cheat!"

He was not a fool after all, and he immediately thought about what kind of chain reaction an extra key would cause.

Whether the warriors are willing or not, there is no doubt that the appearance of that boy Harry Potter will help them attract some firepower!

Martins thought carefully for a while, pulled his teammates around him, and whispered:

"Later, once that idiot Harry Potter and his two idiot friends hit the third level, we will rush in from the other direction.

And then you take Ronaldo and form another vine ball to distract, you know? "

The person he held did not dare to say anything, and could only hesitantly nod in agreement.

Martins nodded with satisfaction. As noble priests, these people were just slaves who were slaughtered at will in the past.

Sigh - what a good era, why do nosy fools like Dumbledore appear, forcing everyone to reform, otherwise...