The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Chapter 430 Viktor Krum

"Ah, he-he-they set off!"

"Eagle Head Attack Formation!"

"Troy scores! 10:0, Ireland leads!"

The commentator's harsh voice echoed throughout the stadium, and the screams of the spectators were irritating.

Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum was riding a broom outside the main battlefield, his dark eyes wandering around the entire stadium, staring closely at Irish Seeker Lynch, not letting go of any flash. The passing golden light.

The young genius seeker's face was a little gloomy. He had expected the initial defeat, but the points were lost so quickly, and the teammates lost without any strength to fight back. This made him feel a little bad and a little irritable inside.

But it was just irritability. Since he was born in a traditional wizard family in Bulgaria in 1976, he knew at a very young age that his life would never be smooth sailing.

My grandfather died at the hands of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, and my father and other relatives in the family were also persecuted to varying degrees. The Krum family has never recovered... Since then, there has always been a depressive feeling in the family. The atmosphere is depressing enough to drive a normal person crazy.

Before becoming a Quidditch player, people often said that like his father, he had a bad temper, was moody, and had a withdrawn personality...

But who cares?

Viktor Krum didn't want to sink in that atmosphere, so he was eager to win, more eager than anyone thought. Just as his name Viktor means in Latin, he would be the winner. , he will be the conqueror.

"Boskov tactics!"

"Troy - the Irish team scored two more goals in ten minutes! Rewriting the score to 30:0!"

The commentator's disgusting loud voice kept shouting, causing the spectators who could not understand the game to cheer and make the whole stadium tremble and shake.

Viktor Krum lifted the front of the broom, bowed his back, and stared directly at the Irish Seeker Lynch, like a grizzly bear staring at its prey.

He inherited many things from his long-standing Krum family bloodline, including black hair and eyes, a large chiseled nose, and thick and burly limbs.

But that's not all he inherited. He is not a mindless power creature like a troll.

Precise and profound transfiguration is his best subject, and obscure black magic is one of his interests. As a native Bulgarian speaker, he also taught himself English...

His fully developed brain makes him responsive, and his sharp eyes can quickly capture fast-moving things. However, his overdeveloped shoulder and neck muscles and thick leg muscles cannot keep up with his nerves. He always thinks when walking on the ground. He waddles like a duck, so people always think he is only good at power sports.

But when he flies up on a broomstick, the muscles on his body no longer limit him. The broomstick becomes a part of his body and can fully respond to his free will. Nothing on the court can hinder him.

Viktor Krum took in a gentle breath and exhaled in a smooth and soothing voice. The muscles in his chest and back tensed and relaxed with his breathing——

The next moment, Krum shot out like a bolt of black lightning, quickly passing through the attacking Bulgarian chasers!

Aidan Lynch, the chaser of the Irish team, only hesitated for a moment and quickly turned his broom to follow. Lynch narrowed his eyes and stared at Krum's thick back. He suspected that this was Krum's fake. action, but thinking that his action interrupted his own Bulgarian attack, he was convinced that he had indeed seen the Golden Snitch.

After Aidan Lynch determined Klum's direction, he began to accelerate, and the two of them fell straight towards the ground of the arena, like meteorites falling from the sky.

One hundred thousand wizard spectators watched the two Seekers with bated breath. Even the commentator Ludo Bagman couldn't help but exclaimed: "Merlin, they are going to fall to the ground!"

boom--

Aidan Lynch fell heavily to the court ground, blood splattered.

And Viktor Krum calmly pulled up the broomstick, and Shi Shiran rose into the sky again. Krum looked around with a cold expression, not even looking at Lynch on the ground.

Everything was as expected. In fact, he didn't find the Golden Snitch at all. His downward dive was just a confusing move. The Seeker on the opposite side really grabbed his position, but he didn't expect that he would change direction at the last moment...

"The game is suspended!"

Following the referee's gesture and the commentator's shout, the two teams each hovered over their own pitch. The therapist from St. Mungo's Magic Wounded Hospital quickly rushed into the field and checked Aidan Lynch's injury with quick movements.

There was a lively discussion in the audience seats, and the top box was no exception.

"No, isn't it said that Krum is the best at Wronsky's fake moves?" Ginny hugged Harry's arm tightly, with a look of horror on her face, as if she was frightened, and she stammered, "Why did Aidan... Lynch will still be fooled..."

Harry gently patted her shoulder and explained: "This is where he was smart. He interrupted his own team's attack before diving, which made Lynch completely believe that he had found the Golden Snitch."

"Yes, really?" Ginny poked her head out and glanced at Lynch on the ground. She was so frightened by the bloody scene that she retracted her head and buried it in Harry's arm without daring to raise her head.

Hermione: ...

Feeling blind, Hermione looked around at everyone and found that no wizard seemed surprised by this scene. She couldn't help but ask: "Is he okay? Can the game continue?"

"Don't worry!" Ron said carelessly, "Krum is best at Wronsky's fake moves. In every game, some unlucky guy will be injured. The therapist already has experience!"

Hermione sat back in her seat uneasy and sighed in Loren's ear: "I really still don't like this sport."

Loren smiled: "At least tonight's game doesn't look like it will last five days."

Hermione glanced at the blood on the ground from a distance. Although the therapist was very skilled in treating fractures, she was a little worried that the blood of the Irish team's Seeker would not be able to withstand such bleeding...

A few minutes later, Aidan Lynch took to the sky again on his broomstick. His injury seemed to arouse the anger of the Irish team. The chasers quickly reorganized a more violent attack, and the ferocity suddenly increased to a level. . The Irish team's offensive was like a bursting flame, which completely overwhelmed the Bulgarian team and could only watch the score getting wider and wider.

Scores flapped on the scoreboard, Ireland: 170, Bulgaria: 10.

Viktor Krum glanced at the scoreboard expressionlessly, turned his broom around, and dived straight toward the ground again.