Viktor Krum

"Ah, he—he—they've set off!"

"Eagle Head Attack Formation!"

"Troy scores! 10-0, Ireland team takes the lead!"

The commentator's shrill voice echoed throughout the stadium, and the audience's deafening screams were irritating.

Bulgaria Seeker Viktor Krum rode his broomstick outside the main field, his dark eyes scanning the entire field, keeping a close eye on Ireland Seeker Lynch while also keeping a watchful eye on any fleeting glimpse of gold.

The young, talented Seeker looked somewhat gloomy. He had expected a poor start, but the speed at which he lost points and the fact that his teammates were completely outmatched made him feel uneasy and a little irritated.

However, it was just frustration. Born in 1976 into a traditional shaman family in Bulgaria, he knew from a very young age that his life had never been smooth sailing.

My grandfather died at the hands of the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, and my father and other family members also suffered persecution to varying degrees. The Krum family never recovered from that time... Since then, a suffocating atmosphere has always been present in the house, so suffocating that it could drive a normal person crazy.

Before he became Quidditch player, people often said that he was like his father: short-tempered, moody, and withdrawn...

But who cares?

Viktor Krum did not want to succumb to that atmosphere, so he craved victory more than anyone else could imagine, just as the Latin meaning of his name Viktor meant: he would be the victor, he would be the conqueror.

"Porskoff Ploy!"

"Troy - Ireland team have scored two more goals in ten minutes! The score is now 30-0!"

The commentator's annoyingly loud shouting continued, eliciting cheers and excitement from the spectators who didn't understand the game, shaking the entire stadium.

Viktor Krum lifted the broom tip, bent over, and stared intently at Ireland's Seeker Lynch, like a grizzly bear eyeing its prey.

He inherited many things from his ancient Krum family lineage: black hair and eyes, a well-defined nose, and thick, muscular limbs.

But he inherited more than that; he was not a mindless, power-type creature like a troll.

His forte is the intricate and profound Transfiguration, while obscure and mysterious Dark Arts is one of his interests. As a native Bulgaria speaker, he has also taught himself English...

His fully developed brain made him quick-witted, and his sharp eyes could quickly capture fast-moving objects. However, his overdeveloped shoulder and neck muscles and thick leg muscles could not keep up with his nerves, and he always waddled like a duck when he walked on the ground. Therefore, people always thought that he was only good at strength-based sports.

But when he takes to the air on his broomstick, his muscles are no longer a constraint; the flying broomstick becomes an extension of his body, fully responding to his free will, and nothing on the field can hinder him.

Viktor Krum took a deep breath and exhaled smoothly and evenly, the muscles in his chest and back tensing and relaxing with each breath.

The next moment, Krum shot out like a black lightning bolt, quickly passing through the middle of the attacking Bulgaria Chaser!

Ireland Chaser Aidan Lynch hesitated for only a moment before quickly turning his broom and following. Lynch squinted at Krum's thick back. He had suspected it was a feint by Krum, but considering that his move had interrupted his own Bulgaria attack, he was certain that he had indeed seen the Golden Snitch.

Once Aidan Lynch had determined Krum's direction, he began to accelerate, and the two of them plummeted straight down towards the arena floor, like meteorites falling from the sky.

One hundred thousand wizarding spectators held their breath, watching the two Seeker intently. Even commentator Ludo Bagman couldn't help but exclaim, "By Merlin, they're going to crash!"

Bang--

Aidan Lynch crashed heavily onto the court, blood splattering everywhere.

Viktor Krum calmly pulled up the broom handle and leisurely rose back into the sky. Krum surveyed his surroundings, his expression indifferent, not even glancing at Lynch on the ground.

Everything went as planned. In fact, he hadn't noticed the Golden Snitch at all; the downward dive was just a decoy. The Seeker on the other side was indeed sticking to him tightly, but no one expected him to change direction at the last moment...

"The game is paused!"

With the referee's gestures and the commentator's shouts, the two teams hovered above their respective fields. The Healer from St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries rushed onto the field and swiftly examined Aidan Lynch's injuries.

A lively discussion erupted in the audience seats, and the VIP boxes on the top floor were no exception.

"No, wasn't Krum supposed to be best at Lansky feint?" Ginny clung tightly to Harry's arm, her face filled with terror, seemingly terrified, her words stammering, "Why would Aidan Lynch fall for it..."

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

"Is that so?" Ginny peeked out and glanced at Lynch on the ground, but was so frightened by the bloody scene that she shrank back and buried her head in Harry's arms, too scared to look up.

Hermione:...

Feeling unable to bear the sight, Hermione glanced around and, noticing that no wizard seemed surprised by the scene, couldn't help but ask, "Is he alright? Can the match continue?"

"Don't worry!" Ron said nonchalantly, "Krum is best at the Lansky feint, and there's always an unlucky guy who gets injured in every match. The Healer has experience with it!"

Hermione sat back down, still a little uneasy, and sighed in Loren's ear, "I still don't like this sport."

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

Hermione glanced at the bloodstains on the ground from afar. Although the Healer was skilled at treating fractures, she was worried that the Ireland team Seeker's blood wouldn't be able to withstand such a loss...

A few minutes later, Aidan Lynch was back in the air on his broomstick. His injury seemed to have ignited the anger of the Ireland team, Chaser quickly reorganized their attack, intensifying their ferocity. The Ireland team offensive was like Bursting Flame, overwhelming the Bulgaria team, who could only watch helplessly as the score gap widened.

The scoreboard showed the scores: Ireland: 170, Bulgaria: 10.

Viktor Krum glanced expressionlessly at the scoreboard, turned his broom around, and plunged down to the ground again.