The Peruvian team's entrance was especially spectacular and left a deep impression.
As one of the final eight, they were naturally very strong.
Even against Bulgaria, the team most favored to win this World Cup, they should not have lost too badly.
The referee's whistle blew, and both prepared sides moved at once.
The bright red Quaffle was carried away by an equally crimson figure.
Amid the fans' gasps, Ivanova threw the Quaffle into Peru's goal.
Bagman, who was commentating, was briefly stunned. "This... Bulgaria's Ivanova has actually scored the first goal right at the start! What an unexpected development!"
In the box,
All the kids turned to stare at Vincent in unison.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?"
Fred grinned wickedly and jabbed Vincent's arm with his elbow. "Well, well~ Bulgaria's female Chaser really has your style."
George chimed in from the side, "Exactly. If you weren't sitting right here, I'd have thought you were the one out on the field."
Vincent twitched the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, Bagman's startled cry rang out again.
"Merlin's beard! Ivanova has scored another goal! Less than two minutes into the match, she has already contributed twenty points for Bulgaria!"
Through the slow-motion replay of the Magical Projection, everyone could clearly see how she and two teammates had closed in with the Hawkhead Attacking Formation, then used a Transylvania feint to seize the Quaffle and score.
Such an aggressive style of play felt strangely familiar.
Vincent shrugged at his friends. "She's a professional player, and she's equipped with a high-performance Firebolt. There's nothing strange about using such an aggressive strategy, is there?"
George could not help reaching out and lightly poking Vincent's cheek. After confirming that he was real, he let out