Defeated Beyond Recovery, Defeated Completely

The Golden Snitch is worth 150 points, and the Bulgaria team only has one way to win.

Viktor Krum's sharp, eagle-like eyes scanned the entire arena, trying to find the Golden Snitch.

"Troy has scored again, and the situation is now very clear..."

He couldn't hear Bagman's voice; he seemed to be immersed in a world of his own.

Remove the noisy fans, remove the two teams constantly moving around the field, and remove those lifelike giant light screens.

It's that! That little golden ball with wings!

Viktor Krum suddenly accelerated and rushed over.

"Viktor! Watch out!"

He didn't hear Ivanova's warning, nor did he see the Bludger being shot at him; the only thing in his world was the Golden Snitch that seemed within reach.

"Ouch— Quigley's Bludger hit Viktor Krum's nose."

The excruciating pain made Viktor Krum instinctively grip the broom handle tightly to regain his balance, but the target he had locked onto had vanished.

So close, so very close...

Hot blood flowed from under his hooked nose.

He glanced at the score on the giant screen and wiped the blood that had flowed into his mouth with his bright red team jersey.

10:160, we must catch the Golden Snitch before the next goal!

Referee Mustafa flew to him and said, "Viktor Krum, you need to receive treatment from the on-field doctor."

"I'm fine, I can continue."

After saying that, Viktor Krum flew up into the sky and continued searching for the Golden Snitch.

"The World's Number One Seeker is this? He's got nothing but a hollow title!"

"I could dodge that kind of Bludger with my eyes closed, is he sleepwalking?"

The occasional jeers from the crowd made it difficult for Viktor Krum to concentrate.

Yes, he was indeed a bit impatient, but his teammates were doing their best to stop the Irish National Team from scoring, and they still had one more chance to tie the score.

For the championship, for glory.

However, Bagman soon announced some bad news.

"Mullet scored the crucial goal; is victory already out of reach for the Bulgaria team?"

Unless you can catch the Golden Snitch after scoring and end the game, otherwise...

"Attack! Attack with all your might!"

The Bulgaria team switched from defense to offense.

The Irish National Team also shifted from attack to defense.

After a fierce exchange, Ivanova used her flexibility to break free from the encirclement and successfully snatched the Quaffle into her arms.

At the same time, Irish National Team's Seeker, Lin Qi, also made a move.

He accelerated and flew over the stands, passing over the open-air roofs of the individual VIP boxes.

Suddenly, a bright red figure streaked past him like a shooting star.

"It's Viktor Krum! He's overtaken Lin Qi!"

The Golden Snitch isn't something that belongs to whoever discovers it first; the appearance of Wronski Feint was precisely to avoid the situation of waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out.

Viktor Krum, who accelerated to the front, seemed unconcerned about whether Lin Qi was deceiving him. He had only one thought in his mind: to catch the Golden Snitch and prove his strength.

On the other side of the field, Ivanova was very close to the goal.

But just as she was about to throw the ball, referee Mustafa blew his whistle to end the game.

She and her teammates all looked towards the VIP box in the stands, where Viktor Krum was holding up the Golden Snitch.

"Match over! 160-170, Irish National Team wins!"

After Bagman announced the result, the Irish National Team's supporters immediately cheered.

The title of the World's Number One Seeker is well-deserved, but the Bulgaria team still lost.

They missed the championship by a mere 10 points.

Compared to team honors, Klim seems to care more about individual honors.

He hovered above the VIP box where he had just caught the Golden Snitch, waving the Golden Snitch around in his hand.

Hey! Viktor!

Viktor Krum looked down and saw a pair of red-haired twins waving at him from inside the private room.

They were wearing green clover hats and appeared to be supporters of the Bulgaria team.

"Keep it up! You truly deserve to be the World's Number One Seeker!"

Another red-haired boy encouraged him, saying, "Even though you lost the game, you won, and you proved yourself!"

Viktor Krum gripped the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand.

It's just one game; we can always win it back in four years.

"Thank you! I will definitely continue to work hard!"

Just as he looked up, intending to return to his teammates, he inadvertently caught sight of a beautiful figure.

It was her, Hermione Granger.

Viktor Krum inexplicably descended and landed in front of Hermione, who had just finished chatting with Vincent.

The adults and children in the private room were all stunned.

Hermione, in particular, stared at Viktor Krum in utter astonishment.

"Hello, Hermi... Miss Granger."

"Hello, Mr. Krum."

An eerie atmosphere quickly spread, and Fred and George pinched each other hard.

It hurts, am I dreaming?

Hermione actually knows the World's Number One Seeker?!

And the two seemed to know each other quite well?

But for Hermione, all she felt right now was embarrassment.

"Hmm..." Viktor Krum awkwardly handed her the Golden Snitch, "Thank you for coming to my match, I'd like to give it to you."

Hermione wanted to politely decline, but the overly friendly twins surrounded her.

"Really? Viktor, this is the Golden Snitch from the World Cup final!"

For fans and collectors, it is a priceless treasure.

Viktor Krum blushed slightly. "It's just a souvenir. I'm going back to my country tomorrow, and I don't know if we'll have a chance to meet again."

The twins exchanged a glance and sensed that the atmosphere around them was starting to become strange.

It seems... a bit ambiguous?

Hermione smiled faintly and gently pushed the Golden Snitch forward. "Mr. Krum, your souvenir is too valuable. I can't accept it."

Viktor Krum looked somewhat embarrassed. "Uh... I was being reckless."

He lowered his hand dejectedly. "Miss Granger, do you have time tomorrow? Last time Fanny gave me a detailed tour of the stadium, and I've been wanting to thank you properly before I go back home."

Hermione hesitated for a moment.

Although it may be cruel, there are some things that must be said.

She shook her head firmly. "I'm sorry, I have plans with my boyfriend tomorrow, but I can help you contact Fanny. I'm sure he'll be very happy."

Viktor Krum's eyes dimmed.

I finally heard her say it herself.

Thinking of the blond man who had walked into the tent with her, Viktor Krum suddenly felt a heavy weight on her body.

Is it over yet?

He gripped the Golden Snitch tightly in his hand.

I don't want to let go, I don't want to let go.

But he must learn.

If this relationship were a competition, he had already lost the moment the referee blew the whistle to announce the start.

They lost miserably, utterly and completely.

Meeting the right person at the wrong time is a particularly painful thing.

Viktor Krum forced a smile. "Alright then, Miss Granger, could you please contact Fanny for me? I'll be waiting for him outside the stadium at 10 a. m. tomorrow."

Hermione readily agreed, "I definitely will."

Viktor Krum mounted his broom and, amidst astonished gazes, soared into the air, flying away like lightning.