The Heartbroken International Quidditch Star

The occurrence of anything is both accidental and inevitable.

The Bulgaria team rightfully secured their first victory, and Viktor Krum finally saw Hermione.

It was at the campsite outside the stadium. He and his teammates were planning to go back and celebrate when they happened to see her intimately holding the hand of a strange man as they walked into a very luxurious-looking tent.

He tried to convince himself that he was seeing things and had mistaken someone for someone else, but he could always spot the Golden Snitch's eyes and couldn't deceive himself.

Yes, it was her, the beautiful foreign girl he had been longing for, Hermione Granger.

Viktor Krum's mind went blank; he had no idea how he got back to the team tent.

"Cheers!"

He stared blankly at the wine glass in his hand, then raised it and drank it all in one gulp.

The bitter liquor flowed down his throat and into his stomach. He glanced at the authentic Scotch Whiskey on the table in front of him and reached out to pick it up.

One cup, two cups...

Sensing something was wrong, Ivanova quickly grabbed his hand. "Viktor, what's wrong with you? You were fine when we came down from the podium."

Viktor Krum smiled wryly and brushed her hand away. "Sorry, Klara, I'm just suddenly not in a good mood."

Ivanova picked up her glass. "Viktor, you've finally called me by my name."

She clinked her glass against his, saying, "My mood is exactly the opposite of yours. If you'd like to have a drink with someone, I'd be more than happy to join you."

"Okay." Viktor Krum finished his drink.

The teammates around him tactfully got up and went to the next table.

Just as he was about to pour himself another drink, he found that Ivanova had already filled his glass.

"Thank you, Klara."

Ivanova frowned slightly. "Viktor, could you tell me why you're suddenly in a bad mood?"

She swirled the empty glass in her hand. "I didn't mean anything by it. If you don't want to talk about it, then let's continue drinking."

Viktor Krum forced a smile. "There's nothing I can't say, it's just that I suddenly realized I'm an idiot, and that makes me feel bad."

"Of course you're not stupid," Ivanova said, her voice tinged with anxiety. "If you were stupid, how would you have won tonight's game?"

He picked up the glass, hesitated for a moment, and put it back. "If you knew what I just saw, you would definitely think I'm an idiot."

Ivanova stared intently into his sorrowful eyes. "I don't know what you saw, but the Viktor Krum I know wouldn't be so dejected. He's always been a brave man, a man full of confidence."

Viktor Krum stared blankly into her unwavering eyes. "Thank you, Klara, thank you for your comfort."

He picked up his glass and took a small sip. "You know what? I've actually had a crush on a girl all along."

Ivanova nodded and then shook her head. "I know, but until you said it yourself, I was guessing that you only had a good impression of her, but it hadn't progressed to the point of liking her."

Viktor Krum chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Even you guessed it, so the whole team probably knows by now, right?"

"No." Ivanova became anxious again. "They definitely didn't find out. I only guessed it after talking to your agent for a bit."

"So that's how it is." He paused, then looked up to meet those worried eyes.

"Klara, I just saw her go into the tent with a man. My mind went completely blank for a moment, and I still can't believe it's true."

What else could a lone man and woman do when they go into a tent together? They can't be playing Gwent, can they?

Ivanova, who immediately understood, recalled the semi-final.

The woman he was talking about seemed to be sitting right next to Wayne.

"Vincent Wayne ..."

Viktor Krum looked completely confused. "What? Klara, what did you just say?"

Ivanova shook her head frantically, "No, you must have misheard."

Viktor Krum didn't think much of it and started talking about how he met Hermione.

He fell in love with her at first sight at the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, saw her again by chance during the semi-finals, and was finally able to speak to her in the stadium.

But all of this was just wishful thinking on his part.

As her agent said, how could someone as beautiful as her not have a boyfriend?

Ivanova's expression grew increasingly unnatural as she listened.

She's the chairman's secretary at Wayne Group. Wayne is a hot-blooded young man, and how could he not have some wicked thoughts when he's surrounded by such a beautiful woman all day?

She imagined a particularly common, cheesy plot.

The young Chairman Wayne took a liking to his beautiful female secretary and used every means to finally win her over...

She shook her head violently. "Viktor, do you know who that man is?"

Viktor Krum frowned, trying to recall. "I didn't see his face clearly, but he was very tall and strong, with short, gray-blonde hair."

It really is that Wayne.

Ivanova asked tentatively, "You really don't know this man?"

Viktor Krum shook his head. "I'm sure I don't know him, but maybe Fanny does."

"I see." Ivanova secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Who is this Fanny you're talking about?"

"He was the deputy director of security at Wayne Enterprises, and a fan who was a big supporter of mine..."

Ivanova's expression grew increasingly strange as she listened.

Wayne is young, rich, and a recognized alchemical genius. Even the most outstanding girls will gradually be attracted to him if they spend too much time around him.

Thinking about it this way, they really are a perfect match.

Ivanova glanced at Viktor Krum cautiously.

Although he didn't seem as sad as before, he wondered how he would react if he knew that the man was Wayne.

To minimize the impact on the game, it's best not to let him know the man's identity for now.

She raised her glass. "Viktor, since she already has a boyfriend, don't overthink it. Focus on preparing for the next match."

Viktor Krum took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. "I will, Klara. I feel so much lighter after telling you all this."

The two gently clinked their glasses.

Ivanova finished her drink in one gulp and gave a sweet smile. "Viktor, if you ever encounter any more troubles, you can always talk to me about them."

Viktor Krum smiled back at her, "Well, after knowing you for so long, I've only just realized that you're a great person to confide in."

A fleeting hint of disappointment crossed Ivanova's eyes, but she quickly covered it up with the bottle. "We haven't really celebrated your capture of the Golden Snitch yet."

Viktor Krum picked up his glass and poured her a full glass. "Let's start celebrating now."

"Cheers!"