After defeating Viktor Krum, the star player from Bulgaria, Li Wei faced Pheobe Delacour in the round of sixteen.
"What rotten luck! I've run into you already. Looks like even Merlin doesn't want me to reach the quarterfinals!"
Pheobe spoke helplessly. She had been following Li Wei's earlier matches.
His Transfiguration was overwhelming in scale and power. A young witch like her, still in school, had no hope of standing against it!
In fact, she doubted even the professors at her school could withstand his magic!
"Don't say that. We haven't fought yet. Who knows which of us will win?"
"Though I don't think your chances are very good!"
Li Wei raised an eyebrow. The first half had sounded modest, but the second made her want to hit him!
"Enough. You're starting to get on my nerves!"
Pheobe snapped. At the referee's signal, they turned their backs on each other. Li Wei took three steps...
"Contestant number seven from England, Mr. Li Wei Wickens, wins!"
Pheobe Delacour was still a young witch. Li Wei chose not to hound her as he had Viktor Krum, leaving her nowhere to run until she had no choice but to surrender.
Pheobe knew her limits. Proud as she was, she had faced an opponent she could not resist and conceded!
"Li Wei, you, Krum, and I were the only three competitors who hadn't graduated from school!"
"We'd all made a bit of a name for ourselves before the tournament, but the spectators, the other contestants, even the judges and referees thought none of us could win!"
"Krum and I have both lost to you now. Take our frustration with you and win the championship!"
"I can't wait to see you prove them all wrong when you take the title!"
Pheobe looked at Li Wei,