Hogwarts Lion Girl

Amid thunderous cheers, seven figures streaked across the sky like meteors. They were dressed in the uniforms of their respective national teams and looked heroic.

Leading the way was this World Cup's star player, Viktor Krum, holding high the Golden Snitch, the magic ball shining with a dazzling light in the sun.

Thunderous applause broke out in the audience, and people excitedly waved their flags and shouted the names of the teams and players they supported.

"Krum! Krum!"

The Bulgarian team's talented Seeker, Viktor Krum!

On the giant magic screen, Krum's handsome face was magnified. His sharp hawk-like eyes swept across the entire audience and finally fixed on the direction where Salina was.

Sharina saw Krum curling his lips towards the camera, revealing a confident and charming smile, as if he was sure of victory.

……

Lucien sensitively followed Krum's line of sight. Although the distance was far, he still recognized Salina at a glance.

Derian noticed Lucien's gaze, but from his perspective, there were only dense crowds of people, nothing special.

Derian nudged Lucian's arm with his elbow and asked curiously, "Hey, what are you looking at so intently?"

Lucien's gaze remained in the distance, and he responded calmly, "Nothing."

Derian didn't believe him and asked, "Really? Why do I feel like you're looking at someone you know?"

Lucien was silent for a moment and did not answer.

Derian became even more curious. He craned his neck and tried to follow Lucien's line of sight to find the "familiar person", but he saw nothing except a sea of ​​heads. "Who is it? Tell me, why didn't I notice anything?"

Lucien retracted his gaze and shifted his attention to the game that was about to begin. "The game is about to start. Let's focus on watching it."

Derian muttered in dissatisfaction, "So who are you looking at? Tell me now!"

Lucien: ...

At this moment, the nightingale on Adrian's shoulder suddenly became restless. It flapped its wings, flew up from Adrian's shoulder, circled in the air for a few circles, and then landed in front of Adrian. It rubbed Adrian's cheek with its little head and made a "chirp" sound from its mouth, as if reminding him of something.

Derian gently stroked the nightingale's feathers and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, little one? What did you find?"

The nightingale tilted its little head and looked at Derian with its pair of bright black eyes. Then it turned to look in the direction of Salina and called out anxiously a few times.

Adrian said thoughtfully, "What? Which girl are you talking about? Salina Swinburne?"

Nightingale: “Chirp…”

Lucian turned his head sharply and stared at Derian in disbelief, as if he wanted to see through his head. His tone was full of disbelief and a hint of barely perceptible panic. "When did you learn to understand birds talking?"

Derian was startled by Lucien's sudden reaction. He touched his nose and said, "I just... I can always understand Xiaoying. What's wrong?"

Lucian took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to crack open Derian's head to see what was inside. He turned his head, his eyes drifting into the distance again, and said with a hint of bitterness in his tone that he himself did not notice, "Nothing."

Derian didn't believe him. He nudged Lucien's arm with his elbow and said with a hint of teasing, "So, you're looking at her?"

Lucien did not answer, but just turned his head to the side, as if he was unwilling to continue the topic.

Derian looked at Lucien and knew the answer in his heart. He then asked, "Tell me the truth, do you like her?"

Lucien remained silent, but his ears quietly turned red.

Seeing this, Derian was more certain of his guess. He cleared his throat and said a little embarrassedly: "Okay, I tell you, I think I like her a little bit."

Lucien turned his head suddenly, his eyes wide open, as if he had heard something incredible, "You..."

Derian scratched his head and said with a smile: "If you don't do it, then I will."

"I..." Lucien opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Derian patted Lucien's shoulder and said seriously, "We are brothers. First come, first served. I won't take the lead until she clearly rejects you or you give up on your own initiative."

Lucien rolled his eyes at Derian in annoyance, "...Do you expect me to thank you for this?"

"I'm just stating my thoughts. I don't want to give up on you as a friend, but I also don't want to give up on her without trying." Derian's eyes were full of determination.

Lucien looked at Derian's serious expression and said calmly, "You don't stand a chance, idiot."

"Stop the personal attacks!" Derian protested unhappily, "Don't think I don't dare to attack you."

Lucien: “Heh…”

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When the whistle sounded, fourteen athletes rushed into the sky like arrows.

Krum took the lead, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the Snitch, like a hunting eagle.

Not to be outdone, Ireland's Seeker Connor Moynihan followed closely behind Krum, and the two began a fierce chase in the air.

The Quidditch pitch becomes an arena of magic and speed.

The Quaffle flew between the players, and the sound of the bats hitting each other was loud and crisp.

The Bludgers were like two violent shells, running rampant on the court, chasing after the players.

In the stands, the cheers and shouts of encouragement from the audience were deafening.

The game entered a white-hot stage, with the scores rising alternately.

……

"Look! Krum dives! He finds the Golden Snitch!" The commentator's voice was loud and excited, and the atmosphere in the entire stadium was instantly ignited.

Krum dived towards the ground at an astonishing speed like a sharp arrow. He had only one target - the Golden Snitch.

Moynihan chased after him, knowing that this was the key to the game.

"They are chasing! They are going so fast! They are almost crashing to the ground!" The commentator's voice trembled with excitement.

At the critical moment, Krum made an incredible move. He almost flew close to the ground, narrowly avoiding obstacles, then suddenly pulled up the broom and jumped high.

"He caught it! Krum caught the Snitch!"

There was a deafening cheer from the audience and the Bulgarian supporters were ecstatic. They waved their flags even more enthusiastically, as if they wanted to dye the sky Bulgarian red.

However, although Crum caught the Golden Snitch and won 150 bonus points, the Irish team had accumulated enough advantages in previous games.

In the end, Ireland won the game by a narrow margin.

Cheers rang out again, this time belonging to the Irish team, their tenacious spirit and team strength.

Although Krum caught the Golden Snitch, he and his team lost the final victory, and this game became one of the most exciting games in Quidditch history.

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