HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

"Cheating!" Krum's teammates yelled. "He used magic! Cheating!"

It's a pity that the referee doesn't understand Bulgarian.

"He's cheating! Don't let him go!" The Bulgarian players rushed towards Kerston, "He's clearly behind Krum!"

"Stop it!" Krum yelled. "Don't embarrass yourself in front of the whole world!"

The Quidditch World Cup has been covered by detection magic for a long time. If Keston used magic to cheat, he would have been warned and sent off long ago.

The coach hasn’t said anything yet, but the other side won’t protect the British team just because this is Britain!

"Then we request a review of the video," the Bulgarian captain began in standard English.

Without even looking at Krum, he asked, "See if that person used any magic the moment he caught the Snitch!"

The referee agreed to his appeal and asked someone to review the video.

Krum sighed at his teammate's persistence, knowing that pulling up the footage would only bring shame upon himself. He looked at Kronston, who had grabbed the Snitch, letting its wings flutter, and casually pocketed it before walking out. He quickly chased after him and asked, "Can you tell me how you did it?"

He knew better than anyone whether Kston had cheated, and he was more amazed at Kston's action than anyone else.

"Science," Kersten offered in one word.

"Science?" Krum paused, muttering the word he didn't understand.

"'An Advanced Guide to Quidditch Interpretation,'" Kersten said. "We've conducted quantitative and qualitative experiments on the Snitch's speed, direction, preferred air currents and colors, tracking methods, and so on, to determine the best way to catch the Snitch."

"..." Krum didn't understand, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

"Buy a copy and read it. It will be helpful for your future career," Kerston said after looking at him.

Krum had been quite impressed, but now he was even more impressed—the other party could see that he didn't understand.

At this moment, a video was played over the stadium, showing the scene of the Golden Snitch falling into the hands of Kron, who was behind Krum. At the same time, the alchemical item used to detect magic showed no abnormality at all.

This proves that Kerston won with a clean conscience and with great skill!

"Kston—! Kston—!"

The whole crowd cheered Kerston's victory again, even louder than before.

"Assistant Coach Ende!" Connolly, sweating profusely, excitedly chased after Kxton after getting off the rocket crossbow.

He was so focused on the Quaffle that he didn't notice that Kronston was lagging behind Krum in catching the Golden Snitch. As for Bulgaria's reiteration of the second verdict, he thought it was just their unwillingness.

The initial strategy for this match was to contain Krum and win by scoring a goal with the Quaffle.

But this tactic was broken by Krum due to Aidan's injury.

But the appearance of assistant coach Ende gave them reassurance.

At the same time, Assistant Coach Ende not only restrained Krum, but also caught the Golden Snitch, allowing them to suppress the Bulgarian team from start to finish in this game and win beautifully. This is all thanks to Assistant Coach Ende!

But Kerston didn't look happy at all. He threw Aidan's rocket crossbow to Malet who had also caught up with him, and walked out with a heavy face.

"You guys can collect your prizes, you don't have to wait for me."

He left without looking back after saying this.

*

"Win! Win!"

When seeing the scene where Kerston caught the Golden Snitch, Nalilian was so excited that tears filled her eyes and she hugged Ced beside her.

Cedric held her helplessly, afraid that she would fall.

At this time, everyone around stood up and cheered.

This made Nalilian very difficult. She couldn't see, even when she stood on tiptoe.

"Alas, Lillian."

She heard Cedric's soft sigh in her ear, and then he was lifted up by the waist, and her vision suddenly became clear.

"Thank you, Ced," Nalilian thanked Ced while leaning on his shoulders, her eyes fixed on the court.

Players from both teams fell because Kerston caught the ball. The Bulgarian players seemed to be yelling at Kerston. They even went to find the referee. Then the image of Kerston finding the Golden Snitch appeared above the court, and then there was another thunderous cheer from the audience.

"Huh," but Narilian paused as she looked at Kerston.

Because Kxton wasn't waiting there to receive the award, he was walking outside.

What is he doing?

Nalilian felt a little uneasy and subconsciously glanced at Ernest's position, and happened to meet his gaze.

As if he didn't know she would look at him, Ernest immediately looked away. But Justin beside him noticed his situation, looked over, saw her, and waved to her quickly, like a puppy wagging its tail.

Nalilian also smiled and waved at him, then immediately turned around and frowned.

They probably didn't send any message to Kerston.

Then how does he get out?

Nalilian was still a little uneasy. As she watched the Irish team members go to receive their awards, she looked towards Pansy's position.

Pansy ran back before Kersten caught the Golden Snitch, panting and looking very happy. Even Marlene couldn't help asking her what she had been doing.

When Nalilian looked over, she put on a serious expression and looked around the room worriedly.

Nalilian's heart sank. Could something have happened to Kova?

She patted Sede's shoulder to signal that she was coming down.

Cedric put her down.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, a Dark Mark broke through the clouds and shot up into the sky.

*

"The game is over."

In the jungle, Regulus heard the tsunami of cheers coming from the Quidditch World Cup stadium and spoke.

At his feet, little Crouch, who had just woken up from the stun spell and was sitting on the ground, recalling how he was deceived by that little girl, raised his head and looked in the direction of the gymnasium.

"Do you think if I go to see that little liar now, will she be so scared of me that she will have a nightmare?" Little Crouch muttered as he stared at that place.

"You have no wand," Regulus said.

Crouch Jr. had thrown away all the wands he had borrowed from others.

Little Crouch became even more depressed when he thought about how his last wand was thrown away by that little liar.

At this moment, hurried footsteps and discussions were heard from the woods behind them.

"The game is over, should we still punish that Muggle?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Even if we meet Dumbledore! That Muggle must be punished!"

Crouch Jr. sneered when he heard these words. He could tell that they were all familiar people, or traitors, who were now in dire straits like them.

"After they finish handing out the awards, we'll flip that Muggle family in the air!"

"Which team won?"

“Ireland, of course!”

At this time, the group of traitors were discussing how to deal with Muggles.

"A bunch of cowards," Crouch Jr. said disdainfully, clutching the faintly warm Dark Mark on his arm, "Give them a real one, Rael."

Regulus glanced at him, raised his wand, and a Dark Mark shot up into the sky, imprinting it above the celebrating Quidditch pitch.

All sounds of celebration disappeared.