Chapter 870 Mathematical Genius
Quidditch is an extremely physically demanding sport, and the game will continue as long as the Seekers on both sides fail to catch the Golden Snitch.
After two rounds of high-intensity attacks by Ivanova, the Peruvian team obviously realized their intentions.
If she focused on defending the Chaser, there would be no one to care about Seeker Krum, and vice versa.
Since her physical strength cannot last too long, she will be disturbed continuously to make it difficult for her to recover.
The tactics were effective and the score gap between the two sides remained deadlocked for a long time.
150:60, the pressure came to both Seekers.
Whoever catches the Golden Snitch first will win the game.
In the box,
The twins looked at Ivanova, who was gasping for breath in the light screen, with worry on their faces.
"This female version of Vincent is a bit weak. If she is constantly being disturbed by the opponent, then just rush over and hit them."
"Her teammates are really good. If they hadn't gone to support her, they could have at least scored two or three goals."
Cedric, who was sitting behind them, was a little confused. "You seem to want the Bulgarian team to win. I didn't know you supported them so much."
Fred pouted at him. "If they lose, we're going to regret it."
Not only did he lose 100 gold Galleons, he also had to lose another 1000 gold Galleons.
George, who was also a math genius, stared at Krum in the small screen, "Merlin bless you, you must catch the Golden Snitch."
Cedric ignored the two of them.
He looked at Qiu beside him, "The score is currently at a stalemate, but Viktor Krum is the player with the best chance of becoming the world's number one seeker. The Bulgarian team still has a great chance of winning."
Qiu nodded, agreeing with him very much. "If Clara Ivanova can keep up her stamina, the Bulgarian team will definitely win the championship with the current lineup."
The physical fitness gap between male and female wizards is not as big as that between male and female Muggles. Anyone who can maintain a high-intensity attack for 10 minutes is already a top Chaser. Ivanova is actually not weak at all.
Cedric glanced back at Vincent.
If this pervert were to come on the court, I don’t know how many minutes it would take to increase the score gap to more than 150 points.
Vincent and Hermione in the back row didn't really want to watch the game, but Harry and Ron in the front row kept discussing the event.
"What a pity! If Viktor had been half a second faster, the Golden Snitch would have definitely not escaped from his grasp."
"Krum's reaction speed is too fast. As long as the Golden Snitch appears in his sight, he will speed up and rush over immediately every time."
Hermione smiled silently at Vincent.
Although...but...well, it's a little annoying.
But he didn't come to watch the game, his real business was to find the traitor.
The equipment used to detect dark magic has been quietly installed in the gymnasium, and Tonks is also watching at the door. No matter whether it is according to the contents of the maintenance manual or using dark magic to tamper with something, the traitor will be exposed at the first time.
There is no need to say what will happen next. It will be as bloody and cruel as possible.
While the two were waiting patiently, Krum spotted the Golden Snitch again on the field.
He rode his Firebolt and accelerated towards the VIP box above the audience seats, his shoulders almost brushing against the glass as he flew past the big guys.
Fortunately, Fudge was already sitting in his seat, otherwise he would have been frightened no matter how calm he was.
"It's too dangerous!" Umbridge screamed, "Does this contestant have no eyes? If he accidentally breaks the glass, he will at least be seriously injured!"
Everyone present was a smart person and of course they could tell what she was hinting at.
Fudge waved his hand casually, "Dolores, if the contestants don't give their all, there won't be any exciting games for us to watch."
Umbridge said in a flattering manner, "My Lord Minister is teaching you that as professional players, they must have been prepared to get hurt."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Golden Snitch flew back with Krum.
Umbridge was so frightened that her face turned pale and she screamed loudly, "Ah——"
Many bigwigs in the VIP box had to cover their ears.
She makes a fuss over a small matter. If she hadn't been good at flattering others, she would never have been able to get the position of senior deputy minister.
Old Batty, who was sitting quietly in the corner, showed a hint of struggle in his eyes.
Perhaps the heart of this upright official who dared to sacrifice his own relatives for the sake of justice finally began to waver.
People who work hard are never appreciated, but those bootlickers who only know how to take advantage of trouble are able to rise rapidly.
Old Batty's eyes soon became firm again.
As one of the few clean people in the Ministry of Magic, how could he possibly go along with these insects?
Outside the VIP box, Krum, who was chasing the Golden Snitch, soon met his opponent.
The Peruvian team's seeker caught up, and after a brief contact between their eye nerves, they increased their speed to the extreme almost at the same time.
Krum's Firebolt was slightly better, and before long the gap between the two grew larger and larger.
But even so, the Golden Snitch was still faster than him.
"This is how difficult the World Cup should be!" Krum shouted, biting closely behind it.
Countless emergency stops, countless accelerations, and countless difficult moves.
Finally, his fingertips touched the wings of the Golden Snitch.
"The game is over!" Bagman's deep voice rang out, "310:90, the Bulgarian team wins!"
Krum listened to the cheers of the fans inside and outside the stadium, raised the Golden Snitch in his hand high, and scanned the boxes on the top floor one by one, as if looking for something.
However, glass has a special quality, and it is completely impossible to see what is inside from the outside.
It's a little regretful, but now is not the time to be sad.
His teammates gathered around and hugged him.
When the award ceremony began, Vincent and Hermione quietly walked out of the box.
Until the end of the game, the hidden traitor did not make any move.
This is not normal. If he is targeting Wayne Enterprises, he will definitely use any means to interfere with the equipment.
"Maybe he was joking before?"
"Impossible. Anyone would have a reason for doing anything, not to mention tampering with our equipment at the risk of being discovered."
Hermione felt that Vincent was right, so it was very intriguing why the other party didn't take the bait.
On the bright side, he was looking for a better time to take action. On the bad side, he might have already known their plan.
But whether it is good or bad, Vincent and Hermione have a hunch that the true identity of the mole hiding in the Ministry of Magic may be far beyond their imagination.
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