Chapter 914: Convinced of Losing
As soon as Krum left, Hermione was immediately surrounded by gossiping faces.
There is actually nothing interesting to see in the final award ceremony, fresh melons are still more delicious.
"Oh~ Our Miss Know-It-All is quite charming. She has even charmed the world's number one seeker~"
"Tsk tsk - Lao Wen is really quick to act~"
"I'm curious how you two met."
Hermione told everyone how she met Krum with a helpless look on her face.
At that time, the magical projection in the gymnasium broke down, and she rushed over from the Ministry of Magic with the design drawings.
"Who is Bo Ye?"
"Who is Fanny?"
"Boye and Fanni are both employees of Wayne Enterprises. They are the head of the after-sales maintenance department and the deputy director of the security department respectively."
And soon after she brought the blueprints to them, Krum came over alone.
"This was all planned." Daphne said with a teasing look on her face, "Are you sure this is your first meeting with him?"
Hermione thought about it carefully, then nodded very affirmatively.
"Hmm?" She recalled what happened last month when she and Vincent went to the Ministry of Magic in Bulgaria.
They had agreed on a partnership with O'Brienston, and when they came downstairs they found that the originally quiet hall had become extremely lively, as if some important person had arrived.
If that person is Krum...
Daphne came over with a gossipy look on her face, "Why? Did you remember something?"
Hermione shook her head quickly.
"No, nothing."
"Really?"
"real."
"you sure?"
"Sure."
Seeing that she was becoming more and more guilty as she spoke, the gossiping spirits of the friends suddenly burned up, even the usually gentle Qiu was no exception.
The twins standing at the forefront of the crowd each took out a piece of parchment from their pockets, rolled it into the shape of a microphone, and began the interview in a serious manner.
"Everything - Miss Granger, what are you hiding from us?"
"We are all very professional journalists. You can speak out boldly and we will keep it secret."
Hermione rolled her eyes at them both.
Who in Hogwarts doesn't know that these two are rumor mongers, and the kind that get more and more outrageous the more they spread.
She said with a straight face, "No comment."
The front line fell, and so did Daphne in the second line.
She squeezed the twins' big faces aside and whispered in Hermione's ear, "We are good friends who can talk about anything, right?"
"Uh... yes."
"then you……"
"I can tell you, but you must—"
"You must not tell anyone, right? You still don't trust me? I didn't tell anyone about your secret crush on Vincent."
After whispering, Daphne retreated with a satisfied look on her face.
The second line seems to have fallen, but there are still Rin and Jennifer in the third line.
"Isn't Vincent aware of this?"
Good man, he threatens me right away.
Too bad, it doesn’t work.
The corners of Hermione's mouth rose slightly, "He knows. I told him the first thing I did when I got back to the Ministry."
Retreat on three fronts, a watertight defense.
"Ahem..." Cedric cleared his throat, and together with Qiu and Rolf beside him, he put on a harmless face.
"Um...should we inform Vincent?"
It's still a threat, what a pity.
Hermione turned on the magic communicator in front of everyone, "Let me notify them."
The first four fronts have been defeated one after another, leaving only the last two hopes.
Ginny and Astoria were pulled away by Daphne, leaving only Neville, James, and Alfred.
But as soon as Hermione looked over, Neville shrank his neck and walked away.
James and Alfred winked at each other, as if they were discussing countermeasures with their eyes.
"Lao Wen is our roommate, we are just concerned about him..."
Hermione calmly mouthed the words, and James and Alfred immediately looked fearful.
"Summer homework..."
Six kills! Except for Ron and Kenny who were watching the award ceremony, all the friends were defeated.
There was no melon to eat, and the adults who had been listening quietly dispersed.
Hermione finally felt relieved when she saw everyone sitting back down.
It's like this even though I have a secret in my heart, and it's not something that should be told to others.
If it's Vincent...
Her mood became depressed again.
Now she had to keep these secrets as well, even more carefully than he did.
In the VIP box on the other side, a grand award ceremony was being held.
Mustafa put medals on the seven players of the Irish team one by one.
Then he took the championship trophy from Umbridge.
"Thank you for presenting a wonderful game for fans all over the world. This is an honor for you."
The trophy is made of solid gold and its base is engraved with the names of the seven players.
The base is connected to the trophy by a Quaffle, with a Bludger on each side and a Golden Snitch with its wings spread out on top.
Troy holds up the trophy with Quigley.
This scene was transmitted to the magic world in countries around the world through magic base stations, and also to the contestants' lounge backstage.
Krum smiled bitterly and turned his eyes away from the live broadcast screen, looking at Ivanova who was treating his nose.
Her expression was extremely focused and her movements were exceptionally gentle, totally unlike the rough and violent behavior she had during training.
"Clara, it's ok, I feel much better."
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"Wait a minute, your nose is broken, and it can't be completely healed in just a few minutes."
Quigley's attack was quite ruthless. He was probably aiming for the man's forehead, intending to knock him out.
It's a pity that Krum's hooked nose is a bit big, otherwise the Bulgarian team would have broken the English team's record of 10:390, making this World Cup a bigger joke.
Ivanova's treatment was very careful, not even the slightest bruise was left untreated.
By the time the treatment was over, the live broadcast had moved to the celebration banquet carefully prepared by the British Ministry of Magic.
Fudge was giving a long speech, the content of which was roughly about the British wizarding community working together to present a perfect audio-visual feast for fans around the world.
After he finished his speech, the camera turned to the bigwigs in the VIP box who were applauding.
Among the faces that were all either old men or middle-aged uncles, Vincent and Harry naturally stood out.
Krum stared at the live broadcast in a daze. He felt that Vincent's suit looked familiar.
Hair color…shoulder width ratio…height…
"Viktor?" Ivanova waved his hand in front of his eyes.
Krum's eagle-like eyes became even more sad. "So it was him... Now I admit defeat wholeheartedly..."
"Lose?" Ivanova looked at the live broadcast screen in confusion.
"Wayne?"
She looked at the relief on Krum's face and quickly thought of something.
"Is the box you went to after the game just now..."
"Yes, it's her." Krum took out the Golden Snitch from his pocket. "I wanted to give it to her as a souvenir, but she refused."
He laughed at himself, "Then I found an excuse to ask her out tomorrow, but she told me she already had an appointment with her boyfriend."
Ivanova watched the live broadcast again, and the camera just happened to capture Vincent again.
"You knew already?"
Krum looked at her nervously in confusion, "What do I know?"
Ivanova seemed particularly guilty when he let the cat out of the bag. "It's that blond guy, the mysterious boyfriend of the girl you have a crush on."
Krum's expression was extremely complicated. "You knew this a long time ago?"
Ivanova pursed his lips and said, "Yes, I didn't tell you because I didn't want to affect your normal performance on the court."
Krum stared at her blankly, then glanced at the Golden Snitch in his hand.
He suddenly figured out a lot of things, some things he had previously ignored.
"Thank you, Clara."
Ivanova was stunned. "Victor, you..."
Krum's eagle-like eyes were no longer sad, and all the gloom on his face was swept away.
"I'm fine, I just suddenly wanted to say thank you to you."
He put the Golden Snitch back into his pocket and said, "They have already started the celebration banquet. Should we celebrate too?"
"Celebrating what?"
"Celebrating that I have let go, released myself, and won the title of the world's number one seeker."
Ivanova raised the corner of his mouth, "Okay."
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