With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

“Truly remarkable! You can even speak our Bulgarian language. You and Krum are both exceptionally talented young men!” The Bulgarian wizard looked at Levin with admiration.

The two were young, but they were poised and dignified, which won the favor of almost everyone present.

“That’s great, you speak Bulgarian. It was so difficult for me to communicate with him, God knows how I got through the day. Crouch does know Bulgarian, but—” Fudge frowned, then smiled very kindly.

“It’s a pity you still have to participate in the competition. This is Mr. Obransk—Mr. Obransk—he is the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria. It doesn’t matter, he can’t understand what I’m saying anyway,” Fudge introduced them.

Levin and Shirehong bowed to each other again.

The Bulgarian minister had a very good impression of the two men and chatted with them about the customs and culture of their two countries and Quidditch.

On the other hand, Ludo Bagman seemed to have figured something out and regained his spirits.

"Is everyone ready?" he said, his round face gleaming like a giant spherical cheese. "Minister—may we begin?"

“Let’s begin, Ludo,” Fudge said kindly.

Seeing this, Levin quickly said goodbye and pulled Ciri away from the private room.

They need to rejoin the team.

The atmosphere in the stadium outside was extremely heated and exciting, while Levin teleported to the locker room, changed into his team uniform, and joined his teammates to prepare for the highly anticipated final battle of the season.

They had already changed into their team uniforms and were sitting together in the locker room, where Coach Hamish was about to give them a motivational speech.

His eagle-like eyes sharply scanned the players sitting below.

"Before the competition begins, I have a few words I'd like to say to you all."

Everyone, whether they were staring intently at the coach or holding their heads in their hands, was listening attentively.

"But don't worry, my speech won't be longer than your flight training." Hamish's words elicited a burst of laughter.

The atmosphere instantly lightened up.

"We're standing here today to prepare for the upcoming World Cup final. I'd say if you're nervous, that's normal, because I'm as nervous as a fledgling bird about to take its first flight!" Hamish exclaimed.

"Because even I have never reached this point, whether as a player or as a coach... Your achievement is something to be proud of, at least you are much better than I was back then."

Everyone stood tall, utterly astonished to hear such praise from this iron-willed coach.

"But is simply reaching the finals enough?"

He paused, then continued, "No, at least I didn't."

"We have come this far with sweat, tears, and even blood."

"For what? For that final moment of glory. What is our goal? The championship! Nothing else, just the championship!"

"Someone asked me why I have so much confidence in you. I told them it's because I've seen you practice a single pass or a single move hundreds of times until it's perfect. I've seen that after your injuries, your eyes didn't flash with pain, but with determination. I know that this spirit is even more resilient than that of a horned beast!"

"Do you know what? Kids all over the world are imitating us now. They wear miniature versions of the Indian team uniforms and dream the same things we do. Just think, if we go astray, we could ruin the childhoods of a whole generation!"

The players cheered, some even clapping their hands.

Hamish raised his hand to stop them and continued, "Alright, players, I know you're all eager to get started! So, for the kids, for those who are waiting for us, for the fans who are ready to celebrate, and for me, the coach who's about to become a World Cup champion, let's go!"

He raised his right hand, as if to grasp victory.

The team members' eyes followed Hamish closely, and they cheered and exclaimed loudly.

Hamish shouted, "Is everyone ready?"

The team members shouted in unison, "Ready!"

"Then follow me, and let us charge toward that highest honor, for the Kingdom of Yin, and for ourselves!"

The team members stood up, cheering and shouting, their faces filled with determination, as they followed Hamish, ready to step onto their own arena, their own stage.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Bulgarian Quidditch national team! Let me introduce you to Dimitrov!"

Bagman's booming voice rang out, and the Bulgarian player, who had also been waiting at the entrance, flew onto the field, winning a thunderous cheer from the Bulgarian supporters.

"Levin, what is your relationship with Hermi... En?" Krum, who was at the end of the line, frowned as he looked at Levin.

“She’s a very close friend of mine.” Levin raised an eyebrow and looked at Krum.

"Then... what about her?" Krum glanced at Cirira beside Levin, their hands clasped tightly together.

This kind of public display of affection on the field makes many players avoid it.

“Of course, we are also very close friends.” Levin raised his other eyebrow, his expression becoming increasingly smug.

Krum opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Unfortunately, it was his turn to appear.

"Zograf! Levsky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next—Krum!" Bagman was calling out Krum's name with all his might.

"You...scumbag, I'll prove to Hermion that I'm the best Quidditch player." Krum left those words and flew away in a flash.

Levin ignored his words and laughed instead.

In matters of the heart, he has never cared about others' provocations.

In his eyes, Krum wasn't even a competitor.

"Now, please welcome the England Quidditch national team..." Bagman shouted loudly.

When he heard his name called, Levin quickly erupted in enthusiastic cheers and applause. Thousands upon thousands of flags waved simultaneously, accompanied by a cacophony of cheers—the scene was truly spectacular.

Ciri quickly followed and entered the scene.

The cheers grew even louder, and Levin even saw someone hold up a sign that read "Levin-Sirira" and shout for them to be together.

You... it's one thing to follow sports stars, but why are you also following couples?

That's understandable.

With the three knockout matches over, Levine and Ciri's outstanding performances as Chaser players have made them famous worldwide.

As the two became famous, their past was exposed to fans around the world.

This includes, but is not limited to, them working together to defeat the Chimera, killing the Basilisk, and participating in dragon slaying.

Every time Levin accomplished something significant, Cirella was always by his side.

Coupled with their excellent teamwork on the field... Levine's fans and Cerira's fans quickly united.

This inevitably involves situations where fans become so obsessed with celebrities that they start pressuring their children to get married.

Following the two were the other teammates.

"And our referee today, he comes from the vast deserts of Egypt!"

This distinguished chairman was a short, thin wizard with a completely bald head and a thick beard, like an ancient sage, mysterious and majestic.

A gleaming silver whistle peeked playfully from beneath his thick beard, like a conductor's baton in the world of Quidditch.

He wore a shimmering, pure gold robe, the color of which complemented the stadium's hue.

He had a large wooden box tucked under one arm and his flying broomstick tucked under the other. With a kick, he sent the box flying—four balls soaring into the air.

The bright red Quake ball burned like a raging fire, the two black glittering balls were like ghosts in the dark night, and the small, winged golden one blew a silver whistle, following the balls as they flew into the air.

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Chapter 276 We are the champions!

Almost as soon as the referee blew the whistle, both teams' players gave it their all to fight for the ball.

Levin immediately unleashed unexpected speed, stealing the Quaffle from Bulgarian Chaser Dimitrov.

One of Bulgarian batters, Volkov, swung his bat hard at the loitering ball, hitting it from behind towards Levin;

However, Levin didn't even turn his head. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he ducked down, dodging the drifting ball, and threw a Quake, which was caught by Cirella from below.

"A beautiful wall dribble! Levin scores the first goal of the game!" Bagman roared, and the whole stadium erupted in cheers and applause, shaking the stadium. "10-0, the Yin National Team takes the lead!"

Levin and Shirehong once again demonstrated their skill and teamwork, their coordination was seamless, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they could read each other's minds.

In the following matches, they continued their efforts, frequently using such exquisite teamwork to continuously raise the score.

Within ten minutes, the Yin Guo team scored two more goals, changing the score to 30-0, which triggered a huge cheer and applause from the supporters.

The competition became more intense and more brutal.

Bulgarian batters Volkov and Vokanov put all their strength into hitting the runners at the British chasers, mainly Levin and Shirehong, and tried to prevent them from launching some of their best attacks.

However, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

It's important to know that Bulgaria's previous veteran players were either of retirement age or unable to play due to injuries.

These new generation players are still far from ready.

They don't have super rookies like Levin and Cirella.

Besides Krum,

If it weren't for this Seeker's repeated heroics, they might have suffered several shutouts that year, and they certainly wouldn't have made it this far to the finals.

After successfully defending against a Bulgarian attack, the Chinese team launched a long-pass counter-attack.

Cirira successfully outmaneuvered Bulgarian goalkeeper Zograv in a one-on-one match, scoring another goal and extending the score to 40-0.

Zograf clenched his fist in frustration, feeling utterly powerless.

From the stands, a unified and loud chant rang out from the Bulgarian supporters' side.

They've gotten used to Krum being able to save the team and secure victory when they're behind.

"Krum is widely recognized as the world's best Seeker. Hopefully, Levin and Cerira, this best Chaser duo, can catch the Golden Snitch. Parkin has started the chase." Suddenly, Bagman exclaimed, "It's Levin Green! He's started chasing Krum too!"

Ten thousand wizards held their breath, watching the three players: two Seekers and one Chaser—Krum, Parkin, and Levin—dropping rapidly among the players. They were incredibly fast, as if they had jumped from a plane without parachutes.

The golden snipe skimmed along the green lawn, flapping its wings.

In the final second, Levin rushed in front of Krum, separating him from the Golden Snitch and preventing a quick end to the match.

Krum nearly bumped into Levin.

Fortunately, he stopped diving in time, ascended again, and flew away in circles.

However, the Golden Thief also disappeared without a trace.

"It's Levin again! He's playing both roles, not only scoring the most goals but also protecting the Seeker... This isn't the first time he's made such a crucial save!" Bagman exclaimed, praising him lavishly. "With that skill alone, he could achieve the same success even as a Seeker!"