Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 320 Quidditch

Compared with the invisible professors who are busy recently, the students in the school don't have so many worries.

Especially Harry, he gradually realized the benefits of playing the game, and he stopped thinking about it too often, and instead put all his thoughts on the upcoming game.

Gjeon also occasionally comes to Hogwarts. He seems to regard Harry and Cedric as real team players. He will make corrections while watching their training, and even step down from the stands to cooperate with them. while dodging Bludgers.

"Always pay attention to your seven o'clock position!"

On the Quidditch pitch, Gjeon yelled at the two while flying around the stands: "This is the direction the Portree Madmen are best at attacking. There must be no mistakes!"

"Yes, sir!"

"No problem, sir!"

Harry and Cedric responded one after the other, until they were sweating profusely before being allowed to stop and rest.

"Here." Gazeon walked over with a smile, holding two bottles of butter beer prepared in advance, and it was obvious that he was very satisfied with the performance of the two newcomers: "As long as you maintain this level, maybe we really There's a good chance of winning next weekend's game."

Forehead.
Harry and Cedric glanced back and forth at the field where only the three of them were training. Apart from them, Harry had never seen any members of the Artillery team come to train on their own initiative, and he couldn't even see anyone.

Still, Harry wisely decided that it was better to keep his mouth shut.

"I know what you guys want to say." Gazeon saw the two people's thoughts at a glance and said: "Don't worry, you won't have to suffer this kind of grievance after a while-I can reveal to you in advance News, the rich owner—your professor of ancient magic, he is about to buy this team, and everything will be fine by then.”

Professor Highmore finally wants to have his own team?

Harry found himself not all that surprised by the result, and Cedric was more or less the same way - buying a football team didn't seem like a big deal compared to what Professor Highmore had already done.

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They watched Gjeon take a small bottle of whiskey out of his pocket very naturally, and wondered for the first time that maybe there was something wrong with Professor Haimer's vision.

But it didn't take long for Harry and Cedric to realize that they were completely wrong, even dead wrong.

In the game against the Portree Madmen at the weekend, Harry finally took the Snitch under the cover of Gjen and Cedric, and the progress of the game was pushed to the end.

There was no cheering on the field, and everyone was watching this scene in astonishment, including the members of the Madmen, their jaws almost fell to the ground in fright.

"incredible."

Professor McGonagall, who volunteered to be the commentator, also lost his composure and said into the microphone: "It's unbelievable. 270 points to 270 points, I declare a draw. The result of this game is a draw! It seems that the glory of the Artillery team is coming back. It's-"

"No!" A madman batsman couldn't accept the ending. He covered his face and flew out of the field in tears, screaming all the way.

"We will be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

The bruised and swollen Gazeon flew towards Harry with a smile on his face. He used his body to block the Bludger's attack for Harry throughout the game, creating many great opportunities for Harry to catch the Snitch.

"What am I talking about," he said cheerfully, "We do have a chance to win this game, and the next one will be the real victory, Harry—"

"team leader."

"Huh? What did you call me? Call me a second time and listen?"

"No, you have a nosebleed again, don't you need to go to the hospital?"

"Hospital? I feel a little dizzy after hearing you say that. Eh? How come there are two Harrys, and now there are three? It seems that you haven't brought out your full potential. Too bad, your mind is getting more and more dizzy."

"The captain fainted! Come quickly!"

The Quibbler was making a big splash about the outcome of the match, and those who didn't know thought the Chudley Cannons had won the World Cup instead of winning a tie in a minor league game.

Toby also took time to visit Gjen in the school hospital and brought him some exciting news.

"You got a salary increase." Toby put the open magazine on the bedside of the hospital bed and said, "Now everyone thinks that only you can save the Cannons, and even the tickets for the next game are sold out early."

Gazeon, who had several layers of bandages wrapped around his forehead, laughed from ear to ear watching the report.

Toby said again: "When you recover, we will go to the Ministry of Magic to finalize the handover of the team."

As one of the oldest clubs in the UK, the team's transactions must be handled by the Magical Sports Department.Of course, Toby's "old friend" Bagman was the chief there, so that wouldn't cause any trouble for him.

"I'm fine." Gazeon's voice still sounded muffled: "But I still have one condition, I hope you can agree."

"What is it?" Toby had expected that Gazeon would say this: "Continue to raise wages? Or ask for free spirits?"

Gazeon froze for a moment.

"It all sounds good," he said tangled, "Then can I change to three conditions? Well, what I want to say is that the team should have fresh blood to join, and those two kids have performed well , so I plan to recruit them all.”

"It's a simple matter," Toby said before leaving, "but it's up to you, I can't make the decision for them."
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"Gazen really said that?"

After finishing the dinner that day, Ron said in a startled manner, "Are you really going to become an official player? Merlin's beard!"

"And Cedric." Harry said shyly: "He has also been invited, and more than that, we all feel that Gjeon seems to want to make a big change in the team's players, replacing all the players in the school. students. It is said that he is already in contact with Wood."

Ron showed longing eyes: "Then do I have a chance too?"

"Hey." Hermione gave a short laugh, and immediately covered her mouth quickly: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back for a while-"

"Laugh at me casually." Ron curled his lips and said, "Anyway, I don't have anyone who can do it. No one is better than me. You don't know that others are wondering why I hang out with you every day." .”

"Don't say that." Harry tried to persuade: "You still have many advantages, such as——"

Ron squinted at him, and after waiting for a long time, Harry continued dryly, "For example, you're good at wizard chess."

"Hey." Hermione couldn't help laughing again.

Word of Gjen's interest in recruiting quickly spread throughout the campus, and even his veteran players didn't cause much trouble when they heard about it.No way, they didn't look like a serious club at all before this, it might as well be called a fan association.

After a few more days, Gjan, whose head was still wrapped in a bandage, couldn't help shouting that he was going to be discharged from the hospital. He had to take advantage of the victory, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to cope with the next game.

But before that, he still followed Toby to the Ministry of Magic. It can be seen that he is still very satisfied with Toby, the boss, and will not dictate to the team, nor will it interfere with the team's formation.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Toby Highmore, Sting Gjen, we are here to handle the handover of the Chudley Cannons."

"Thank you, guest, please take the badge and put it in front of your clothes."

Toby picked up his badge and pinned it to his shirt, then handed Gjen's one—he was still feeling awkward about his Muggle attire and couldn't help fidgeting.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the phone booth trembled suddenly and slowly sank into the ground.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice finally.

After seeing the light again, the first person Toby saw was Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office.

He was standing still at the door of the phone booth, apparently having received the news in advance and came to stare at Toby.

Gazeon was frightened by the other party's expression, he asked cautiously: "Have you ever provoked him?"

"It's better to say that he provoked me." Toby shook his collar and walked out of the phone booth without hesitation.

Gjeon noticed that the two men seemed to have something to say, and he slowed down, pretending to be interested in the fountain.

Toby walked side by side with Scrimgeour. He looked around the first-floor lobby of the Ministry of Magic and found that there were no other Aurors present except Scrimgeour.

"The taste of honor is really good." Toby said with a smile: "That can make people jealous. By the way, when is the Ministry of Magic planning to award me the Merlin Medal? Helping Dumbledore defeat Grindelwald should have this qualification." Bar?"

Scrimgeour stopped and stared at him, eyes blazing with anger.

This is the first time the two have met since Toby gave Scrimgeour a lesson in the school hospital last time. At that time, Toby asked Al to take some not-so-good-looking photos, which made the Ministry of Magic panic. It took a lot of effort to suppress the insult to the hero.

"Tell me your purpose." Scrimgeour said bluntly: "You will never come to the Ministry of Magic for no reason. Don't tell me what team it is related to. It won't fool me."

Toby also stopped slowly, and the wizards who were hurrying around avoided the two of them one after another. No one planned to cause trouble at such a time.

"Grindelwald's body."

Toby's answer was more straightforward than Scrimgeour imagined: "Since you can't deal with Grindelwald's body, leave it to me. With Dumbledore around, no one will say anything more. It can also help you avoid some disputes in the International Federation of Wizards."

Scrimgeour didn't immediately agree.

"You seem to like corpses." He narrowed his eyes and said, "First Sirius Black, then Gellert Grindelwald, you don't intend to let go of any of them."

"It's just because I often deal with this kind of thing." Toby said indifferently: "Archaeologists will inevitably deal with this kind of thing, and it would be better for me to come forward. And, anyway, the war is over, isn't it?" I know that Fudge is having a hard time recently. What he needs is not an enemy, but a friend. Even if Dumbledore betrayed him once, but now that Grindelwald is gone, Fudge also urgently needs to solve his own troubles. He needs a Make an excuse to get yourself into trouble."

"Return Grindelwald's body to Dumbledore, and I'm sure Fudge will not refuse that."

Toby was right, because of the turn of events at the Christmas dinner and the news that Grindelwald had escaped from Nurmengard later, Fudge got into a lot of trouble, so big that he is now None can be resolved.

Now the only thing Fudge can rely on is Dumbledore who "killed" Grindelwald with his own hands. He needs to use his friendly relationship with Dumbledore to protect himself. .

Gjeon saw Scrimgeour's face turn blue and then pale from a distance, and just as he was lamenting how quickly this man changed his face, Scrimgeour had already turned around and walked away, and Toby followed him back.

The outcome of the conversation seems to be satisfactory.

The next step is to handle the transfer of the team's sovereignty.

Not long after Scrimgeour left, Bagman just jumped out, and when he saw Toby, he stretched out his arms happily: "My dear old friend, you have done a great job, you don't know How much life has been brought to the Quidditch League by the re-emergence of -"

"And tickets and gold." Toby pushed Bagman aside and said, "Stop talking nonsense, where are the Longbottoms? Where are they? Why didn't I see them?"

"Um..." The expression on Bagman's face suddenly became a little awkward: "You still remember what I said about them being excluded."

Toby understood that Fudge could not let these two grow in the Ministry, even during his own troubles, and kept an eye on them.

He asked Gjan to stay and continue with the formalities, and then he continued to wander around the sports department floor, and soon he found the Longbottoms who were discussing things in the office.

"How do you feel about having a gobstone competition next week?"

"Next week? But next week there will be a game for the Cannons, which will steal away the audience, and don't you plan on going to see it?"

"Of course I have to watch it, but there is no need to worry about Gao Bushi's game. Anyway, this sport is not popular."

"I thought you would like this job." Toby walked into the office, and he said with strange eyes: "Why does it sound so perfunctory, show your hard work when you were Aurors."

Frank raised his head, and when he saw that it was Toby, he smiled and said, "Work hard? No, Gobstone doesn't need hard work."

Alice also said, "Now we all feel that our life is pretty good, and it's very suitable for retirement."

"Retirement?"

Toby blinked: "Why did it suddenly become a pension? Well, I'm here to give you tickets, and then don't forget to watch the game - although I'm not very optimistic, Neville will also try to participate Chosen."

(End of this chapter)