Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 158 Found a Treasure
A demonic ritual allowed Klein to harvest a familiar and a maid, and it was almost impossible to earn any more.

Leaving the underground secret palace of "Paradise Street" and quietly returning to Hogwarts, he took off the vest of the "Monarch" and became a genius pupil again.

But what he doesn't know is that a "storm" about him is gradually taking shape.

The headquarters of the England Quidditch team.

"Tsk, there's a letter, it's really annoying."

Oakes Peggy took off his glasses impatiently, and curled his lips as he watched the owl constantly pecking at the glass window.

Getting up from the easy chair, he walked slowly towards the window—he is 96 years old this year, and this is the five years he has worked for No.60.

"Let me see, let me see, is it another letter from a fan?"

Although the performance of the England Quidditch team is not satisfactory, it is an old team after all, and it still has some loyal fans. It is not surprising to receive letters and gifts from fans.

Old Oakes opened the window, untied the owl's letter from his leg, grumbled, took a handful of crushed nuts from his pocket, fed the angry little fellow, and then slowly returned to the easy chair.

"No specific name, just the Quidditch headquarters?"

After glancing at the letter, Old Oakes noticed the difference. He narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of vigilance unconsciously in his eyes.

But after scanning the sender's signature, he scratched his bald head in doubt, showing a puzzled look.

"Minerva McGonagall, the professor of "Transfiguration" at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is interesting."

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is very famous throughout Europe, after all, it is one of the three major schools of magic.After carefully checking the authenticity of the Hogwarts school badge, Old Oakes touched his bald head and said to himself.

"It's weird, why is Hogwarts sending a letter to the team? Even if Professor McGonagall is a fan, he shouldn't use the school's envelope."

After much deliberation, there was no answer, so Old Oakes simply gave up thinking about it.

He took out a pocket knife and carefully cut open the envelope along the edge - as the gatekeeper of the team, when encountering strange letters and items, he is qualified to check first before making a decision.

"To England Quidditch Headquarters, first of all, please accept a sincere greeting from a Quidditch fan. I am Hogwarts professor Minerva McGonagall. This letter is to recommend our school's Quidditch genius Claire In. Grindelwald"

"Klein Grindelwald!"

Old Oakes couldn't help but widen his eyes.

As a character who has experienced that dark age, he understands what "Grindelwald" means too well.

After calming down, Old Oakes continued to look down.

"Grindelwald is twelve years old this year. Although he is very young, he has excellent Quidditch skills. Among the chasers I know, no one is better than him."

Seeing this, Old Oaks couldn't help but sneered, showing a disdainful expression.

Now, he began to suspect that the letter was fake.

How could the Hogwarts professor, known for his academic rigor, say such a thing.

The 12-year-old genius Chaser is a joke!
As the gatekeeper of the national team of Quidditch, Old Oakes understands it all too well. Unlike the Seeker who does not use physical confrontation most of the time, the Chaser is a position that requires extremely physical fitness.

At least under the attack of the Bludger, your arm must have the strength to maintain the balance on the broom, and it must have the ability to resist blows, not as brittle as glass, which will shatter when touched.

I'm afraid that Professor McGonagall confuses the youth Quidditch competition with the high-intensity Quidditch competition of the national team.

So claiming to be a loyal Quidditch fan?

Ha ha.

Old Oakes wanted to laugh.

"I know empty words are empty and unconvincing. This is an exchange game in school today. I reenacted the whole game based on the "returning curse""

After writing this, a magic mark appeared on the letter paper, and Old Oakes looked serious.

Taking his wand out of his pocket, he took a deep breath, ready for anything.

But to his surprise, the imaginary explosion or prank did not appear, and the magic imprint was really a simple "backtracking spell".

An exchange game between children, in the eyes of veteran Quidditch fans like Old Oakes, revealed simplicity and ridiculousness.Even the unexpected goal at the beginning just made him raise his eyebrows, and he didn't feel anything magical.

But gradually, his expression changed from relaxed to dignified, to unbelievable, to ecstasy!
"Damn, what a genius!"

With a slap on the forehead, Old Oakes yelled in the empty concierge.

He was almost overwhelmed by that godlike little Chaser on the field.

Although the opponents of "Grindelwald" are only some underage children, many things cannot be concealed
That is the indescribable spirituality unique to Quidditch geniuses!
"I found a treasure, I found a treasure!"

Old Oakes muttered to himself, and ran into the team headquarters without thinking.

Yes, he no longer walked slowly, but trotted directly into the headquarters of their England Quidditch team, as if suddenly 30 years younger.

He was so excited.

He saw the hope of the rise of Quidditch in England!
Any Quidditch talent will be contested by Quidditch teams from various countries, such as Victor Krum, who recently joined the Bulgarian Quidditch team, and the English Quidditch team once tried to win.

But people thought the team's performance was poor, so they didn't give up at all, so they directly joined the Bulgarian team, which made the England team with great hopes quite uncomfortable.

Well now, the genius is here, and it's all delivered to your doorstep.

If this is not accepted, it will be struck by lightning!
Old Oakes ran all the way into the team manager's office, without even knocking on the door, he slapped the opened letter on the manager's desk.

"Little William, you have to see this."

He has this qualification.

First the players, then the coaches, and then he was too old to do anything. Oakes Pezzi, who took the initiative to watch the gate, was almost the most prestigious person in the team. Even the manager could only treat each other with courtesy.

"what?"

Manager William was taken aback, but managed to calm down and squeezed out a smile.

"Mr. Paige, this is."

"Don't talk nonsense, look!"

Old Oakes was in a hurry.

What time is it, nonsense!

"Oh."

Thinking that the old man's brain was not working well and he was confused, William loosened his collar and sighed softly in his heart.

Putting down the quill in his hand, he opened Professor McGonagall's letter and read it word by word.

Seeing somewhere, he tapped the mark of "Retroactive Curse" with his wand, and began to quietly watch the game in the Slytherin team.
Then, he showed exactly the same expression as Old Oakes.

"Merlin, Goddess of Luck has finally favored England!"

(End of this chapter)