Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 159
Trying to recruit Cline Grindelwald is a risky gamble.

Although the young man had already shown the spirituality of a Quidditch genius, but also, he was too young, and his body was very thin, like a porcelain doll that would shatter when touched.

In the international arena, although the casualty rate in high-intensity Quidditch matches is not high, it is not zero.

"Well, in a few days I will go to Hogwarts to investigate first, and then make a decision."

The team manager, William, couldn't make up his mind after much deliberation. In the end, he had to choose a relatively safe path.

"Retroactive Curse" is just a magical image after all, and he is used to "seeing is believing" for some things.

"When the time comes, I will be with you!"

After hearing this, Old Oaks spoke without hesitation.

For the future of the England Quidditch team, such things cannot be done without him.

After setting the itinerary, William didn't hesitate, and immediately began to write letters under the watchful eyes of Old Oakes, trying to contact Hogwarts.

Inadvertently insert willows and willows.

Unbeknownst to Klein at the time, he was about to transition from school idol to sports star across the UK.

Don't ask, asking is the flowering of style.

Three days later, the underground potions classroom.

"Good job, your level has improved compared to last week."

Looking at the test paper that Klein handed in - a bottle of very difficult gold spot dust healing potion, Snape showed a rare smile on his face.

He is really happy.

He felt that Klein had almost half of his skills.

In less than two years, from a boring machine that could only memorize books to a highly imaginative and creative potions expert, Snape felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

It's like a piece of blank paper with the embryonic form of a peerless painting.

And he is the hand holding the paintbrush.

"Add ten."

Because he was still in class, Snape's mood couldn't be too obvious.The smile on his face was fleeting, he straightened his face and said in a deep voice.

After the words fell, the quill on the podium automatically wrote a few strokes in the scoring book, completing the extra points.

"Thank you, Dean."

Klein nodded, and walked back to his seat, very quiet—his classmates were still worrying about slicing and grinding, and he didn't want to disturb anyone.

"Klein, this way, this way."

The little wizards of Slytherin and Ravenclaw were not surprised that Klein was the first to hand in Snape's classwork, even though Klein made a completely different potion from them, the little wizard They are not surprising.

It wasn't a day or two before Snape treated them differently, they had long been used to it.

But when everyone is racking their brains for making potions, they always have to find something for their genius to do~
So, when Klein sat back in his seat, the little wizard called out in a low voice and kept winking at him.

Klein smiled, and first glanced at Snape on the podium. Seeing that Mr. Dean didn't respond, he walked gently to the side of the seeker, patiently explaining the key points of potion making to him.

The dim light of the fire reflected the surrounding environment, and the little wizards were too busy to touch the ground.Klein is like a fallen leaf fluttering in the wind, going here and there for a while.

In addition to the little wizards in the Snake Court, he did not hesitate to provide appropriate help to the young wizards in the Eagle Court.

Klein speaks articulately, and his approach and views are unusually distinctive.

But he is not strong, he just provides reference for the other party in the form of suggestions.

"If I were you, I would carry out the crushing step at least three times. You must know that the purpose of this step is not for the medicinal material itself, but for its juice. The more juice, the better the effect."

"Horizontal slicing is of course the standard method in textbooks, but it is not suitable for girls who lack control in their hands. Cutting the knife vertically, the force will be more uniform, and this time the main medicine lines are also vertical. I say that, you I should understand."

"The firepower is too low, and the potion will not be easy to solidify, especially if the potion raw materials such as ice fruit and snake gall are added, the residual magic power contained in it will reduce the temperature of the liquid medicine. If the temperature is not enough, it will affect the quality of the final medicine."

Klein was not at all a student coming to class now, more like Snape's teaching assistant.

Snape stood on the podium with his arms crossed, looking at the figure walking through the classroom, his expression was the same as before, but there was a bit of softness in his eyes.

This is the apprentice who inherited his mantle, how nice~
Just thinking about it, suddenly, a familiar face appeared at the door of the underground classroom.

"Dumbledore?"

Snape's heart shuddered, thinking that something had happened.

Glancing at the busy students below, he didn't say anything, and walked towards the door in a hurry, like a black bat flying by at low altitude.

"Ok?"

With a move in his heart, Klein looked up towards the door as if feeling something.

Blinking his eyes, he looked through the hard stone wall and saw several figures who were talking.

There was Dumbledore, and three strangers.

"Oh, it should have nothing to do with me."

Without Dumbledore's voice transmission, Klein took it for granted and made a conclusion in his heart.Lowering his head, he withdrew his magic power and continued to communicate with the little wizards of Ravenclaw on how to make potions with better effects.

And Snape, who walked out of the classroom door, also saw the three strangers.

Putting on his customary expression of indifference, he looked at Dumbledore without saying a word, just asking "what's going on" with his eyes.

"This is the manager of the England Quidditch team, Mr. William, this is Mr. Oakes Paige, and this is the captain of the England Quidditch team, Mr. Gasol Wiggins."

Dumbledore took the initiative to introduce someone for Snape.

But Snape still had an indifferent face, scanning the faces of the three of them, he frowned unconsciously.

"so?"

"Cough cough."

Dumbledore, who knew Snape's character well, coughed lightly and squeezed out a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Severus, they're here for Klein, can you?"

"No."

Before Dumbledore could speak, Snape coldly interrupted him.

He folded his arms, not looking at the three men on the England Quidditch team.

"In my class, no student is allowed to be absent without an excuse. Principal, please forgive my faux pas. I'm going back to class."

After a long time, it was not an accident at school, but a group of idiots who only cared about sweating on brooms came from nowhere, Snape was so angry.

Turning back to the Potions classroom, his face was even more gloomy than before.

Old Oakes and the others were also a little dumbfounded.

Who is this?
Crazy can!
"I just said you shouldn't try out a kid who's in school, hey, 12 years old, it's a complete waste of time."

Gasol, the captain of England's Quidditch team, muttered, putting his hands into the pockets of his slacks.Although he hasn't met him yet, he no longer has any expectations for that "Klein Grindelwald".

(End of this chapter)