Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 161
"Excuse me, what can you do for me?"

Klein's knowingly asking made Manager William's face stiff.

Looking at the child with an innocent face, he couldn't say anything.

The atmosphere was momentarily awkward.

Even Old Oakes, who likes Klein the most, can only scratch his bald head and shake his head constantly.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the stupid Gasol complainingly, and then at the wimpy Manager William, grinning his toothless mouth and forcing out a dry smile.

"Klein, ignore them, they are a bunch of idiots."

Could it be that it is a fool, a good team is now almost becoming the laughing stock of European Quidditch.Finally, the hope of revival appeared. As the captain of the team, you, Gasol, flicked the baby home with bad words.

Don't you open your eyes to see, is this a place where you, a Quidditch captain who can't even make it to the top [-], can show off!

Old Oakes wanted to jump up and slap Gasol.

It was a good dish, but it was messed up!
"Ha ha."

Klein still laughed.

innocent and innocent~
Dumbledore, who was familiar with Klein's mind, couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

What a crime, you said it was not good for you to offend anyone, but you wanted to offend this evil star.

"Klein, we are here this time to invite you to join the team."

After all, they are elderly people, and they don't care much about face.Old Oakes pondered for tens of seconds, and offered an olive branch to Klein before Manager William could speak.

Manager William's expression changed, but he still didn't say anything in the end.

in fact
Before they came this time, they planned to give Klein an "opportunity to join the team for trial training" instead of "direct invitation to join the team".

The difference between the two is huge.

However, things have developed into what they are now, and they can only follow Mr. Peggy's wishes and change the original plan.

Thinking of this, Manager William couldn't help looking at Gasol who was listless.

A person in his 20s is still so naive, thanks to God for giving him a good body and a bowl of rice, otherwise, how can he make a living outside with such an IQ.

"That's it."

Klein blinked.

"I reject."

"what?"

Old Oaks and Manager William still had some reactions.

This answer is too happy, doesn't it take a little time to think about it?

"really."

Glancing at the expressions on the faces of Old Oakes and Manager William, Dumbledore sighed inwardly.

Klein is still the same Klein, in some places, he can always change ways to make you feel uncomfortable.

The old man shook his head empathetically, and quietly covered his fragile heart.

This is Victim No. [-]'s silent tribute to Victim No. [-] and No. [-]~
"Klein, join the team and you will become a big star, and the whole of England will be crazy about you!"

The teenager loves his name, Manager William plans to start from this aspect.

May I ask who doesn't like the feeling of being under the spotlight and responding?
"I'm sorry, Mr. William, I just want to study hard and make contributions to the magic world in the future."

The answer is yes, Klein doesn't like names.

Because he has no shortage of fame.

Manager William and the others failed because they stepped into a completely unfamiliar field.

Those who engage in sports generally don't care about academics, so they don't understand the "Magic Summit", they don't understand the new spells, and they don't understand Klein's status in the academic circle.

Why do those wizards who are hostile to "Grindelwald" always restrain themselves and not trouble Klein?
It's not because there are more people who hate him, but more people who love him!

Of course, the "love" here is to love his talent.

In the eyes of those staid old wizards, the title of "Son of Magic" was more important than all the members of the England Quidditch team combined.

In his early ten years, he won the highest academic honor by inventing the magic spell, and cured no less than ten cases of intractable diseases.

Who dares to say that he can't do greater things in the future!
That is to say, Dumbledore has a good heart and protects him well.

Now the various masters who want Klein to be a closed disciple can line up from "Paradise Street" to "Diagon Alley".

What are you, a sports and entertainment team!
you too?
"This"

He never thought that Klein would refuse straight away. Old Oakes looked bitter, and couldn't help but look back at Gasol.

Seeing Muscle Stick's dumb face, the old man became more and more angry as he thought about it.

It must be because of this idiot that Klein did not have a good impression of the England Quidditch team.

When the baby arrived at the door, instead of picking it up, you kicked it away.

No wonder they fall in the top sixteen every year.

Should!
Eh?
No, I seem to be a member of the England team.
Thinking of this, Old Oakes' eyes became even more resentful.

I finally saw England's hope of winning the "World Cup" before I died, but I didn't expect it to be shattered like this.

He is not reconciled!
"Well, it's okay to join the team, but I have a condition."

Seeing Old Oakes' expression of wanting to strangle Gasol to death, Klein secretly smiled inwardly, finally satisfying his bad taste.

Under the gaze of Dumbledore's "as expected", he changed the topic and raised a finger.

"Ok?"

Things have turned around, and the old Oakes and Manager William's eyes lit up.

There are good conditions.

I am not afraid of having conditions, but I am afraid of not mentioning any conditions.

"For Quidditch, I just use it as a pastime after studying, and I don't really love it, but I have heard a little about your team's performance in various world competitions in recent years."

After a pause, Klein neither exalted nor belittled, as if describing a most common fact, he spoke lightly.

"Quidditch Frenzy Contest No. 30 second place, almost bottom, European Quidditch League No. 20 five, almost bottom, World Quidditch Invitational No. 40 seven, failed to qualify, World Cup Quidditch qualifier five With five wins and five losses, we are on the verge of disqualification."

A lot of information is recorded on the sports page of the "Daily Prophet". With Klein's memory, he can store it deep in his brain at a glance, and he will automatically recall it when he needs it.

As he counted them one by one, the faces of Old Oakes and Manager William became more and more red, while Gasol's face directly turned the color of the bottom of the pot.

Yes, although it is a veteran team that has been established for more than [-] years, now the English Quidditch has fallen into disarray.

On their terms, they are not even as competitive as Bulgaria!

"It's a bad situation, there's no question about it, and it has to be fixed.

I am not familiar with the management of the team, so I will not express my opinion, but the position of captain, hehe, to be honest, Mr. Gasol is obviously not suitable to be a leader.

If you want me to join the team, then"

Klein pointed to himself, the expression on his face unchanged.

"The captain can only be me."

(End of this chapter)