Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 163 First Meeting
The England Quidditch team is actually a department under the Ministry of Magic - Department of Magical Sports and Sports.

The Department of Magical Sports and Sports Affairs is a Qingshui yamen, and the funds are not very sufficient, so the team usually operates independently, and the Department of Magical Sports and Sports is just a name.Except during the start of the "Quidditch World Cup", I will pay extra attention, and the rest of the time is due to the free-range stage.

Good grades are good, poor grades are okay.

As long as the team doesn't disband, let alone recruiting a new player, no one will care about you even if the sky is turned upside down.

But today is different.
Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, Michael Bryant, and a group of officials from the Ministry of Magic came to the headquarters of the England Quidditch team very seriously.

They all frowned, as if they were in a bad mood.

"What does the Minister think, how can a 12-year-old play an official Quidditch match?"

"That can't be helped. It can only be said that Mr. Dumbledore's face is still too great, so that the minister has to open the back door and give special approval."

"No, how did I hear that it was the people on the team who begged for so much that they came to Mr. Fudge."

"Who knows, I just know that if it happens, we in England will be the laughing stock of the whole of Europe, just like our ministers."

"Hush, keep your voice down, you want to be fired!"

The subordinates behind him were discussing a lot, and Michael couldn't help sighing in his heart and secretly complained that Cornelius Fudge, who could only wear a bowler hat and talk nonsense, was outrageous.

Normal people would not agree to an underage child joining the national team, but the minister agreed, not only agreed, but also seemed very happy.

This made it difficult for Michael.

Bumps and bumps are common in Quidditch matches, but with that child's fragile body, can he withstand the impact of a Bludger?

In case something happened, it wasn't Cornelia Fudge who was "responsible", but he, the director in charge of magic sports!

"Fucking bad luck!"

Michael, who had short inches, cursed inwardly, strode away, and led his men into the headquarters of the England Quidditch team.

"Welcome, gentlemen, you have worked hard."

As the person in charge of the team, Manager William is used to being a man.With a smile on his face, he quickly walked a few steps to Michael and the others.

"Mr. Dumbledore and the others have been waiting for a while, and now that everyone is here, the investigation can begin at any time."

The team agreed, and the Hogwarts school did not object, let alone Klein himself.But to have the status of an official Quidditch player, you need an official endorsement from the Ministry of Magic.

Just like the time with Sir Merlin, Michael Bryant came here specifically to investigate whether Klein Grindelwald is eligible to join the national team.

"very good."

Michael nodded lightly, ignored Manager William's enthusiasm, and took the initiative to walk in the direction of the Hogwarts "friends and relatives group".

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore."

No matter when the "Greatest White Wizard" has a face, even the Director of the First Department of the Ministry of Magic has to put down his figure and practice the courtesy honestly.

Of course, he was also very polite to the accompanying Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

"Hehe, hello, Michael."

Dumbledore has a lot of connections, and he knows everything about the Ministry of Magic. The name of the Director of Magical Sports and Sports can't bother him at all.

The old man smiled gently and pointed to someone on the field.

"Look, Klein is there."

Looking in the direction Dumbledore pointed, Michael narrowed his eyes and saw the real Klein Grindelwald for the first time.

The reason for emphasizing that it is a "real person" is because he is no stranger to that child.

In the past few months, I could see that pretty face on the "Daily Prophet" from time to time, so that his wife kept nagging in his ear, "Why are other people's children so beautiful? How did they get born?".
"It's pretty tall."

After looking at Klein for a while, Michael gave an objective evaluation.

For a 12-year-old child, Klein's size is considered very good. If he develops another eight or nine years, Michael does not doubt that the other party will become a strong and good boy.

but now?
He couldn't help thinking of a china doll being smashed by a Bludger.

"Whoo~"

Taking a deep breath, Michael said with a embarrassed face.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I know Klein is a wonderful boy, but there are some things that aren't."

Before he could finish speaking, Dumbledore interrupted him with a smile and waved his hand.

"Look, the game is about to start."

"Well."

The feeling of holding the words in his throat is not good, but the other party is Albus Dumbledore, and Michael has no confidence in his heart, so he can only lower his head sullenly, comforting himself silently.

"Forget it, I don't feel sorry for my students. Why worry about you as an outsider? If it turns out that Klein Grindelwald is really not suitable for a formal Quidditch match, just report the truth in the report." gone."

With certainty in mind, Michael turned his attention to the field.

"It's so short."

Although the figure of the kid opposite was considered tall among his peers, facing a group of muscular guys with an average height of over six feet (185cm), he was really like a reed stick, no matter how pitiful he looked.

Those Quidditch players didn't hide their gazes, and looked at Klein wantonly.

"Let me introduce, this is Klein Grindelwald, a new member of the team."

Gasol stood between the two groups and said loudly.

After a pause, he took a deep breath.

"Yes, the new captain."

After the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Then there was a shocking roar of laughter.

"Captain, when did you know how to joke like this?"

"Hahahaha, my brother is bigger than him, trust me, I'm serious."

"White, is the younger brother you're talking about at home, or in your pants?"

"roll roll roll!"

They were all brothers who fought together, joked about meat and vegetables, although Klein was not yet an adult, but including the reserve team, none of the team members would care about what a brat thought.

Most of the people were laughing, even Klein laughed so brilliantly.

Only one person didn't smile.

That's Gasol Wiggins.

"enough!"

Gasol roared, his eyes widened.

Startled by the roar, the team members immediately stopped laughing and looked at the uncharacteristically surprised captain.

"Let me tell you, Gasol."

Unexpectedly, Klein suddenly stood up at this time.

Under Gasol's complex eyes, he took a few steps forward and got closer to the regular players and reserve players.Scanning the faces with different expressions, he still had a bright smile and waved his hands as if introducing himself.

"It's the first time to meet you, rubbish, hello."

(End of this chapter)