Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 165 Challenge the whole team
A pair of fourteen.

It seems that there is no suspense, and in fact, there is indeed no suspense - Klein beat those five big and three thick Quidditch players to run around, worthy of "the man who single-handedly led the entire wizarding world to look bad" The name!
"Huh~ It's much more comfortable."

Except for Gasol who was fixed in place, almost all of the rest received one or more punches from Klein.He withdrew his mana, looked at the trembling muscle sticks on the opposite side, and smiled kindly.

"You can't even beat me in a fight, and you still don't admit that you are trash."

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No one spoke, and the Quidditch players looked at the boy who beat them into a pig's head like a monster, and felt that their three views had collapsed into scum.

How could those little arms and legs be so strong.

Merlin, this is absolutely unreasonable!
"Hehe, as I said, let the young people solve their own affairs, and see how well they get along now."

Looking at the people on the court who had settled down, Dumbledore smiled and stroked his beard.

Manager Michael and William next to them nodded dully, with an expression of "you are right to say anything when you are old".

The accompanying Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stared involuntarily, as if they were meeting Klein for the first time.

This is exactly the same as the usual humble and polite top student!
Um.
Klein is such a well-behaved child, it is impossible for him to undergo such a big change for no reason. It must be Severus Snape who led Klein into a bad situation!

(Snape: ???)

"You liar, you're definitely not 12, you... you're at least thirteen!"

After losing the fight, but refusing to admit defeat, a certain Quidditch player stared at Klein and couldn't help shouting, trying to save some face.

But he didn't expect that there is actually no difference between 12 and 13 years old.

It's all embarrassing.

"That's right, I can tell at a glance that you concealed your age!"

"How could a child do such a thing, who are you!"

One person took the lead, and the rest of the Quidditch players seemed to have found their backbone, and they "crusted" Klein one after another.

Klein looked at those stubborn Quidditch players with great interest, and spread his hands helplessly.

"Yes, yes, I am not 12 years old, I am 12 and a half years old, as for who I am, listen carefully, I will just say it once, I am Klein Will Grindelwald, and why am I so good at fighting? "

He smiled.

"I'm sorry, because I'm born with supernatural power~"

Killing people doesn't pay for life, when you face a child who claims to be "innate supernatural power", it is difficult for you to fight back effectively-the most important thing is that these Quidditch players dare not talk cheap anymore, that iron block The feeling of hitting the body with his little fist is not good.

"Okay, don't play dead on the ground if you can breathe, let's have some fun next time.

Don't you call yourself official Quidditch players? Let's play a game, whoever loses, how about whoever climbs out of the field, yes, it is literally crawling, the kind that uses both hands and feet. "

Let's fight first, let's "get off the horse", and then carry out a devastating blow at the place where the opponent is most proud.

The corners of Klein's mouth rose slightly, suddenly feeling a little bad.

Still, that's the way he's used to doing things.

Although it was a whim, I wanted to join a Quidditch team and completed the achievement of "Both Styles and Blossoms", which further made the name "Grindelwald" recognized in the magical world.But there are many things that can only be reassured if they are firmly in the hands.

The management side can't control it for the time being, at least he wants to treat these players submissively.

After hearing Klein's words, the eyes of the Quidditch players who had just been beaten brightened.

If you really doze off, there will be a pillow for you.

Quidditch?
They are professional!

"Damn it, I don't believe I can lose Quidditch to a brat."

"Everyone get on the broom, I'm going to kill everyone today!"

"Go up the goal, replace the balls with the best ones, bats. Eh? Where's my bat!" Perhaps eager to restore their dignity, the Quidditch players got up from the ground one after another and went to the ground like chicken blood. I went to find my own broomstick and corresponding competition equipment.

After lifting the "fixing spell", Gasol took a deep look at Klein, walked back to the preparation room with the team members without saying anything.

Without technology, you can't convince the crowd in this stadium.

Facing the international level of Quidditch, will Klein still be able to make those incredible goals with ease like in the intramural exchange game?

Gasol didn't know what to do.

Because of the influence of emotions, the movements of those Quidditch players were very neat.

In just three to five minutes, they put on their armor, grabbed their clubs, and each of them carried a "Nimulator 5" and ran back to the center of the arena aggressively, glaring at Clay like a group of angry bulls. Because, I couldn't help panting.

"Give me a club, and a broom."

The mood right now is just right for a devastating psychological blow.

Klein smiled and reached out to Gasol.

Gasol took a deep breath, and handed the prepared things to Klein—a "Nimbus 2001" and an oak club.

"good."

After trying the feel of the stick a little, he nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at the red-eyed Quidditch players with contemptuous eyes.

"The next seven of you are no, no, no, fourteen of you are defensive players. I am only responsible for offense, and you are only responsible for defense. Within an hour, if you can prevent me from five goals, I will be considered a loser."

There are only seven Quidditch players including the goalkeepers. What Klein meant was that he would challenge the entire England representative team and the England reserve team alone.

Except for the goalkeeper, he had to face thirteen people chasing and intercepting him for an entire hour!
Gasol was dumbfounded, and those menacing Quidditch players were also dumbfounded.

After a brief moment of astonishment, there was endless anger.

Too insane.

They had never seen such an arrogant person.

What does the brat think Quidditch is!
Props for showing how amazing you are?

No.

Quidditch is a team sport, a cooperative team sport!
It was fourteen against one just now, and now it is still fourteen against one, but this time, these Quidditch players couldn't imagine the scene where they would lose.

Hehe, if you can't even win like this
Then they have really become the trash in the opponent's mouth, they don't deserve to be in this team, and they don't deserve to be in this stadium!
"Don't use the Snitch, just the Quaffle and the Bludger. Come on, give me the Quaffle."

Reaching out for the bright red ball in Gasol's hand, Klein glanced at the faces of the Quidditch players and smiled.He stepped on the ground and flew into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Let's get started, I hope this hour can be fun with you."

(End of this chapter)