Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 168 "The Shame of Europe"

That night, Voldemort was sentenced to "spend five hours alone with the dementor" because he stayed up most of the night and talked to the chief jailer without authorization.

So, after the Ministry of Magic, Sauron, Harry Potter, and Dumbledore, there was another name added to the Dark Lord's vengeance notebook: Christopher, the Chief Warden of Azkaban Prison.

"I won't let you go, never"

After being punished, Voldemort, who was physically and mentally devastated, curled up in the corner of the cell, cursing secretly for a long, long time.

Of course, no one knows about this~
"Ha~"

Yawning, the old cripple Zod rubbed his eyes with unusual bags under his eyes, and made himself a cup of instant coffee.

After taking two sips, he felt refreshed, so he put on his nightgown, walked to the mailbox in the courtyard with his slippers on, and took away the newspapers he subscribed to.

"No big news recently."

This is the second month since Zod quietly returned to the magic world. He had been out of touch with the magic world for too long. He quit his job as a gardener and resumed the habit of reading newspapers every day.Although some secrets will not be published in the newspapers, he can still learn a lot of interesting news from publications such as the "Daily Prophet" or "Wizard Morning".

"Whoo~"

Throwing the newspaper he had glanced at casually on the dining table, Zod began to think about making a breakfast for himself—the members of the secret assembly are also human, so how could they not eat or drink.

Besides, after living in seclusion for decades, old Zod was used to taking care of himself.

When I was young, I dare not think about stretching out my hands and opening my mouth~
"Shh!"

Just as old Zod put the ham slices left over from yesterday into the frying pan, there was movement in the small living room.A middle-aged man in a black robe stabilized his figure from the shapeshifting, and saluted the old Zod.

"Mr. Zod, there is news over there."

There was uncontrollable joy in the voice of the middle-aged man.

"Mr. Grindelwald. Agreed."

"agreed?"

The frying pan in Zod's hand hit the stove with a "bang".

After many years, he finally heard the news.

If it was 30 years ago, he would have jumped up excitedly, and then went to the most prosperous place to kill a hundred Muggles to celebrate.

but now.
Old Zod was lost in thought, picked up the frying pan calmly, and replied lightly.

"understood"

"Yes."

The middle-aged man didn't dare to show his emotions, so he lowered his head obediently.

"Don't go back in a hurry, have a meal with the old man."

Old Zod continued to cook his breakfast with his head down, and pointed to the tables and chairs over there.

"Eh, this one is a little bit"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man showed a troubled look on his face.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Old Zod raised his head and said something angrily.

"Yes!"

Seemingly convinced by Zod, the middle-aged man didn't dare to resist anymore.

As if following an order, he came to the dining table very seriously, pulled out the chair and sat down, like a soldier waiting to be lectured.

"Eh?"

However, when he accidentally scanned a certain article published in the newspaper on the dining table, the expression on his face collapsed, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Mr. Zod, this is it!"

"What's the matter, isn't it just a newspaper?"

Old Zod was weird.

Obviously, no major incidents have happened in the Ministry of Magic recently, and it is as peaceful as ever, so there is no news that is worth making a fuss about.

"No, Mr. Zod, it has the name "Grindelwald" on it!"

The middle-aged man hastily pulled out the sports page of the "Daily Prophet" and trotted to Zod.

"Ok?"

The old Zod was also a little stunned, and began to watch the sports news that he never paid attention to.

[With the approval of the Ministry of Magic-Magic Sports Department, the consent of the International Quidditch Association, and the approval of the Hogwarts school, Klein Weir Grindelwald announced to join the England Quidditch team as captain. 】

"Quidditch?"

Old Zod was a little dumbfounded.

Wait, how old is that kid?

If he remembers correctly, he should be only 12 years old.

[This is the first player to break through the age limit for Quidditch since Thomson Giddle in 1964. Klein Grindelwald fully advanced Thomson's record of joining the team at the age of 14 by two full years Year!

But I don't think this is a good move.

Obviously, the England Quidditch team has been in the quagmire for too long, so long that they just grabbed a straw and thought it was a life-saving panacea, and they turned a boy who was not yet 15 years old into a ball. team leader.

I personally think that this is a disgrace to the entire European Quidditch, and the English Quidditch team can be called "the shame of Europe".]

The newspaper used an entire page to analyze the disadvantages of Klein Grindelwald joining the team, but Old Zod didn't read a single word.

He's just worried now.

What should we do?

The more prominent the spotlight on that kid, the more inconvenient it was for their organization to act.

I'm really worried~
Old Zod was worried, and someone was more worried than him.

That is William, the manager of the England Quidditch team.

Their headquarters is "overwhelmed with eagles" today.
This eagle is an owl.

"Trash, has our team fallen to such an extent?"

"Where did Grindelwald come from, and where did he come from!"

"Pau Gasol should be the captain!"

"Let Grindelwald go! Let Grindelwald go! Let Grindelwald go!"

Angry fans couldn't accept the fact that the team had changed leaders, and what they couldn't accept was that the team leader was actually a child who was still in school.

Just kidding, how can I participate in normal training like this?

I really plan to screw it up to the end!
Manager William couldn't explain Klein's specialness to the outside world. Before he proved his vision, he could only bear all the infamy silently.

just
This taste is really uncomfortable.

Buried in a pile of roaring letters, Manager William couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Don't pay attention to them. In the past, when our grades were good, they praised us the most. Now that our grades are not good, they are also the ones who scold us the most.

They don't love the team at all, they just love the championship. "

As a practitioner who has been engaged in Quidditch-related work all his life, Old Oakes feels that he has the most say in this matter.True fans are rational, but they can definitely understand the team's decision-making.

Young people who can be favored by the team and recruited exceptionally, can they think of something special?
To put it bluntly, the senders of these yelling letters were just using Klein to join the team to vent their negative emotions.

"Hey."

Thinking of this, Old Oakes couldn't help sneering.

In a few months, it will be the "Quidditch World Cup" qualifying round.

Now their team's score is five wins and five losses, and they are on the verge of falling out of elimination. The next game is especially important.

Who is the "Shame of Europe".

You will know when the time comes!
　I misremembered the location, the Chaser doesn't use a stick, but that's it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)