Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 175 Preliminary Tournament Advance
Another ordinary day.

Instigate rebellion in the morning, attend classes during the day, tutor at night, and then sleep.

Plain yet fulfilling.

Klein hopes that this kind of life can continue forever.

Unfortunately, someone didn't want him to be safe.
"Klein, the Quidditch World Cup qualifiers have been brought forward, just on Christmas Eve!"

Draco claimed to be Klein's number one friend.

Since Klein joined the England Quidditch team, he has been paying attention to things about Quidditch.

No, as soon as he read the news from the newspaper, Young Master Malfoy hurriedly found Klein, slapped the newspaper in front of him, and said excitedly.

"in advance?"

Hearing this news, Klein, who was picking up the juice and putting it in his mouth, was taken aback for a moment.

But he still remained motionless, lowered his head and scanned the headlines on the sports page of the "Daily Prophet", and silently put down the glass bottle in his hand.

The Quidditch World Cup qualifiers have indeed been brought forward.

The match between the England Quidditch team and the Lithuania Quidditch team is scheduled for December 24th, Christmas Eve.

"Heh, I want to know who is behind this matter. The game on Christmas Eve is too inhuman."

Christmas Eve is equivalent to the Spring Festival in the East. It is a day to reunite with family members. Isn’t it exciting to play games on this special festival?

Klein, who had full conspiracy theory skills, instinctively thought of himself.

Here, I'm afraid someone is targeting him!

"Hey, who's to say no, don't be nervous and affect your performance."

Draco also felt that someone was targeting his best friend.

There has never been such a thing in previous years. Why did Klein announce to join the Quidditch representative of England and make such a mess?

"Well, don't worry, I don't care about this little thing. No matter when, even if I'm notified that I'm going to play, I have no problem at all."

Not to mention that Taishan did not change his face when he pressed the top, Klein can be considered to have experienced strong winds and waves.

Ordinary things could not shake his heart.

In the face of absolute strength, any tricks are crooked.

However, he still needs to communicate with the England Quidditch team on this matter.Although his mentality is not affected, it does not mean that Gasol and their mentality are not affected.

If winning isn't pretty enough, it's disgusting.

British Quidditch team headquarters.

"No, they said that it has been reported to the International Quidditch League, and it is impossible to change. We are going to face Lithuania at our home court."

Manager William has had a tough time of late.

Not to mention being scolded by his own fans, but also to endure the cynicism of other fans.

Recently, the momentum has finally eased, and a notice to change the game time was directly slapped in the face.

On Christmas Eve, there is no comparison of love.

If you admit defeat, you will be eliminated directly, and you will miss the "Quidditch World Cup" two years later.

It doesn't make sense at all.

Complained to the International Quidditch Federation, and only got the official answer of "in order to promote Quidditch, so I moved it to Christmas Eve to attract more people".

I can go fucking "promoting Quidditch".

This is clearly a bully!
"Tsk, I think it looks good."

In the conference room, a bald old man had an unscrupulous expression on his face, and he didn't have a frowning face like other senior executives of the team.

In the eyes of others, this is the catastrophe of the England Quidditch team, but in the eyes of Old Oakes, it is a pillow given to him when he is sleepy.

What are you afraid of, the current team is the same team as the previous team?
Little Lithuania was not the same as they were before, Old Oakes admitted.

But now, they hold the "king bomb" in their hands!
"I know what you want to say, it's just that Klein hasn't been in the team for a long time after all. Although he is very strong, he has a good run-in with the team"

Manager William scratched his quietly rising hairline, showing embarrassment.

Who knows whether Klein will be stage frightened, whether he will not be able to display his true strength under the circumstances of all the attention-this is not without precedent, the reason why many geniuses have failed to leave a reputation is because they are too stage frightened.

Sigh~ Don't say it's a child, the mentality of an adult says that it will explode!

"I said, are you underestimating Klein too much? Last time when he picked fourteen, I didn't see that he looked like a child. Every time he made a shot, it was decisive."

The old Oakes god was smiling.

Since the last incident, he has had an almost superstitious trust in Klein.

What others cannot do, Klein can.

Because this kid was sent from heaven to save the team!

The script has already been written~
Now these predicaments are nothing more than the lighting and stage arrangement, props to make the talent's debut battle even more gorgeous!

"That...I can't deny it."

I was extremely worried, but also full of hope.

Manager William's mood is very complicated now.

The same goes for other high-levels.

The sun is fierce, and all things appear!
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One chance is not too strict.

If you take one wrong step, you will be doomed.

Since leaving Nurmengard, Gellert has become more fond of reading newspapers and tending flowers and plants, which are leisure activities suitable for the elderly.

The organization is in a dormant period, and he has nothing else to do but lie in an easy chair all day long, killing time in novels and publications.

The old cripple Zod was by his side, with a very subtle expression on his face.

This is completely different from the leader in his impression.

"Haha, interesting."

Putting down the novel in his hand, Gellert showed a hearty smile on his face.

Unlike when he was just released from prison, he is very clean now, wearing a slightly loose gray suit, like an old gentleman who has been busy all his life and has just stepped into retirement.

"Boss, I really don't understand what you mean by reading Muggle books all day long."

Seeing that Gellert had stopped reading, Old Zod finally found an opportunity to ask his own question.

Even if the organization is in the early stages of re-starting, as the leader, he shouldn't be so idle.

"Only by knowing the enemy can you defeat the enemy."

Gellert let out a sigh of relief.

Hearing this, the old Zod's eyes twitched.

Boss, what you read is not serious literature, but fairy tales.
It seems that 47 years has indeed changed a lot of things.

Is it because you are older and do whatever you want?

"Ah~"

Old Zod couldn't help sighing in his heart, but he didn't dare to show his emotions on his face.

After all, he is the boss, so the things in his mind may be different from his. This may be aimed at Muggle children, and it may also be the preparations for the rule of wizards from the root.

Comforting himself in this way, he picked up a newspaper casually, glanced at the content on it, then turned a page, and turned to the sports section.

Then, old Zod's pupils shrank, and he looked up at Gellert on the other side of the easy chair.

"Boss, there is news about our young master Klein again."

(End of this chapter)