Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 177 People in Focus
The Ministry of Magic clearly stipulates that wizards and Muggles should be distinguished. The less the intersection of the mysterious world and the real world, the better. Even every Muggle who encounters unnatural phenomena must be forced to lose his memory afterwards.

But none of this has anything to do with Klein.

He is not a person who likes to follow the rules, he prefers to override the rules, and even make the rules himself.

Besides, the difference between ordinary people and wizards is nothing more than the presence or absence of magic power, and a small magic power item can easily solve it.

The Ministry of Magic should not have noticed anything.

Um.
should.

"Boys, get ready and warm up."

Mr. Moore, the coach of the English Quidditch team, was a very large, middle-aged man—one of the few people who work in sports is weak, and so-and-so was an exception.

"Those bastards in Lithuania are not worth mentioning, you will kick their ass hard and bring back our victory!"

Coach Moore's language is extremely provocative, revealing the roughness unique to athletes.

He is a rough guy who doesn't know much about reasoning. He has not forgotten his past habits after he turned from a player to a coach, and he can't help but do what he used to do as a captain.

This makes those active players a little embarrassed.

Everyone knows that the current captain of the team is Klein Grindelwald, the Quidditch genius who abused them so much.

To be exact, Coach Moore stole Captain Klein's job~

Thinking of this, Gasol couldn't help but glanced at the people around him.

He found that the latter still looked relaxed, as if he was not angry at all.

"No, it must be a disguise!"

Gasol's Adam's apple moved up and down, thinking to himself.

When he was at Hogwarts, he didn't see how crazy this child like a porcelain doll was.

Ok.

Fake, all fake!
"What's up?"

Feeling the realization around him, Klein turned his head to meet Gasol's eyes, and asked with a smile.

"Uh, no no."

Now Gasol and those team members are really a little afraid of Klein, locked on by those blue eyes, he only feels breathless and shakes his head repeatedly.

"Be prepared and concentrate."

Klein looked at the tall and thick Gasol with some amusement, and lightly patted him on the waist.

There is no way, with his current height, he can only shoot the opponent's waist.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe."

Gasol's heart trembled, he couldn't help but giggle, but his body tensed up instead.

Back then, it was these pink little fists that knocked out their entire team~

"Ahem, Klein, what do you want to say?"

Perhaps aware of his gaffe, the eloquent coach Moore suddenly laughed, rubbed his hands and looked at Klein, who was a little behind.

"I?"

Klein was taken aback.

He is not good at stirring up an atmosphere of hatred with foul language, but
He thought for a few seconds, then said easily.

"I have nothing to say, end the game early and go back to rest early."

After a pause, he showed a pensive expression again.

"Lithuania is not on my radar at all. In fact, I am already thinking about our opponent in the next round."

At the beginning, Manager William gave Klein [-] tickets, which sounded like a lot, but in fact, [-] seats only occupied the tip of the iceberg of the Quidditch Sports Headquarters in England.

The stadium at England's Quidditch headquarters can hold a full 6 people!
Speaking of this, I have to say that the "Space Stretching Curse" is really a good thing~
"God, I thought I was at the World Cup Finals."

Mr. Granger looked around and couldn't help sighing.

With tens of thousands of people present, the feeling is really hard to describe in words.

"Well."

Mrs. Granger was a well-maintained lady, but she was also a little nervous at the moment.Along the way, she has seen too many incredible things.

This is the world my daughter lives in.

"Come on, England! England must win!"

Among the carnival crowd, Hermione looked very happy, even seeing her sworn enemy Pansy Parkinson at the entrance just now couldn't spoil her good mood.

"Om."

The game began to enter the countdown, and suddenly, many players' projections appeared in the center of the court.

Some of them are riding on brooms, and some are constantly waving.
"Dad, Mom, that's Klein!"

When a handsome young figure appeared, Hermione became excited, pointing at the projection and shouting loudly.

The Grangers watched closely.

Well, that face is indeed very handsome.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

When Klein's figure appeared, not only Hermione was excited, but all the little Hogwarts wizards who were invited were also excited.

They shouted frantically, cheering Klein Grindelwald's name.

"KVG! KVG! KVG!"

Countless support signs were raised at the same time, forming an ocean in an instant.

KVG
Abbreviation for "Klein Weir Grindelwald".

"This is not our arrangement, what's going on?"

I was worried that Klein would be boycotted by the local fans, but the moment the "sea" formed, the worry on Manager William's brow disappeared without a trace.

He first touched his chin and muttered to himself, then smiled.

No matter how harsh the scolding is, the fans are still willing to accept the new captain~
But Manager William didn't expect that these people were not real fans, but "tenders".

"Well, the momentum is good."

A bald and blind old man sat in the corner very low-key, and nodded in satisfaction.

It's such a bargain to buy such momentum with a little gold coin.

"Mr. Grindelwald, the game is about to begin."

Old Zod sat beside Gellert with some toothache, and whispered a reminder.

A good organization does not plan for development, just sit here and watch Quidditch
All right, as long as the leader is happy.

It's better than imprisoning yourself in the castle after a disagreement.

"Ah."

Gellert nodded gently.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

Almost at the moment when the old Zod fell, players from both sides began to enter the field.

Applause roared.

Of course, the visiting team Lithuanian Quidditch team must be the first to enter.

Each of them has a confident look on their faces, without the restraint of an away game.

In their eyes, the good British brothers are here to give points.

If you can't eat the meat around your mouth, you deserve to be unable to enter the Quidditch World Cup.

Coincidentally, someone thought so too~
"very nice."

Klein, wearing a blue, white and red jersey, smiled from the bottom of his heart.

After a pause, he restrained the expression on his face, and looked back at Gasol and the others who were a little nervous behind his eyes.

"Come on, it's time for us to play."

After the words fell, he walked out of the player tunnel first, and came to the green grass field with a broom.

Countless eyes gathered together, and he instantly became the focus of the entire scene!
(End of this chapter)