Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 262 A Friendly Meeting

The trip to Mogmeade is over.

After taking a group photo with his classmates, Klein returned to the headquarters of the England Quidditch team.

He thought that he would be able to spend a relatively peaceful few months in peace.Unexpectedly, on the second day of his return, he met a special person—an "old friend" who held great hostility towards him.

"This is the headquarters of the England Quidditch team?"

It has to be said that compared with the headquarters of the Bulgarian Quidditch team, the British Quidditch team headquarters is indeed much more magnificent.

Victor Krum felt sour, and couldn't help curling his lips.

"Welcome to England!"

Manager William received the Bulgarian delegation at the gate of the headquarters.

After scanning a group of high-five and three-thick players, he deliberately stayed on Krum's face for a few seconds longer, showing an extremely enthusiastic smile.

"Come in and warm up, our players can't wait."

"Can't wait to be abused by me?"

Before the leader of the Bulgarian team could speak, Krum suddenly sneered, causing the originally friendly atmosphere to collapse instantly.

"Krum!"

The Bulgarian leader snapped.

But Krum raised his eyebrows indifferently, with a rebellious expression on his face.

"This kid is not sensible, Mr. William, please don't mind."

The Bulgarian team leader was also quite helpless seeing the talented Seeker in the team not giving face like this.

Although he is the leader and coach in name, his real status in the team is far inferior to the Seeker
Genius always has many privileges!
"Where is it, kid, hehe."

Manager William had contacted Victor Krum and knew what kind of young man he was—before he joined the Bulgarian Quidditch team, he had tried to lure Krum to England.

Unfortunately, he failed.

But it was also because of this that they were able to get another younger and more outstanding genius by chance!

"Humph!"

Manager William's "little kid" made Krum very uncomfortable.

The thought of someone on the England Quidditch team made him even more unhappy.

Unhappy coupled with unhappiness made his face more and more gloomy.The whole person did not speak, like a silent volcano waiting to erupt.

"Please come in."

Manager William didn't know which tendon was wrong for Krum. Anyway, he had done enough on the surface. He smiled and invited a group of people into the Quidditch headquarters in England.

The headquarters of Quidditch in England is very large, and the turf is also newly planted.

On the court, more than a dozen players in red, blue and white uniforms waited relaxedly for the start of the training match, not paying attention to the opponents who came from afar.

"Ha ha."

It is not easy to find a short man among the five big and three thick athletes, but if that short man stands in the most conspicuous place, it is another matter.

Seeing the target, Victor Krum strode over directly.

His muscles bulged like a galloping bull.

"Ok?"

The visitor was not kind, and Gasol's eyes froze.

Boy, is this for a game, or for a fight?
Involuntarily standing in front of Klein, Gasol, who was a bit taller than Krum, twisted his face and cursed viciously.

"Little bastard, you fucking stop me!"

"roll!"

It is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they actively provoke others in their territory. Krum's courage is obviously not ordinary.

He stared behind Gasol and yelled.

"Klein Grindelwald, don't hide behind others, come out and face me!"

"Tsk."

Still the same, like a brainless brat.

Klein was speechless, and slowly walked out from behind Gasol.

Victor Krum, one of the few friends in Durmstrang Academy in his previous life.

At first, they had a good relationship because they were both popular figures in the school.

But later, with the exposure of their life experience, the two broke completely.

Because Krum's grandfather was killed by Gellert Grindelwald himself
"Who are you?"

Klein blinked and asked knowingly.

"Victor Krum, remember this name, it will become your nightmare!"

Krum looked down at Klein, who was two heads shorter than him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh."

Klein nodded expressionlessly.

then
Just kick it out!
With a "bang", Krum's expression froze on his face, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards at a speed a few minutes faster than when he was running wildly.

Manager William was dumbfounded, the Bulgarian Quidditch team was dumbfounded, and Krum himself was dumbfounded.

Only Gasol, the others and Klein himself always looked normal.

Little brother, I'm afraid you haven't appreciated the power of Klein, the natural power, and Grindelwald!
"Brothers, come on!"

Krum is usually used to being arrogant and domineering, and the Bulgarian representative team is also pampered like a baby, for fear that the genius in the team will be wronged. Who would have thought that he would be beaten when he first came to England.

Those members of the Bulgarian team who had reacted were excited, ignoring that this was someone else's territory, and rushed forward with roars, wanting to vent their anger on Krum.

"Don't make any moves, I will come alone."

Shuhuo, stretch your muscles and bones, Klein twisted his neck and ordered softly.

"Yes, yes, boss, you can do whatever you want."

Seeing Klein's expressionless face, Gasol and the others couldn't help but shudder.

They recalled the tragic scene when more than a dozen people were chased and beaten by one person.
However, today they can finally watch a good show.

Thinking about it this way, I'm a little excited~
"Stop, stop for me!"

"Klein, don't be impulsive!"

It happened so fast that Manager William and the Bulgarian team leader had no time to stop it.

When the Bulgarian players rushed out, the two leaders shouted loudly.

However, their worries went in different directions.

The Bulgarian team leader was worried that his team members would beat up the kid who looked like "Skinny Chicken", and the manager William was afraid that Klein would be too ruthless and accidentally kill someone.
It seems that through some special channels, he knew Klein's feat of throwing the Hippogriff with his back.

"Ha ha."

Klein smiled.

He likes the "big fist is justified" tone of athletes so much.

Bullying him, he looked like a little sheep surrounded by wolves.

However, when the little sheep tore off its harmless coat, those howling wolves suddenly discovered that the sheep might be sheep, but they were iron-blooded sheep wearing armor and holding cannons.

It's so powerful!

That little fist, that calf, like a storm, never stops.

It's still not going well, and they were beaten so hard that they couldn't find the north.

Many Bulgarian Quidditch players couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts.

This fucking is 13 years old?
(End of this chapter)