Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 263

Whoever you are, give me a punch first.

Let's talk!

On this day, the name of Klein, born with supernatural power, and Grindelwald was completely spread.

Those Bulgarian Quidditch players who upheld their passion and wanted to bully the small paid a terrible price.

The English Quidditch players headed by Gasol were delighted to see it.

Fuck it!

Don't even open your eyes to see, our Ke boss can be provoked by a small character like you?

"Ah, this"

This is not a fight, but a one-sided "slaughter".

The Bulgarian team leader opened his mouth and looked at it for a long time, but couldn't recover.

That little guy, can he chase down a group of big and three thick athletes and beat them up?
He couldn't believe his eyes!

Could it be that the kid named Klein has the blood of giants and ogres?
wrong
I heard that he won the Medal of Merlin First Class, and his IQ is no problem.

"Whoo~"

Unlike the Bulgarian team leader, Manager William breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as no one is killed.

Now that the level of medical treatment is so advanced, these skin traumas can be healed with a spell.

On the court, Klein, who had finished stretching his muscles and bones, still had a poker face, as if he had gone out after dinner to eliminate some food, and there was no unnecessary emotional fluctuation at all.

Krum covered his stomach with his hands and panted heavily, looking at the little dwarf over there with red eyes.

"Hey, that classmate who looks like a mad dog."

Feeling the hatred in his eyes, Klein blinked his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed an extremely gentle smile.

"Are you looking at your horse?"

Say the wildest things with the kindest looks.

The exclusive Zaun mode was turned on again, and when Gasol and the others heard it, their smiling faces began to cramp.

Sure enough, as long as the victim is not them, Klein like this is really likable.

"I killed you!"

First he was beaten, and then he was scolded. Krum couldn't bear this at such a young age.

He forgot that he ran over to provoke him first, and he also forgot the miserable situation of being kicked seven or eight meters just now.

Clenching his fists tightly, he rushed towards Klein recklessly again, his eyes were extremely fierce, as if he wanted to eat people.

"It's not even night yet, and you started dreaming?"

Klein is not Krum's father, so he has no obligation to pamper him.

If the other party comes to beg for a fight, he will be satisfied.

Just now it was a kick, this time it was a punch.

Krum flew upside down as fast as he rushed over.

Wherever you stand up, just lie down obediently
With a "bang", Krum fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, there was turf as a protection, otherwise, this time he would have to fall out of nowhere.

"Stop, stop, stop! Stop!"

It wasn't until the little baby in the team was beaten away for the second time that the Bulgarian team leader, who was a little slow to react, finally came back to his senses.He rushed in front of Krum and waved his hands in Klein's direction.

You can't fight anymore, and if you fight again, it will be useless!

"Oh."

Klein became obedient now, and put his hands back into his pockets harmlessly.Just like nothing happened, they walked back to Gasol's team.

"Hahaha!"

When the boss came back, Gasol and the others had more fun.

As for the Bulgarians lying on the turf crying for their father and mother.
who cares?
Although Klein hit someone and the situation was a bit serious, it was better than Klein being beaten.

Manager William patted his chest and couldn't help looking at the Bulgarian team leader over there.

"Mr. Jack Flo, we, Klein, have always been well-behaved and sensible, and your team members have gone too far, provoking you when you come up. You have to give me an explanation for this matter!"

The team members were beaten like dead dogs and had to explain to the other party.

The Bulgarian team leader was about to vomit blood.

However, the fact seemed to be the case—Krum was beaten instead of pretending to be forceful, and the team members were also beaten when they couldn't see it. Krum was powerless and furious, and was beaten again.

From the beginning to the end, except for a verbal curse, they were all forced to fight back
"Sorry, Mr. William, it was our team members who were too rude."

What else can I do?On other people's territory, the fight was lost again, and the Bulgarian team leader was also very desperate.

Now there is no training match or no training match, so hurry up and send him to the hospital. If something happens to the root of the disease, what will happen to the World Cup in a few months!

"Humph!"

Manager William snorted coldly and looked at the laughing Gasol and the others.

The English Quidditch players who were having a good time stopped talking in an instant. Only Klein still seemed to be aloof from the incident, lost in thought and didn't know what to think.

"Ugh."

Things have developed into what they are now, something no one expected.

Manager William sighed and planned to contact the team doctor.

No matter what, you can't let people go back to Bulgaria.

"Mr. William, let me come."

Through simple psychology, Klein guessed what Manager William was thinking almost instantly.

It's not him if he gets cheap but doesn't act good.

When he did it just now, he used a unique technique. Apart from looking miserable, there was actually no serious problem.

To this extent, an improved healing technique can handle it.

"Recover quickly!"

Without using a magic wand, with a wave of his little hand, the green light sprinkled on the Bulgarian players.

Those bruises healed almost as fast as the naked eye could see.

As a person with a professional therapist qualification certificate, it should not be too simple to heal such minor injuries.

However, the magic of healing enveloped almost all the Bulgarian players who participated in the fight, except for one person—Victor Krum.

Gasol and the others looked at Klein with weird expressions, and couldn't help but mourn for Krum for a second in their hearts.

It's fine, you can't mess with anyone, you have to mess with this one.

Is it bad to live?
"This"

The effect of the large-scale healing spell is astonishing, and the unarmed spell is equally astonishing. Manager William and the Bulgarian team leader looked at Klein with complicated eyes.

The Ministry of Magic seems to have a rule that minors are not allowed to cast spells outside of school.
Forget it, geniuses are always privileged.

Just pretend this never happened.

"I kill you."

Krum had always been hostile to Klein because of his family feud.

It's all right now, new and old hatreds come together.

If eyes could kill, Klein would have been cut to pieces by now!
"Hey, everyone has heard that Mr. Krum openly threatened my personal safety, and my subconscious counterattack was also an act of self-defense."

Krum is also strong enough, knowing that he is not an opponent, but he refuses to admit defeat.Klein smiled, showing an innocent and aggrieved expression.

He looked at Victor Krum, who was still unwilling to admit defeat.

"I remember that Quidditch also kills people, right? After all, anything can happen in the sky.
What do you think, this classmate is like a mad dog, who catches people and bites them when they meet. "

(End of this chapter)