Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 272 Declaration
Klein was very busy during this time.

Not only do you have to deal with the endless training of the England Quidditch team, but you also have to find time to play with yourself.

Don't ask, asking is living a fulfilling life.

And Dumbledore's commission, he also completed last night - under the magic backtracking, he successfully sneaked into the old Barty's residence, and got the little Barty Crouch who had killed the old Barty Crouch Strange evidence.

Hearing the news, the old man frowned.

But it's none of his business
"Boss, boss, are you there?"

Originally, Klein was thinking about whether to spend this busy time visiting Mr. Newt and his Fantastic Zoo.Unexpectedly, just after a while, Gasol's loud voice rang in his ears.

Klein was helpless, turned his head to look at the shy muscular stick at the door, and said.

"what happened?"

Although it was a bit awkward at the beginning, after training together for so long, the relationship between the two is pretty good.

"Boss, many reporters have come outside, saying they want to interview you."

Gasol scratched his head and smiled foolishly. Facing Klein, who was more than a round behind him, he was a little cautious (mainly because he was afraid of being beaten).

"reporter?"

Klein blinked.

He hasn't done much recently, so what are the reporters doing interviewing him?
"Oh, didn't those bastards in Bulgaria make it into the newspapers a few days ago, they played a training match with the Irish Quidditch team yesterday, and they seemed to have won a lot of points.

Ireland is a traditional strong team, they became popular all of a sudden, and then that soft guy Krum got carried away and said something outrageous."

When Klein defeated the Bulgarian team by himself, the heat was still quite high.

But the Acting Minister of the British Ministry of Magic is Dumbledore, Klein is Dumbledore's favorite student, and the media are not too good.

Well now, the opportunity to interview "Son of Magic" Klein Weir Grindelwald is here again!

Those reporters flocked to the headquarters of Quidditch in England like sharks smelling blood.

The team manager William felt that since the match was about to start in a short amount of time and the opponent was so arrogant, it would be better for Klein to respond in person to promote the team and let the reporters in.

"It's so troublesome."

Victor Krum belongs to the type who forgets to eat but not to fight. The weather has cleared and the rain has stopped, and he thinks he can do it again.

Klein had no choice but to follow Gasol out.

As soon as he left the dormitory building, "Long Guns and Short Cannons" stood in front of him.

"Klein, what do you think of the thing Victor Krum said about you being a wimp?"

"Here, Klein, there hasn't been a new spell in the magic world for a while, and many people are saying that you have no talent. Do you want to say something to those people?"

"Since "Goat's Liver Fruit", are you interested in solving other potion science problems!"

"How is the team training, I mean, many people say that you are the real core of this England team, and all tactics revolve around you alone. Do you think this is true?"

Those reporters don't care how old you are, if you want you to be angry, they will pounce on you, bite you hard, get the news they want, and then leave with satisfaction.

Gasol, who was affected by the innocence, suddenly became heavy breathing.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape the crowd.In desperation, he looked at his little boss, but found that the other's face was still as usual, and he didn't even frown.

"Easy to do what I can't do, as expected of Boss Klein."

Gasol admired inwardly.

Magic or something, he's only half-baked, and the concept of the Merlin Medal is just "that thing is awesome".

But physical talent, he has the most say.

In his view, Klein is the perfect leader on the court, if not one.

"Okay, come one by one."

Klein didn't speak for a long time. Manager William thought that the little boy of the team was angry, so he rushed to the front of the crowd and took charge of maintaining order.

After a lot of tossing, the scene finally managed to maintain stability.

"Okay, who is that? The reporter of the Daily Prophet? That's you!"

After working hard, Manager William relaxed when he saw that Klein didn't have an impatient expression on his face, and ordered a reporter casually.

Coincidentally, the one he picked was Rita Skeeter, the gold medal reporter of "Daily Prophet".

"Thank you."

Rita pushed down her glasses.

Her hair, twisted into elaborate, grotesque curls, looked awkward with her big-jawed face, bejeweled glasses, stubby fingers clutching a crocodile handbag, The nails are two inches long and painted red.

A "shorthand quill" floated aside, Rita looked at Klein and said.

"Mr. Grindelwald, please allow me to call you that. Now everyone is waiting for your response, whether it is in charms, potions, or sports.

You, what do you want to say? "

"Ha ha."

Hearing Rita's question, Klein just laughed.

It is indeed a gold medal pen that he secretly developed, and its level is very high.

"First of all, I would like to send my sincerest thanks to everyone who cared about me, please tell them that I am fine.

Secondly, academics such as potions and spells are not so easy to achieve.

Otherwise, our magic would not have developed to the present level after nearly a thousand years.Those who say that my talent is exhausted, he thinks that I am exhausted, then I am exhausted, whatever he thinks. "

Klein spoke slowly, and the voice amplified by the spell clearly entered everyone's ears.

Manager William and Gasol were amazed.

They have only seen Klein, a natural supernatural power, Grindelwald with a hot temper and a sweet mouth, who alone caught more than a dozen people and beat him up.

It was the first time they had seen such a polite and well-mannered appearance.

"As for Victor Krum's insult to me, I can only say that he looks very strong, but his heart is like the eye of a needle, he is pitifully small.

If I am a wimp, then he is a wimp who was beaten to the point of crying and crying by the wimp. You can understand me when I say that. "

Being scolded, it was impossible for Klein to remain indifferent.

Although the other party is a spoiled kid with no brains, he can't kill, but he is still very happy to add trouble to Krum.

"I know Bulgaria beat Ireland and they've been very aggressive lately, but I'm here to tell them very clearly, to Krum."

He looks at the camera.

"For the World Cup, if they don't meet me, forget it. If they meet me, if they don't get zero letters from them, my "Grindelwald" will be written in reverse!

So, brothers in Bulgaria, pray, pray that you are lucky enough.

Otherwise, I will abuse you until all of you retire, until you doubt your life, and until you never dare to touch the sport of Quidditch again. "

The words fell, and the audience was silent.

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