[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

"I've already thought about the specific events for you—" Draco sat next to him, stroking Sewell's dog's head in a friendly manner: "Let's just take the broomstick endurance race, it's the most suitable for a little monster like you."

Is this my brother?

Sewell glared at it angrily, and then was even angrier to discover that Draco had been right—at least he was guaranteed an enduro win.

He sullenly signed his name, and then all the ink on the parchment faded away, and another sheet appeared, with the competition schedule written on it.

The first item is to let the contestants choose the sub-events under the broomstick competition, including manufacturing, racing, etc., Sewell found the endurance competition at the bottom, ticked it at the back, and then went on A line of small boxes will appear, with several time periods written on it, allowing you to choose one of them to participate in.

Sewell bit his quill, thinking that the sooner the better, he had to choose an earlier one, but Draco stopped him suddenly: "Ask Krum, the Quidditch season is about to start, the Quidditch season of the Academy of Magic The Diqi European Cup should also be at that time...you need to make up the timetable."

"European Cup...?" Sewell twitched his mouth. He had never heard of such a game. He always thought that the games mentioned by the school team were similar to friendly matches: "Why didn't I hear it at Hogwarts?" Pass."

The Hogwarts Quidditch competition also has a season, but it is a competition between houses...

"There were originally, but Hogwarts couldn't make up a complete Quidditch team. Slytherin students and Gryffindor students would always fight before the game, and then they didn't participate at all. Grab the House Cup safely." Draco said with some sarcasm: "But Neil Comb has come to see the House Cup and said that whether it is Slytherin or Gryffindor, even if only a single student team is sent, They can all enter the semi-finals. But Dumbledore said that there is no way for the peace of Hogwarts, and it is better to continue to give up."

"Who is Neil Comb?"

"The President of the Youth Quidditch Club." Draco leaned on Sewell, touched his chin and said, "But Slytherin is gone, I don't know if Hogwarts will participate in the Quidditch match this year. "

Sewell snorted, imagined himself facing Harry, thought it was quite interesting, he pushed Draco off himself, and went to Krum.

Krum was studying Charms in the afternoon, Sewell asked about the classroom, and then stood at the door waiting for him.

Not many people in the school didn't know about Krum chasing Sewell again. Seeing him standing here, many people laughed beside him.Sewell didn't bother to talk about it at first, but when there were too many people, he called out the fat white man, and drove away all the people who were close by with a few pecks.

Krum came out after class and was not surprised to see him at all. He got his registration form, pondered for a moment, pointed to the time of February [-] and said, "This one will do."

Sewell put a tick next to it and asked, "When does our game start?"

"There is still one week to go," Krum said: "January 22 to February 24, [-] days, a total of seven games, we will fly back and forth in Europe, basically there will be no Durmstrang, no There will also be a lot of training during games...be prepared."

"Don't you have to go to class?" Sewell stared and said, "What about the exam?"

"You don't have to attend the class, but you still have to take the exam. Bring your own books. The homework will be sent to you and sent back every week." Krum looked at Sewell's little sad expression and smiled happily: "It's okay. ,I can teach you."

His laughter was deep and sweet, and Sewell felt goose bumps on his back when he laughed. He rubbed his face in embarrassment and asked, "Is there no game on February [-]st?"

"No, and the venue for the second match is very close to here." Krum replied: "But there is the day before, and there is also the day after... If you want to participate in the endurance competition, you can use the substitute on the second day."

"It's okay." Sewell shook his head: "Personal matters will not delay the school competition."

"That's good." Krum also breathed a sigh of relief. Sewell's Quidditch is really good. February 24st is already late in the season. He doesn't want to lose this general. He looks at Sewell. Weir was still a little confused, so he patiently explained: "There are 22 teams in Europe, divided into six groups. From January 29 to January [-] is the group stage. The top two and four best teams in each group The third place in the group will advance to the round of [-]."

"After the top [-] is decided, the knockout round will begin. Sixteen will advance to eight, eight will advance to four, four will advance to two, and finally we will win the championship. There are seven games in total." When he said this, he found Sewell with a constipated expression on his face. He kept asking, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"...No," Sewell sneered, and asked, "Is this game mechanism... a long time ago?"

"No, it was reformed recently. It was reformed together with the European Cup. I heard that I learned it from Muggles." He suddenly reacted, laughed, and said, "Surprised? Muggles have some good things. "

Sewell felt in his heart that many things about Muggles were very good, but he didn't say it out. He rubbed his face and asked, "If you don't make it out of the group stage, will you just come back?"

"Well," Krum said, "but we're going to win trophies."

"So confident?" Sewell couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked.

"Of course." The captain of the Durmstrang Quidditch team said lightly, "The European Cup has been on Principal Karkaroff's table for ten years."

It was already dinner time when the two finished their conversation, so they walked towards the auditorium together by the way, and before entering the door, they heard an extraordinary noise in the auditorium. Sewell was curious, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace.Entering the auditorium, he easily saw the source of the noise——

Sarah Little Lolita and the Russian youth who knelt in front of him on one knee.

The young man Sewell was very familiar with, and he was President Aljami's cousin, Andre Crowin.

One of Durmstrang's most prestigious men.

It was only then that Sewell remembered that a month ago, when they first transferred to this school, Andre had expressed an extraordinary degree of affection for Sarah.He waved goodbye to Krum, found the place where the Slytherin gossip king Blaise was, squeezed over, poked him and asked, "What's going on?"

"Sarah Ulysses's family agreed to the marriage contract of the Crowen family, and Crowen is proposing to Sarah with the marriage certificate."

"...Didn't you all get the marriage certificate?"

"The marriage letter was approved by the parents, and what Crowen asked was Sarah's own wishes." Blaise showed a strange expression on his face, and then laughed again: "It's still considerate...but Sarah can't refuse."

Sewell turned his head and looked over, and Andre was looking at Sarah affectionately, knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his right hand palm up in front of Sarah, the little angel Sarah blushed, holding her hand Qun Ju, who was extremely nervous, finally stretched out his right hand slowly.

Looking at this picture, Sewell suddenly remembered the question of "how to integrate the transfer students into the group" that he had been worrying about for a long time. With a thought, he took a step forward.

The moment Andre was about to hold Sarah's hand, Sarah suddenly flew into the air and was lifted up.

Andre looked at the empty palm, slowly clenched his fist, then stood up, looked at Sewell who was standing on the table and lifted Sarah up, and asked with a sullen face, "Seville, what do you mean?"

It disturbed his life plan. If it was someone else, Andre would have been blasted by black magic, but his relationship with Sewell is not bad, so he postponed the action. Of course, the reason for not doing it directly is One is that he can't beat Sewell.

Now the auditorium is extremely quiet, and Blaise's eyes staring at Sewell are about to come out. Sewell looked at Andre who was furious, and grinned: "Sarah agreed, but we didn't agree."

The other students in Slytherin were mentally yelling who's with you us.

Andre let go of his clenched hands, and sneered: "Who are you to her?"

"My mother..." Sewell said with a smile: "You can't take Sarah away so easily, you have to pay something."

"Long story short." Andre said with a frown: "And don't hold her up, put her down." He has now seen that Sewell is not trying to stop him, but is going to take the opportunity to make trouble... Although he is very unhappy that he is being used Yes, but I can't beat them, so there is no way.

Sewell put Sarah down as he said, but he stood in front of her again and said to Andre: "In the East, you have to go through the barrier of your mother's family before you get married. Marry away."

"Satisfied? I want to give it to you..." Andre spit out a word in doubt: "Gold Gallon?"

This time there was no need for Sewell to say, the transfer students all sneered, and Pan Xi put his hands on his chest and said arrogantly with his chin: "We can drown you with gold Galleons." I understood a little bit, and began to assume the identity of my mother's family.

Andre choked for a moment, then said, "I can drown you too."

You drowned me, I drowned you, made many people around laugh, and the atmosphere eased a lot. Sewell looked around and saw that there were not many students in Durmstrang. The child is basically here, he smiled and jumped up.

"We are here, you decide what method to use." He said to Andre who couldn't laugh or cry: "In short, let us be satisfied."

After speaking, he drew out his wand and waved it, causing the tables in the auditorium to move automatically. They were lined up in two rows in the middle, forming a path that four people could probably pass through. Sewell placed Sarah on the side of the path. At the end, and then said to Andre: "You and your friends go there."

Andre doesn't move.

Sewell urged again.

Andre sighed, and reluctantly followed Seville’s instructions to the entrance of that road.