Living peacefully at Hogwarts

You can search for "Search for Novels in Hogwarts Peaceful Life (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!The England Quidditch team is actually a department under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic-Magic Sports Department.

The Department of Magical Sports Affairs is a Shimizu government, and the funding is not very sufficient, so the team usually operates independently, and the Department of Magical Sports is just a name.Except during the start of the Quidditch World Cup, there will be extra attention, and the rest of the time is from the free range stage.

Good grades are good, and poor grades do not matter.

As long as the team does not disband, let alone recruit a newcomer to the team, no one will care about you even if the sky breaks.

But today is different...

The director of the Magic Sports Department Michael Bryant and a group of Ministry of Magic officials came to the headquarters of the England Quidditch team very seriously.

All of them frowned, as if they were not in a good mood.

"What does the minister think, how can a twelve-year-old kid participate in an official Quidditch competition."

"There is no way, I can only say that Mr. Dumbledore's face is still too big, so that the minister has to open the back door and specifically approve..."

"It's not right, why did I hear that the people on the team's side are begging for everything, that's why they begged in front of Mr. Fudge."

"Who knows, I only know that if this happens, we in England will be the laughing stock of Europe, just like our minister."

"Hush, be quiet, do you want to be fired!"

The men behind him talked a lot, and Michael couldn't help sighing and complaining to himself that Cornelius Fudge, who would only wear a bowler hat and talk nonsense, was really outrageous.

Normal people would not agree to a minor child joining the national team, but the Minister agreed. Not only did he agree, but he seemed very happy.

This embarrassed Michael.

Bumps and bumps in Quidditch games are common. Can the child's fragile body be able to withstand the impact of a wandering ball?

In case something happens, it is not Cornell Fudge who "backs the pot", but his director in charge of magical sports!

"Fucking bad luck!"

The short-inch Michael cursed in his heart, shook off a big step, and led his men into the headquarters of the England Quidditch team.

"Welcome, gentlemen, you have worked hard."

As the head of the team, Manager William is used to being a man.I saw a smile on his face, and walked a few steps to Michael and the others.

"Mr. Dumbledore, they have been waiting for a while. Now that everyone is here, the inspection can begin at any time."

The team agreed, the Hogwarts school did not object, not to mention Klein himself.But if you want to have the status of an official Quidditch athlete, you need an official endorsement from the Ministry of Magic.

Like Sir Merlin’s time, Michael Bryant is here to investigate whether Klein Grindelwald is eligible to join the national team.

"well."

Michael nodded lightly, ignoring Manager William's enthusiasm, and took the initiative to walk towards the Hogwarts "friends and relatives group."

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore."

No matter when, the "greatest white wizard" has an affair, and even the head of the first department of the Ministry of Magic must put down his body and practice rituals honestly.

Of course, he was also very polite to the accompanying Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

"Hehe, hello, Michael."

Dumbledore had many contacts, and he was well aware of the affairs of the Ministry of Magic, and the name of a director of the Department of Magical Sports could not trouble him at all.

The old man smiled gently, and pointed to someone on the court.

"Look, Klein is there."

Looking in the direction Dumbledore pointed, Michael narrowed his eyes and saw the real Klein Grindelwald for the first time.

The reason for emphasizing is "real person" because he is no stranger to that child.

A few months ago, I could see that good-looking face in the "Daily Prophet" every three to five months, so that his wife kept nagging in his ear, "Why are other people's children so beautiful and how are they born?" ....

"It's quite tall."

After looking at Klein for a while, Michael gave an objective evaluation.127 novel www.127xs.com

For a twelve-year-old child, Klein's size is very good. If he develops for another eight or nine years, Michael does not doubt that the other party will become a strong good boy.

but now?

He couldn't help but think of a picture of a porcelain doll being crushed by a wandering ball.

"Huh~"

Taking a deep breath, Michael spoke embarrassedly.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I know Klein is an excellent kid, but some things are not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dumbledore interrupted him with a smile and waved his hand.

"Look, the game is about to start."

"Well."

The words lingered in his throat were uncomfortable, but the opponent was Albus Dumbledore, and Michael had no confidence in his heart, so he could only lower his head dullly and comfort himself in silence.

"Forget it, the students don’t feel distressed. You, an outsider, don’t worry about it. If it turns out that Klein Grindelwald is really not suitable for an official Quidditch competition, just report it in the report. Up."

Certainly, Michael put his attention on the court.

...

"It's so short."

Although the figure of the child opposite is tall among peers, facing a group of muscular sticks with an average height of more than six feet (185cm), it is really like a stick of reed sticks, how pitiful you look at it.

The Quidditch players didn't hide their gaze, and looked at Klein wantonly.

"Introduction, this is Klein Grindelwald, a new member of the team."

Gasol stood between the two groups and said loudly.

After a pause, he took a deep breath.

"Yes, the new captain."

The language fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Then there was a shocking laughter.

"Captain, when did you make a joke like this."

"Hahahaha, my brother is bigger than him, trust me, I mean it."

"White, is your brother from the house, or is it in your pants?"

"roll roll roll!"

They were all brothers who fumbled together, joking and unscrupulous. Although Klein was not an adult, no one, including the reserve team, would care about the idea of ​​a kid.

Most people were smiling, even Klein laughed, smiling so brilliantly.

Only one person did not laugh.

That is Gasol Wiggins.

"enough!"

Gasol roared, his eyes widened.

Startled by the roar, the team members stopped laughing and looked at the uncharacteristic captain in surprise.

"Let me do it, Gasol."

Unexpectedly, Klein suddenly stood up at this moment.

In Gasol's complicated eyes, he walked a few steps, getting closer to the official players and reserve players.Sweeping the faces with different expressions, he still wore a bright smile and waved his hand like introducing himself.

"Meeting for the first time, trash, hello."