Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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

He thought he could spend the relatively quiet months in peace.Unexpectedly, on the second day of my return, I saw a special person—an "old friend" who was very hostile to him.

.......

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

I have to say that compared with the headquarters of the Bulgarian Quidditch team, the headquarters of the British Quidditch team is indeed much more impressive.

Victor Krum was sour and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Welcome to England!"

Manager William received a group of Bulgarian representatives at the head office.

Sweeping a group of five big and three rough players, he deliberately stayed on Krum's face for a few more seconds, showing an extremely enthusiastic smile.

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

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

The Bulgarian team leader hadn't spoken yet, Krum suddenly sneered, which instantly collapsed the otherwise friendly atmosphere.

"Krum!"

The Bulgarian leader scolded.

But Krum raised his eyebrows indifferently, his expression sullen.

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

Seeing that the genius seekers in the team did not give face, the Bulgarian team leader was also quite helpless.

Although he is the nominal team leader and coach, his real status in the team is far inferior to this seeker...

Genius always has many privileges!

"Well, kid, haha."

Manager William had contacted Victor Krum and knew what kind of young man it was-before the other party had joined the Bulgarian Quidditch team, he had tried to dig Krum to England.

Unfortunately, he failed.

But also because of this, they can get another younger and better genius by coincidence!

"Humph!"

Krum was very uncomfortable with Manager William's title of "child".

Thinking of someone on the England Quidditch team makes him even more unhappy.

Unhappy and unhappy 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 what Krum made the wrong way. On the contrary, he had done enough work, and smiled and invited a group of people into the headquarters of Quidditch in England.

The English Quidditch is very large and the turf is new.

On the court, more than a dozen players wearing red, blue and white team uniforms waited for the start of the training game with a positive look, without paying attention to opponents from afar.

"Ha ha."

It is not easy to find a short one among the top five and three thick athletes, but if the short one is standing in the most conspicuous place, it is another matter.

Seeing the target, Victor Krum ran straight over.

His muscles bulged, like a bull running wild.

"Ok?"

The visitor was not good, and Gasol's eyes drenched.

Good guy, is this for a game or for a fight?

Involuntarily blocking Klein, Gasol, who was a bit more burly than Krum, twisted his face and cursed viciously.

"Little bastard, you fucking stop me!"

"roll!"

It is said that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and provocatively provocative in other people's territory, Krum's courage is obviously not ordinary.

He stared at Gasol behind him, and shouted.

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

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Still the same, like a foolish man.

Klein was speechless, and walked out behind Gasol slowly.

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

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

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 at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh."

Klein nodded blankly.

then.......

Just kick it out!

With a "bang", Krum's expression solidified on his face, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken line, flying backwards at a speed a few minutes faster than when he was running wild.

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

Only Gasol, and Klein himself, looked as usual.

Brother, you are afraid that you have never experienced Klein's natural power. Grindelwald's power!

"Brothers, come on!"

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

Those Bulgarian team members who had reacted were so excited that they didn't care that this was someone else's place, and they rushed forward yelling, trying to vent their anger to Krum.

"Don't do anything, I will come alone."

Klein twisted his neck and whispered.

"Yes, yes, boss, you are free."

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

They remembered the tragic scene where more than a dozen people were chased and beaten by one person...

However, today they can finally watch the show.

Thinking about it this way, I still feel a little excited~

"Stop it, stop it all!"

"Klein, don't be impulsive!"

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

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

However, their concerns are in a different direction.

The Bulgarian team leader was worried that his team members would destroy the child who looked like a "skinny chicken", and Manager William was afraid that Klein would kill him by accident...

Similarly, through some special ways, he learned about Klein's feat of smashing a eagle-headed horse with a winged beast.

"Ha ha."

Klein smiled.

He likes the athlete's "big fist is reasonable" tone.

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

However, when the little sheep tore off its harmless coat, the howling hungry wolves suddenly discovered that the sheep may be sheep, but they are iron-blooded sheep wearing armor and holding artillery.

It's so good!

That little fist, that calf, like a storm, there is no time to stop.

It's not much, but they beat them so hard that they can't find the North.

Many Bulgarian Quidditch players couldn't help but wonder.

Is this thirteen years old?