Chapter 157

A demon ceremony made Klein gain a demon and a maid. He could hardly earn any more.

He left the underground secret palace of "Paradise Street" and quietly returned to Hogwarts. He took off the "demon king" vest and became a gifted pupil again.

But what he doesn't know is that a "storm" about him is gradually taking shape.

.......

England Quidditch team headquarters.

"Gee, I've heard from you. It's really annoying."

Oaks Peggy impatiently took off his glasses and looked at the owl pecking at the glass window.

Getting up from his easy chair, he walked slowly to the window - he is 96 years old, which is his 65th year of work.

"Let me see, let me see. Is it another letter from the fans?"

Although the results of England Quidditch team are not ideal, it is an old team after all. It still has some loyal fans. It is not surprising to receive letters and gifts from fans.

Old oaks opened the window, untied the letter tied to the owl's leg, muttered, took out a handful of broken nuts from his pocket and fed them to the angry little guy. Then he slowly returned to the easy chair.

"No specific name, only Quidditch headquarters?"

Looking at the letter, old oaks noticed the difference. He narrowed his eyes and unconsciously took a trace of vigilance in his eyes.

But after scanning the sender's signature, he scratched his bare head in doubt, showing a puzzled look.

"Mileva McGonagall, Professor of" Metamorphosis "at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry Interesting. "

Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry is famous all over Europe. After all, it is one of the three major schools of witchcraft and Wizardry. After carefully checking the authenticity of Hogwarts's school emblem, old oaks touched his bald head and said to himself.

"It's strange. Why does Hogwarts school send letters to the team? Even if Professor McGonagall is a fan, he shouldn't use the school envelope."

There was no answer, and old oaks simply didn't want to.

He took out a knife and carefully cut the envelope along the edge - as the gatekeeper of the team, when he met strange letters and items, he was qualified to check them before making a decision.

"To Quidditch headquarters in England, first of all, please accept the sincere greetings of a Quidditch fan. I'm Professor Mileva McGonagall of Hogwarts. This letter is to recommend our Quidditch genius Klein greendevo..."

"Klein Greenwald!"

Old oaks couldn't help but stare.

As a figure who had experienced that dark age, he knew too well what "Greenwald" meant.

Calm down, old oaks continued to look down.

"Greendevo is 12 years old this year. Although he is very young, he has excellent Quidditch technology. No one is better than him in the ball chaser I know..."

Seeing this, old oaks couldn't help laughing and showing an expression of disdain.

Now he began to suspect that the letter was false.

How could Professor Hogwarts, known for his academic rigor, say such a thing.

A 12-year-old genius chasing a player is a joke!

As the gatekeeper of the Quidditch national team, old Oakes knows too well. Unlike the seeker who doesn't have to fight physically most of the time, the chaser is an extremely physical position.

At least under the attack of the swimming ball, your arm should have the strength to maintain the balance on the broom, and should have the ability to fight. It should not be brittle and broken like glass.

Professor McGonagall may not confuse the youth Quidditch game with the high-intensity Quidditch game of the national team.

So you call yourself a loyal Quidditch fan?

ha-ha.

Old oaks wanted to laugh.

"I know there is no basis for empty words and lack of persuasion. This is an exchange game in the school today. I recreated the whole game according to the" backtracking mantra... "

Writing here, a magic mark appeared on the stationery, and old oaks looked solemn.

Taking the wand out of his pocket, he took a deep breath and was ready.

But to his surprise, the imaginary explosion or prank did not appear, and the magic mark was really a simple "backtracking curse".

A communication game between children revealed simplicity and ridicule in the eyes of senior Quidditch fans like old oaks. Even the unexpected goal at the beginning just made him raise his eyebrows. He didn't feel any magic.

But gradually, his expression changed from relaxed to dignified, into incredible, until ecstasy!

"What a fucking genius!"

As soon as he patted his head, old oaks shouted in the empty concierge.

He was almost conquered by the little chasing player like God on the field.

Although the opponent of "greendevo" is only some underage children, many things can't be covered up

That is the spirit of Quidditch genius that is difficult to describe in words!

"I found the treasure, I found the treasure!"

Old oaks muttered and ran to the team headquarters without thinking.

Yes, he no longer walked slowly, but directly trotted into the headquarters of their England Quidditch team, just like suddenly 30 years younger.

He's so excited.

He saw the hope of the rise of Quidditch in England!

Any Quidditch talent will be contested by Quidditch teams from various countries, such as victor, who recently joined Bulgaria's Quidditch team Krum, the English Quidditch team, has tried to win.

But people thought the team's performance was poor and didn't dump it at all. They directly joined the Bulgarian team, which made the England team with great hope very uncomfortable.

Now it's all right. The genius has come. It's all sent to the door.

It's like thunder and lightning!

Old Oakes ran all the way into the team manager's office. Without knocking on the door, he slapped the opened letter on the manager's desk.

"Little William, you have to see this."

He is qualified.

First the players, then the coach, and then Oakes, who was too old to do anything, took the initiative to go to the door to see the gate Peggy is almost the most prestigious person in the team. Even the manager can only be polite.

"Ah?"

Manager William was startled, but he managed to calm down and squeeze out a smile.

"Mr. Page, are you..."

"Don't talk nonsense, look!"

Old oaks is in a hurry.

What time is it? Nonsense!

"Oh."

When the old man's brain was not easy to use and confused, William loosened his collar and sighed gently in his heart.

Putting down his quill, he opened Professor McGonagall's letter and read it word by word.

Seeing somewhere, he lit the mark of "backtracking curse" with his magic wand and began to watch Slytherin's game quietly

Then he showed as like as two peas in the old AUX.

"Merlin, the goddess of luck finally visited England!"