Chapter 164

One to fourteen.

There seems to be no suspense, but in fact, there is no suspense - Klein beat those big and rough Quidditch players around, living up to the name of "a man who can bring the painting style of the whole magic world on his own"!

"Hoo ~ much more comfortable."

With the exception of Gasol, who was set in place, almost all the rest were punched by Klein. He withdrew his mana and looked at the trembling muscle sticks opposite, showing a kind smile.

"You can't even beat me in a fight. You still don't admit that you are waste."

“.......”

No one spoke. Those Quidditch players looked at the boy who beat them into pig heads like monsters. They only felt that Sanguan collapsed into slag.

How could that little arm and calf have so much strength.

Merlin is on the, which is absolutely unreasonable!

"Oh, what I said, let the young people solve their own problems. See how well they get along now."

Looking at the people who had settled down on the court, Dumbledore smiled and touched his beard.

Next to manager Michael and William, they nodded stiffly, with an expression of "you're old and say everything right".

Professor McGonagall and Professor flavy, who were accompanying him, opened their eyes involuntarily as if they had known Klein for the first time.

This is totally different from the humble and polite top student at ordinary times!

Um

Klein, such a clever child, can't make such a big change for no reason. It must be Severus Snape broke Klein!

(Snape:??)

"You liar, you must not be twelve. You... You are at least Thirteen!"

When he lost the fight, he refused to admit defeat. A Quidditch player stared at Klein and couldn't help shouting, trying to find some face.

But he did not expect that there was no difference between twelve and thirteen.

It's just a shame.

"Yes, I can see at a glance that you lied about your age!"

"How can children achieve such a degree? Who are you?"

One man took the lead, and the remaining Quidditch players seemed to have found the backbone and "crusaded" against Klein.

Klein looked at the hard spoken Quidditch players with great interest and helplessly spread his hand.

"Yes, I'm not twelve. I'm twelve and a half. As for who I am, listen. I'll just say it once. I'm Klein Ville Greenwald. And why can I play so well?"

He smiled.

"Sorry, because I'm a natural power ~"

It's hard for you to fight back effectively when you face a child who claims to be "born divine power" - the most important thing is that these Quidditch players dare not be cheap anymore. It's hard to feel that their small iron fist hit you.

"Well, if you can breathe, don't pretend to be dead on the ground. Next, let's play something interesting.

Don't you call yourself a formal Quidditch athlete? Let's play a game. Who loses and who climbs out of the field? Yes, it's the kind of climbing in the literal sense, with both hands and feet. "

First fight, a "downfall", and then make a destructive blow in the most proud place of the other party.

Klein's mouth rose slightly and suddenly felt a little bad.

However, this is the way he is used to doing things.

Although it is a whim to join a Quidditch team, complete the achievement of "two blossoms of style", and further make the name "greendevo" recognized in the magic world. But many things, or firmly in the hands of peace of mind.

The operation layer can't manage it for the time being. At least these players are obedient.

After listening to Klein's words, the Quidditch players who had just been beaten brightened their eyes.

It's really sleepy. There are people who give pillows.

Quidditch?

They are professional!

"Shit, I don't believe Quidditch. I can lose to a kid."

"Get on the broom. I'm going to kill everyone today!"

"Raise the goal and replace the ball with the best bat... Eh? Where's my bat!" Perhaps eager to restore their dignity, those Quidditch players got up from the ground one after another and went looking for their broomsticks and corresponding game equipment.

Gasol, who lifted the "fixed body curse", took a deep look at Klein, said nothing and walked back to the preparation room with the players.

Without technology, you can't win the crowd on this court.

In the face of Quidditch competition at the international level, will Klein still be able to make those incredible goals like the exchange competition in the school?

Gasol has no idea.

The Quidditch players moved very neatly because of their emotions.

However, in three or five minutes, they put on their armor, took their clubs, carried a "lightwheel 2001" and ran back to the center of the field, staring at Klein like a group of angry bulls.

"Give me a bat and a broom."

Now the mood is just right, just suitable for destructive psychological attack.

Klein smiled and reached out to Gasol.

Gasol took a deep breath and handed Klein what he had prepared - a "lightwheel 2001", an oak bat.

"Good."

He nodded with satisfaction, then looked contemptuously at the red eyed Quidditch players.

"The next seven of you... No, no, no, 14 of you are defensive players. I'm only responsible for attack and you're only responsible for defense. If you can defend me five goals in an hour, even if I lose."

Quidditch has only seven goalkeepers. Klein means that he wants to challenge the whole England team and the England reserve team alone.

In addition to the goalkeeper, he has to face 13 people to chase and intercept for a whole hour!

Gasol was stunned, and so were the aggressive Quidditch players.

After a brief consternation, there is endless anger.

That's arrogant.

They had never seen such a arrogant man.

What does the kid think Quidditch is!

Show how great you are?

no

Quidditch is a team sport that needs to work together!

Just now it was 14 to play one, and now it is still 14 to play one, but this time, these Quidditch players can't imagine that they will lose.

Hehe, if you can't even win like this

Then they really become the waste of each other's mouth. They don't deserve to stay in this team or in this stadium!

"There's no need to release the thief. Just use the ghost flying ball and the swimming ball. Come on, give me the ghost flying ball."

Reaching for the bright red ball in Gasol's hand, Klein swept the faces of the Quidditch players and smiled gently. He kicked on the ground and flew into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Let's start. I hope I can have a good time with you this hour."