Chapter 167

That night, Voldemort was sentenced to "spend five hours alone with Dementors" because he didn't sleep in the middle of the night and talked to the warden general without authorization.

So, in the Ministry of magic, Soren, Harry After Porter and Dumbledore, the Dark Lord's Revenge book added another name: Christopher, the warden General of Azkaban prison.

"I won't let you go, never..."

After being punished, Voldemort, who was devastated physically and mentally, curled up in the corner of his cell and cursed himself for a long time.

Of course, no one knows about it~

......

"Ha ~"

Yawning, the old cripple Zod rubbed his eyes with unusually obvious bags under his eyes and made himself a cup of instant coffee.

After two drinks, he felt refreshed. Then he put on his nightgown, wore slippers, walked to the mailbox in the courtyard and took the newspaper he subscribed to.

"There's no big news recently."

This is the second month that Zod quietly returned to the magic world. He quit his job as a gardener and resumed his habit of reading newspapers every day. Although some secrets will not be published in the newspaper, he can still learn a lot of interesting news from publications such as the prophet daily or the wizard morning post.

"Hoo ~"

Tossing the newspaper he had read a few times on the table, Zod began to think about making himself a breakfast - the members of the secret meeting are also human, so they can't eat or drink.

Besides, after living in seclusion for decades, old Zod was used to taking care of himself.

When I was young, I didn't dare to stretch out my clothes and open my mouth~

"Shua!"

Just as old Zod put the ham slices left yesterday into the frying pan, there was a movement in the small living room. A middle-aged man in a black robe stabilized his figure from the transformation and saluted old Zod.

"Mr. Zod, there's news over there."

There was an irrepressible joy in the middle-aged man's voice.

"Mr. Greenwald... Agreed."

"Agreed?"

Zod's frying pan slammed on the stove.

For many years, he finally heard the news.

If it were 30 years ago, he would jump up excitedly and kill 100 Muggles in the most prosperous place to celebrate.

But now

Old Zod thought in a trance, quietly picked up the frying pan and replied faintly.

"I see."

"Yes."

Middle aged people dare not show their emotions and bow their heads honestly.

"Don't worry. Go back and have dinner with the old man."

Old Zod continued to cook breakfast and pointed to the tables and chairs over there.

"Er... This is a little..."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man looked embarrassed.

"Less nonsense."

Old Zod looked up and said angrily.

"Yes!"

He seemed convinced of Zod, and the middle-aged man didn't dare to resist at once.

Like obeying orders, he came to the table very seriously, opened his chair and sat down, just like a soldier waiting for a lecture.

"Ah?"

However, when he accidentally scanned an article published in the newspaper on the dinner table, his expression collapsed and his eyes widened.

"Mr. Zod, this is!"

"What's the matter? Isn't it a newspaper?"

Old Zod is strange.

It's clear that no major event has happened in the Ministry of magic recently. It's as peaceful as ever. What's the news to make a fuss about.

"No, Mr. Zod, it has the name" greendevo "on it!"

The middle-aged man hurried out the sports page of the prophet daily and trotted to Zod.

"Huh?"

Old Zod was stunned and began to look closely at the sports news he never paid attention to.

[with the approval of the Ministry of Magic - Department of magic and sports, the consent of the international Quidditch Association and the recognition of Hogwarts School, Klein will Greenwald announced to join the English Quidditch team as captain.]

"Quidditch?"

Old Zod was a little silly.

Wait, how old is the child?

If he remembers correctly, he should be only twelve.

[this is a player who broke the Quidditch age limit again after Thomson gidel in 1964. Klein Greenwald fully advanced Thomson's record of joining the team at the age of 14 by two years!

But I don't think this is a good move.

Obviously, the English Quidditch team has been in the mire for too long. It is so long that they casually grasp a straw and think it is a life-saving panacea. It even makes the hairy boy under the age of 15 become the leader of the team. Privately, it is a disgrace to the whole European Quidditch team. The English Quidditch team can be called "the shame of Europe"...]

The newspaper devoted a whole page to analyzing Klein Greendevo joined the team's disadvantages, but old Zod didn't see a word.

He's just worried now.

What should we do?

The more obvious the spotlight on the child, the more inconvenient it is for their organization to act.

What a worry~

Old Zod was worried. Someone was more worried than him.

That is England Quidditch team manager William.

Their headquarters is full of eagles today

This eagle is an owl.

"Waste, has our team fallen to this extent?"

"Where did grindvo come from and where did he come from!"

"Gasol should be the captain!"

"Let grindvo go! Let grindvo go! Let grindvo go!"

Angry fans can't accept the fact that the team leader has changed. What they can't accept is that the team leader is a child who is still in school.

I'm kidding. How do you participate in normal training?

I'm really going to suck!

Manager William can't explain Klein's particularity to the outside world. Before he proves his vision, he can only bear all the curses silently.

Just

It's really hard to feel.

Buried in a pile of roaring letters, manager William couldn't help laughing bitterly.

"Don't pay attention to them. In the past, when we had good grades, they boasted the most. Now when our grades are bad, they scold the most.

They don't love the team at all. They only love the championship. "

As a practitioner who has been engaged in Quidditch related work all his life, old oaks feels that he has the most say in this matter. Real fans are rational, but they can definitely understand the team's decision-making.

Can the young people who can be favored and recruited by the team be special?

To put it bluntly, the senders of these roaring letters just vented their negative emotions by joining the team through Klein.

"Hey."

Thinking of this, old oaks couldn't help sneering.

In a few months, it was the Quidditch World Cup qualifier again.

Now their team's score is five wins and five losses. They are on the verge of being eliminated. The next game is particularly important.

Who is the "shame of Europe".

We'll know then!