Chapter 176

The Ministry of magic expressly stipulates that wizards and Muggles should be distinguished. The less the intersection between the mysterious world and the real world, the better. Even every Muggle who encounters unnatural phenomena should be forced to lose memory afterwards.

But all this has nothing to do with Klein.

He is not a person who likes to obey the rules. He prefers to override the rules and even make the rules himself.

Besides, the difference between ordinary people and wizards is whether there is magic. A small magic item can be easily solved.

The Ministry of magic should not be aware of any clues.

Um

should.

"Boys, get ready and warm up fully."

Mr. Moore, coach of England Quidditch team, is a very burly middle-aged man - few people engaged in sports are weak, and someone is an exception.

"Those soft eggs in Lithuania are not worth mentioning at all. You will kick their ass and bring back our victory!"

Coach Moore's language is very provocative, revealing the unique ruggedness of athletes.

He is a rough man and doesn't speak any big truth. When he changed from a player to a coach, he still hasn't forgotten his past habits. He can't help but do the same thing as the captain before.

This makes those active players a little embarrassed.

Everyone knows that the captain of the team is Klein Greenwald, the Quidditch genius who abused them.

To be exact, coach Moore robbed captain Klein

Thinking of this, Gasol couldn't help glancing at the people around him.

He found that the latter still looked relaxed and seemed not angry at all.

"No, it must be a disguise!"

Gasol's Adam's Apple moved up and down, thinking to himself.

When he was at Hogwarts, he didn't see how crazy the porcelain doll child was.

Um.

Fake, it's all fake!

"What's up?"

Feeling the realization around him, Klein turned to meet Gasol's eyes and asked with a smile.

"Well, no, no..."

Now Gasol and those players are really a little afraid of Klein. He is locked by his blue eyes. He only feels his breath stagnate and shakes his head.

"Get ready and concentrate."

Klein looked at Gasol, who was a little funny, and patted each other's Waist.

No way, he can only shoot each other's waist at his current height.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe."

Gasol trembled in his heart and couldn't help giggling, but his body became nervous.

At the beginning, it was this pair of tender little fists that knocked over their whole team ~

"Cough, Klein, what are you going to say?"

Perhaps aware of his gaffe, the eloquent coach Moore suddenly smiled, rubbed his hands and looked at Klein, who was a little behind.

"Me?"

Klein was stunned.

He's not good at using foul language to stir up an atmosphere of common hatred, but

He thought for a few seconds and said easily.

"I have nothing to say. Finish the game early and go back to bed early."

After a pause, he showed a thoughtful expression again.

"Lithuania is not in my eyes at all. In fact, I'm already considering our opponents in the next round."

......

At first, manager William gave Klein 500 tickets, which sounds like a lot, but in fact, 500 seats only occupied the tip of the iceberg of Quidditch sports headquarters in England.

The stadium at Quidditch headquarters in England can accommodate a full 60000 people!

At this point, I have to say, "space expansion curse" is really a good thing ~

"God, I thought I was in the World Cup finals."

Mr. Granger looked around and couldn't help sighing.

Tens of thousands of people were on the same scene. It's hard to describe in words.

"Well."

Mrs. Granger is a well maintained lady, but she is also a little nervous at this time. Along the way, she has seen too many incredible things.

This is the world where my daughter lives.

"Come on England! England will win!"

Hermione looked very happy in the carnival crowd, even if she had just seen her arch enemy pansy at the entrance Parkinson didn't spoil her good mood.

"Buzz."

The game began to enter the countdown. Suddenly, there were many players' projections in the middle of the court.

Some of them are riding on broomsticks, others are waving

"Dad, mom, that's Klein!"

When a handsome young figure appeared, Hermione got excited and shouted, pointing to the projection.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger took a close look.

Well, that face is really handsome.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

When Klein appeared, not only Hermione was excited, but all the little Hogwarts wizards invited were excited.

They shouted wildly and cheered Klein Greendevo's name.

“K.V.G！K.V.G！K.V.G！”

Countless help cards were raised at the same time, forming an ocean in an instant.

K.V.G

Abbreviation for "Klein Ville Greenwald".

"This is not our arrangement. What's going on?"

Originally, I was worried that Klein would be resisted by local fans, but at the moment of the formation of the "sea", the worry between manager William's eyebrows disappeared.

He first touched his chin and talked to himself, then smiled.

No matter how hard you scold, the fans are still willing to accept the new captain

But manager William did not expect that these people are not real fans, but "childcare".

"Well, it's a good momentum."

A bald blind old man sat low-key in the corner and nodded with satisfaction.

It's a good deal to buy such a momentum with a little gold coin.

"Mr. Greenwald, the game is about to begin."

Old Zod sat beside Garrett with some toothache and whispered a reminder.

A good organization doesn't plan development. We sit here and watch Quidditch

All right, just be happy.

It's better than imprisoning yourself in a castle.

"Yes."

Garrett nodded gently.

"Wow! WOW! WOW!"

Almost the moment old Zod fell, the players from both sides began to enter.

There was a wave of applause.

Of course, the visiting Lithuanian Quidditch team must enter first.

Each of them has a confident look on their face, completely free of the formality of away combat.

In their eyes, British good brothers are here to send points.

If you can't eat the meat around your mouth, you deserve not to go to the Quidditch World Cup.

Coincidentally, someone thinks so ~

"That's nice."

Wearing a blue, white and red shirt, Klein smiled from his heart.

After a pause, he gathered the smile on his face and looked back at Gasol, who was a little nervous behind them.

"Come on, it's our turn to play."

He took the lead out of the players' channel and came to the green field with a broom.

Countless eyes gathered together. He smiled and instantly became the focus of the whole scene!