Chapter 261

The trip to mogmod is over.

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

He thought he could spend a relatively quiet few months safely. But I didn't expect to see a special person the next day I went back - an "old friend" who was very hostile to him.

.......

"This is the headquarters of England Quidditch team?"

It has to be said that compared with the headquarters of the Bulgarian Quidditch team, the headquarters of the British Quidditch team really has more style.

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

"Welcome to England!"

Manager William received the Bulgarian team at the gate of the headquarters.

After sweeping a group of five big and three thick players, he deliberately stayed on Krum's face for a few more seconds and showed a very enthusiastic smile.

"Come in and warm up. Our team members can't wait."

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

Before the Bulgarian team leader spoke, Krum suddenly sneered, which suddenly destroyed the friendly atmosphere.

"Krum!"

The Bulgarian team leader snapped.

But Krum picked his eyebrows with a defiant face.

"This... The child is not sensible. Please don't mind, Mr. William."

The Bulgarian leader was also quite helpless to see the team's talented seeker do not give face.

Although he is the nominal leader and coach, his real position in the team is far inferior to that of the seeker

Genius always has many privileges!

"Where, children, ha ha."

Manager William and victor Krum contacted and knew what kind of young man he was - he tried to dig Krum to England before the other side joined the Bulgarian Quidditch team.

Unfortunately, he failed.

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

"Hum!"

Manager William's title of "child" annoyed Krum.

He was even more upset when he thought of someone from England's Quidditch team.

The combination of unhappiness and unhappiness 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 was wrong with Krum. On the contrary, he did enough and smiled and invited a group of people into Quidditch headquarters in England.

Quidditch, England, is very big, and the turf is also a new species.

On the court, more than a dozen players in red, blue and white uniforms were waiting for the start of the training match easily, without paying any attention to the opponents from afar.

"Ha ha."

It's not easy to find a short man among the five big and three thick athletes, but if the short man dies and stands in the most prominent place, it's another matter.

See the target, victor Krum strode straight over.

His muscles bulged like a running bull.

"Huh?"

Those who come are not good. Gasol's eyes are cold.

Good guy, is this a game or a fight?

Gasol, who was a bit bigger than Krum, twisted his face and scolded fiercely.

"Little bastard, stop the fuck!"

"Get out!"

It is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers and take the initiative to provoke in other people's territory. Krum's courage is obviously not ordinary.

He stared at Gasol's back and yelled.

"Klein Greenwald, don't hide behind others. Come out and face me!"

"Tut."

Still the same, like a fool without a brain.

Klein was speechless and walked slowly out of Gasol's back.

Victor Krum was one of the few friends who lived in demstrom school in his last life.

At first, they had a good relationship because they were the same people in the school.

But later, with the exposure of their life experience, the two broke up completely.

Because Krum's grandfather was Garrett Greenwald killed himself

"Who are you?"

Klein asked knowingly, blinking.

"Viktor Krum, remember the name, it will become your nightmare!"

Krum looked down at Klein, who was two heads shorter than him, and a sneer arose from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh."

Klein nodded expressionless.

then.......

Kick it out!

With a bang, Krum's expression solidified on his face. The whole person was like a broken kite, flying backwards a few minutes faster than when he ran wildly.

Manager William is stupid, the Bulgarian Quidditch team is stupid, and Krum himself is also stupid.

As for Pau Gasol, they and Klein himself always looked as usual.

Little brother, I'm afraid you haven't experienced Klein Natural power Greendevo's awesome!

"Brothers, go!"

Krum is usually arrogant and domineering, and the Bulgarian team is spoiled as a baby. For fear of wronging the team's talents, who would have thought that he was beaten when he first came to England.

Those Bulgarian team members who responded were excited. Ignoring that this was someone else's territory, they roared and rushed forward to vent Krum.

"Don't do anything. I'll come alone."

Relax, relax, Klein twisted his neck and whispered.

"Yes, boss, feel free."

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

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

However, today they can finally see a good play.

It's a little exciting to think so~

"Stop it, stop it!"

"Klein, don't be impulsive!"

It happened so fast that manager William and the leader of the Bulgarian team had no time to stop it.

When the Bulgarian players rushed out, the two leaders shouted one after another.

However, their concerns are in different directions.

The Bulgarian team leader is worried that his team members will break the child who looks like a "thin chicken", while manager William is afraid that Klein will accidentally kill people if he starts too hard

Yes, through some special ways, he knew Klein's feat of throwing a winged horse on his back.

"Ha ha."

Klein smiled.

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

Bullying him, he was like a little sheep surrounded by wolves.

However, when the little sheep tore off its harmless coat, the hungry wolves suddenly found that the sheep might be sheep, but they were iron sheep wearing armor and holding artillery.

Great!

That little fist, that calf, like the storm, there is no pause.

Not much yet. I beat them in the face and beat them so hard that they couldn't find the north.

Many Bulgarian Quidditch players can't help asking questions.

Is this fucking thirteen?