"First meeting, garbage, hello."


    Klein''s smile is like the spring sunshine, warm and warm.


    His tone was soft and his attitude was a little shy, as if a well-educated child were greeting his peers he met for the first time.


    But


    Is there something wrong?


    The Quidditch players looked at the waving child opposite and forgot to think for a moment.


    Auditory hallucination?


    How can such a polite child have such a vicious mouth.


    Well, it must be auditory hallucination!


    "In the future, I will be your captain and your new boss. Except for principled issues, the rest will listen to me. Moreover, I usually don''t train with you, but will come to guide you occasionally when I am free.


    Well, when I''m finished, those who disagree can get out now. "


    The same voice, the same look.


    Klein blinked, as if afraid of worrying that the IQ of the opposite side was not enough, and specially emphasized one sentence.


    "I''m serious, you can get out. Anyway, in such a garbage team, the old gentleman in charge of cleaning can ride on the broom and complete your work perfectly. No, no, no, I''m wrong. Others shouldn''t be as stupid as you."


    At school, he was gentle, courteous and submissive. He went outside to drag Kuba and hit hard.


    This contrast has made Gasol grow up, not to mention the Quidditch players who met for the first time.


    "Are you deaf or mute? With so many people and so many mouths, no one will gasp?"


    After seeing no response for a long time, Klein took a few steps forward.


    Although he was the shortest in the group, somehow, the Quidditch players suddenly had the illusion that the other party was looking down on him.


    "What are they talking about?"


    Because of the distance, Professor Michael and Professor McGonagall could only vaguely see that Klein was taking the initiative to talk to those Quidditch players, but no one knew what he said.


    "It should be... Say hello, hehe."


    Dumbledore gave a dry smile, with a stiff expression.


    Um


    Now he was convinced that Klein had indeed wandered through the streets.


    "Talk, losers, talk."


    The quieter the opposite, the more arrogant Klein was.


    And his arrogance is different from that of others.


    He had the most sincere smile on his face and the most arrogant words in his mouth.


    Those Quidditch players who watch such high-end operation are stupid.


    Once is auditory hallucination, twice is auditory hallucination, and three times can''t be auditory hallucination!


    How dare this kid, how dare he!


    "Die!"


    They are young people who are easily impulsive when their brains are hot. They can''t be stimulated. As soon as their temper comes up, no matter how old you are, the lesson will be over.


    Those Quidditch players rushed out like red eyed wolves. Gasol didn''t even have time to stop them. Three or five of the most agile players had come to Klein.


    "Stop!"


    He was very anxious, and Gasol would roar if he didn''t want to.


    But just then, he suddenly found that he couldn''t move. Not only he couldn''t move, but also his voice couldn''t be made normally. He was frozen like an ice sculpture.


    "Eh? Why did you start!"


    Looking at the changes on the field, Professor Michael and Professor McGonagall were scared smart.


    What''s going on? This is.


    Quidditch didn''t fight, did he?


    "This... This should be the expression of welcome by young people, so we don''t have to get involved."


    Without conscience, Dumbledore just wanted to cover his face now.


    He understood the Quidditch players too much, but he also had great pity on the simple children.


    It''s really brave to fight with the "demon king".


    "Ha ha."


    So athletes are simple.


    Has the long-term training made these wizards forget the fact that they can do magic?


    Well, yes, it''s cheap enough to do things with children, let alone magic.


    Just thinking, the athletes had arrived in front of Klein.


    Since there was no magic on the other side, Klein didn''t use magic either. He waved his small fist directly and began to fight like a tiger into a sheep.


    Wizard to wizard.


    With a fist


    Such a scene is hardly seen in a hundred years.


    "Is this a welcome?"


    Professor Michael and Professor McGonagall could not help looking at Dumbledore, the old God.


    "Cough, this is youth ~"


    Rao is dembri. How long has he been through strong winds and waves, his face is as thick as the city wall, and he can''t help but get hot under the gaze of those eyes.


    "Stop, it''s the wrong day. Stop it!"


    For fear that those big fools in the team were hurt and finally dug up baby bumps, William was about to play, but Dumbledore raised his hand and stopped him.


    "Let the children solve their own problems."


    "This is how it was settled!"


    If you can, manager William really wants to grab Dumbledore''s beard and ask.


    But he can only think about it. He''s not so bold.


    Just after manager William and Dumbledore said a few words, the situation on the Court changed again.


    "I''ll fight!" "I''ll fight!" "I''ll fight!"


    Who says wizards can''t fight with their fists, and who says the devil can''t master martial arts?


    With the blessing of all kinds of secret magic, Klein, like a little steel Superman, punched a muscle stick and drove a group of people away!


    Gasol people who were fixed in place by the "fixed body curse" were stupid.


    What the hell? It''s twelve fucking years old!


    "The 32nd place in the Quidditch fanaticism competition, almost the bottom, the 25th place in the European Quidditch League, almost the bottom, the 47th place in the world Quidditch invitational tournament, failed to qualify, five wins and five losses in the world cup Quidditch qualifier, close to the edge of disqualification. A good team has been harmed by you."


    While punching, he counted the achievements of England Quidditch team in international competitions in recent years. Klein still smiled, but his eyes were more and more disdainful.


    "You don''t admit you''re rubbish!"


    There are ways to get along with classmates, with black wizards, with Quidditch players who have nothing in their mind, and Klein has the same way to get along with Quidditch players.


    First use force to deter, then use technology to conquer, and then use force to deter after technology conquest.


    Over and over again, there will be only one voice left in the team.


    That''s Klein''s own voice!


    In a sense, sports ability and talent determine everything. Strength is the best business card.


    "Continue to laugh. I didn''t laugh very happily just now. Ha ha, I''d better talk. I''m the most elegant and easy-going."


    Klein chased after the fleeing Quidditch players like a devil, and didn''t forget to talk to them.


    With his bearing, he won''t be angry with a group of muscle rods.


    Now the behavior is not for revenge


    Um.


    Absolutely not!