Klein was busy these days.


    Not only to deal with the endless training of the English Quidditch team, but also to take time to play a big play with yourself.


    Don''t ask, asking is life enrichment.


    And Dumbledore''s entrustment was completed last night - under the magic trace, he successfully sneaked into old buddy''s house and got little buddy Crouch has killed old buddy Crouch''s evidence.


    Hearing the news, the old man frowned.


    But it has nothing to do with him


    "Boss, boss, are you there?"


    Originally, Klein was thinking whether he would go to see Mr. newt and his magical animal farm after this busy time. Unexpectedly, just after venting for a while, Gasol''s loud voice rang in his ear.


    Klein was helpless and turned to look at the embarrassed muscle stick at the door.


    "What''s the matter?"


    Although they didn''t deal with it at the beginning, they had a good relationship after training together for so long.


    "Boss, there are many reporters outside who say they want to interview you."


    Gasol scratched his head and smiled foolishly. Facing Klein, who had been younger than himself for more than one round, he was even a little reserved (mainly afraid of being beaten).


    "Reporter?"


    Klein blinked.


    He hasn''t done anything recently. What''s the reporter doing with him?


    "Oh, didn''t those seedless guys in Bulgaria make that matter in the newspaper the other day? Yesterday they played a training game with the Irish Quidditch team and seemed to win a lot of points.


    Ireland is a traditional strong team. They were angry at once, and then Krum''s soft egg said some excessive words under complacency... "


    When Klein beat the Bulgarian team alone, the heat was still quite high.


    But the acting Minister of the British Ministry of magic is Dumbledore, Klein is Dumbledore''s proud student, and those media are not too much.


    Now, interview "the son of magic" Klein Will Greenwald''s chance is here again!


    The journalists, like sharks smelling blood, flocked to Quidditch headquarters in England.


    Team manager William felt that since there was not much time to start the game and the other party was so arrogant, he might as well let Klein himself respond, publicize the team and let the reporters in.


    "What trouble."


    Victor Krum belongs to the type of remembering to eat or not to play. It''s sunny and the rain has stopped. He thinks he can do it again.


    Klein had no choice but to follow Gasol out.


    Just out of the dormitory building, "long gun and short gun" was put in front of me.


    "Klein, what do you think of Viktor Krum''s call you a loser?"


    "Here, here, Klein, there has been no new spell in the magic world for some time. Many people are saying that you have no talent. What do you want to say to those people?"


    "Since the" sheep liver fruit ", are you interested in solving other magic medicine problems!"


    "How about the team training? I mean, many people say you are the real core of the England team. All the tactics focus on you. Do you think this is true?"


    Those reporters don''t care how old you are. If you want you to be angry, they have to rush up, bite hard, get the news they want, and then they can be satisfied and leave.


    Gasol''s breath suddenly sank when he was affected by the innocent.


    He tried to escape, but he couldn''t escape the crowd. Helpless, he looked at his little boss, but found that the other party''s face was still as usual, and he didn''t even frown.


    "I did what I couldn''t do easily. I deserve to be boss Klein."


    Gasol was impressed.


    Magic or something, he''s only half a bucket, and the concept of Merlin medal is just "that thing is awesome".


    But with physical talent, he has the most say.


    In his opinion, Klein is the perfect leader on the pitch, not even one.


    "Well, come one by one."


    Klein didn''t speak for a long time. Manager William thought the little baby of the team was angry and hurried to the front of the crowd to take charge of the maintenance of order.


    After a lot of trouble, the site was barely stable.


    "Well, who... The reporter of the prophet daily? That''s you!"


    After a long sweat, manager William saw that Klein had no impatient expression on his face, so he relaxed and ordered a reporter.


    Coincidentally, the one he chose was Rita, the gold medal reporter of the prophet daily Skeeter.


    "Thank you."


    Rita pushed her glasses down.


    Her hair was made into delicate and strange curls, which matched with her big chin face. She looked very uncomfortable. She wore a pair of glasses inlaid with jewelry, her short fingers grabbed an alligator skin handbag, and her fingernails were two inches long and painted red.


    A shorthand quill floated aside. Rita looked at Klein and said.


    "Mr. Greenwald, allow me to call you that... Now everyone is looking forward to your response, whether in magic spells, potions or sports.


    Do you have anything to say? "


    "Ha ha."


    Hearing Rita''s question, Klein just smiled.


    It deserves to be the gold medal pen he secretly developed. The level is very high.


    "First of all, I would like to send my most sincere thanks to all those who care about me. Please tell them that I''m fine.


    Secondly, academic achievements such as potions and spells are not so easy.


    Otherwise, our magic would not have developed to this level in recent thousands of years. Those who say my talent is exhausted, he thinks I''m exhausted, then I''m exhausted, whatever he thinks. "


    Klein spoke slowly, and the sound expanded by the spell clearly spread to everyone''s ears.


    Manager William and Gasol were amazed.


    They had only seen Klein, who was hot tempered and fragrant. One man caught more than a dozen people and beat him Natural power Greendevo.


    It was the first time they had seen such a polite and moderate appearance.


    "As for Victor Krum''s insult to me, I can only say that he looks strong, but his heart is as small as the eye of a needle.


    If I''m a loser, he''s a loser who''s beaten to tears by losers You can understand what I say. "


    Klein couldn''t have been indifferent to being scolded.


    Although the other party is a mindless and spoiled child, he can''t kill, but he''s still happy to block Krum.


    "I know that Bulgaria defeated Ireland, which has made them arrogant recently, but I''m here to tell them clearly, tell Krum."


    He looked at the camera.


    "In the world cup, if they don''t meet me, it''s OK. If they meet me, if they don''t zero seal them, my" greenevo "will write backwards!


    So, brothers of Bulgaria, pray, pray that you are lucky enough.


    Otherwise, I will abuse you all to retire, abuse you to doubt your life, and abuse you to never touch Quidditch again. "


    The language fell, and the audience was quiet.


    (end of this volume)