"Expelled?"
John suddenly looked strange when he saw Malfoy complaining about the badge.
"Who is so brave?"
Was the man who fired Malfoy blind?
Didn't see his last name?
His father was Lucius, the first chairman of the Quidditch Wizarding League.
If you offend him, won't you push the team into a pit of fire?
John almost wanted to applaud the person who said he should be fired.
Others didn't know, but John could guess that that guy was going to be scolded bloody.
because……
Lucius, who had just chosen the position of chairman, was sitting on the sofa, holding a cane engraved with three stars in his hand.
He looked at John's strange expression strangely, as if there was something unexplainable.
However, in his joy, Lucius chose to give up worrying about this issue for the time being. He said with a smile on his face: "Tonight, I will hold a club reception at Malfoy Manor. If Mr. Wick is free, please come over. "
Club reception?
Club principals across the country will be passing by.
John smiled and nodded: "I will go there."
"That's great." Lucius looked happy. He thought of his son again and said with pride, "I believe Draco's skills should be reused in the team at this time."
"Yeah." John nodded, taking it seriously. After all, he was fired in front of everyone.
I just don’t know how Lucius would feel when he knew that his son was being squeezed away.
Wait until evening.
John was in front of the mirror and used a wand to change the color of his clothes to purple and then to green.
Tang Mi looked at his master with a smile on his face and didn't understand why he was so happy.
"Sir, why are you laughing?
What? "
"I think of happy things."
Tang Mi: "..." Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
Putting on a gorgeous green robe, John smiled at Tang Mi and said, "There is a show to watch tonight."
After saying that, John walked out of the manor.
A noble carriage pulled by a Thestral was waiting there.
He walked inside and the Thestral ran a short distance and then flew up.
...
Malfoy Manor.
This manor has added a lot of nobility to its original luxury.
The white peacock chirped beautifully.
There was a lot of traffic in the manor.
Carriages drove into the manor.
Among them were cars belonging to Puddlemere United.
In the carriage, the current person in charge, Handin Puddlemere Jr., was telling the team captain Aspen: "This chairman is a face-saving person, so don't offend him."
"I understand, Mr. Puddlemere." Aspen nodded hastily.
After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see the huge benefits this league has.
The other party is the first chairman and has a historic status.
Nothing good will come of offending him.
The current Puddlemere United team has an ancient reputation. In important leagues, their strength has always been neither good nor bad, which makes it uncomfortable.
The ranking is only fourth.
If they fail to win the game two days later, they will lose the qualification to compete in the finals.
This made little Han Ding a little anxious.
Dressed in finery, the people in charge stepped out of the carriage.
Most of them know each other, and some of them have grudges.
But this time I have to give Lucius face, so he won't get angry.
Walking into the Malfoy Manor, Little Handin couldn't help but sigh: "He is indeed the horse of the first ancient clan.
Erfu. "
"Malfoy?" Aspen was stunned.
An arrogant face that deserved a beating appeared in his mind for no apparent reason.
"Mr. Malfoy," the voice said.
It was Lucius who showed up.
He was richly dressed and looked among the crowd, but did not see John.
"Your Majesty is here." Lucius walked down slowly with a proud face.
Everyone was also flattering.
The party started soon.
During this time Aspen became increasingly uneasy.
The heads of various clubs communicated with each other about the leading stars, and some openly and secretly tested the opposing club's opinion of a certain player.
Just when Aspen was gradually relaxing and feeling okay.
Lucius came over with a smile on his face, giving little Hunding confidence in his oldest club.
"Mr. Puddlemere, I think we have met."
"Haha, we last met at the Department of Magical Sports and Sports."
The two started chatting.
While chatting, Lucius suddenly asked: "I wonder how Draco's training at your place is going?"
"Master Malfoy is very good, isn't he, Aspen." Little Handin said with a smile.
He had very discerningly recruited the Malfoy son into the team just so that one day he could strike up a conversation with Lucius.
Aspen was on pins and needles after being named, his face covered with cold sweat.
"Aspen?" Little Handin glanced at Aspen and asked strangely, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, no, no, I have a little bit." He was rambling and didn't know what to say.
Little Handin looked confused, and Lucius said generously: "It's okay, I think I'm just a little nervous."
"It doesn't matter, you are Draco's captain, just treat me as
Just the elders. "Lucius looked very kind.
"By the way, how is Draco doing at the club?" Lucius said softly, "I have bought three clubs, but he wants to develop on his own."
He looked helpless, but couldn't hide his pride.
After all, no one wants their child to be a gnawing old man, even if they have the capital to gnaw.
Malfoy was training hard, and as an old father, he didn't know the situation.
So he wanted someone to reveal it.
But the more this happened, the more Aspen couldn't stop trembling.
When he got to the back, his appearance made Lucius notice the clues.
Lucius's face turned cold, "Mr. Puddlemere, your captain doesn't seem to be in the right state."
Little Handing opened his mouth and was about to speak.
I saw someone coming in outside.
"Sir Wick."
Aspen was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Lucius' attention was diverted.
Everyone's attention was focused on that ridiculously young person.
The high-ranking club leaders were hesitant at the moment, some of them not daring to go there.
John came to Lucius and smiled: "I haven't congratulated you yet, Lucius."
"Sir Wick, I am satisfied that you can come here." As soon as Lucius smiled, he froze at John's next words.
"Ah? I'm congratulating you that the club you bought is useful." John smiled sinisterly, looked at the confused little Han Ding, and said: "Draco happens to have no team now, you can let him pick one."
"No, no team?" Lucius was stunned.
Not only him, but also Xiao Handing was stunned.
John pretended to be puzzled and said: "Pudmere, why do you look so surprised?
Wasn't Deco fired by you? "
"Expelled?" Lucius's eyes were filled with chills.
"Wait! I don't know anything!" Little Handing hurriedly distanced himself from the relationship, looked at Aspen, and roared, "What did you do behind my back!"
He was now just like Aspen, his back wet with cold sweat.
Nima, are you playing with me?
I finally intercepted Draco Malfoy in advance, but the president of the International Confederation of Wizards told me that he had been expelled?
Aspen fell down under the watchful eyes of the three bosses. He couldn't hold himself any longer.
"I, I don't know if he really has the capital to be so arrogant."
Aspen recounted what happened today.
Little Handin almost wanted to take out his wand and cast a death spell on him.
Someone wins, and you fire him just because the Seeker is angry?
You want me to die, right?
"Very good, very good." Lucius clapped his hands and sneered, "I think Puddlemere United is really good."
He turned to leave.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Malfoy," Little Handin hurriedly chased after him. "Expulsion requires the signature of the person in charge. I didn't know that. It doesn't count as expulsion at all."
"No need, it will be difficult for my son to integrate into the ancient Puddlemere United." Lucius sneered, "The Malfoy family has not declined to the point of being dependent on others."
Little Handing turned pale.
"Lucius." John spoke at this time.
Lucius stopped.
John said calmly: "Since Mr. Puddlemere doesn't know, let's forget it. After all, Draco has done enough practice for the league."
His generous answer made Xiao Handing happy.
Lucius also thought about it. His son's hard training could not be lost because of this incident.
Things are ruined.
John said meaningfully: "But Draco really doesn't need to suffer under the control of others."
Little Handin understood, and without hesitation he turned to Aspen and roared: "You're fired!"
"From now on, Draco Malfoy becomes the official Seeker."
He smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, Mr. Wick, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius stared at him for a while and said to John: "Can I invite you for a drink, Mr. Wick?"
"Of course." John smiled.
The two people left, and no one paid attention to Xiao Handing.
Little Handing murmured to himself: "All efforts are ruined."
He really wanted Rush and Aspen executed.
All the lines I finally managed to connect were gone.
And Draco Malfoy has to be provided.
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