I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

As an assistant, Tang Mi can be said to be meticulous, but when it comes to business and operations, he is an amateur.

Just like now, he couldn't figure out why John would take a Quidditch league so seriously.

He's a Quidditch fan himself, but this stuff falls into the entertainment category.

At this time, he looked at John as if he was thinking about something, and with a very good spirit of learning, he asked, "My lord, why do you value the Quidditch league so much?"

"It's just a huge benefit," John raised his eyes when he heard the words, and said, "The benefit can make the beneficiaries more united. It is too dangerous for war to shape heroes, but competitive heroes are safe."

John rubbed the ring and said: "Use Quidditch to make the regions more united. They have enemies and heroes, but they will not sacrifice."

Quidditch was just the beginning of the plan.

John wants to use sports to create rivals and heroes.

As in the Muggle world, the team they support must be complemented by a rival team.

Heroes who defeat their nemesis keep their spirits high, while defeated nemeses work harder, and their fans scramble for vengeance.

At one point, Muggle football served as a bridge between nations to stop wars.

John is going to fascinate the whole wizarding world with this atmosphere.

In this way, no one would think that there is nothing to say about the supremacy of pure blood, or go to catch two Muggles for fun.

Through Quidditch, let them see the spirit of sportsmanship, and then spread this spirit.

Tang Mi didn't understand it very well, but he felt it made sense.

"If a werewolf team was on the field, would you support it?" John changed to a simple one.

Tang Mi immediately said: "We must support!"

After speaking, he understood.

This method is used to resolve the animosity between regions.

"That's the simple truth," John nodded and said, "But are you sure you support the werewolf team?"

"Of course." Tang Mi said strangely, "I'm a werewolf, so there's no reason not to support it."

"That's good," John nodded with relief, "I will use all your salary for the next 20 years to create the club."

"What?" Tang Mi thought he had heard wrong.

After seeing John's expression of nodding affirmatively again, he felt that his feet were weak, and he knelt down in front of John with a plop.

"Eh? You don't need to be so thankful." John thought so enthusiastically.

As a result, Tang Mi wanted to cry, but said without tears: "I was searched by Oz last week and took away the small treasury."

"It's okay," John walked over to help him up, patted him on the shoulder, and said in relief, "Silver Hand always has staff meals."

"Pfft."

Tang Mi knelt down again.

He could already foresee that when he got married in the future, he would have less than ten Galleons on his body.

and many more.

Staff meal?

Tang Mi thought for a while.

The candy gift box he usually bought for Ozzy was directly from the Silver Hand Candy Store, and the clothes were also custom-made directly from the Silver Hand Store.

Even the tavern I usually go to for a drink is also the property of Silver Hands. Occasionally, when I am romantic, I go directly to the Silver Hands wine cellar to get wine.

like……

He didn't spend much money?

After careful calculation, Tang Mi suddenly realized.

It turned out that since Oz confiscated the treasury, he had never taken any money out of the house.

That salary is like floating clouds to me.

After thinking it over, Tang Mi felt relieved.

"Sure enough, the adults still value me."

He only has one question now, can he open a club with 20 years of salary?

Judging from John's tone, it seems that he wants to open a werewolf Quidditch club?

...

Malfoy is training.

Since joining Puddlemere United, he has only found himself being used as a substitute.

How could this keep Malfoy from being angry.

As a dignified Slytherin Seeker, wouldn't it make sense for you to give me a starting Seeker?

He must let this group of players know what Slytherin's devil training is.

then……

Malfoy trains while the Puddlemere United players train.

Malfoy was training while the Puddlemere United players rested.

Malfoy was training while the Puddlemere United players were eating.

Malfoy was training while the Puddlemere United players were showering.

While the Puddlemere United players were sleeping, Malfoy was... sleeping too, but he was the first to arrive the next day.

"Damn it, what a monster he is."

As the captain of this ancient Quidditch club, Espen Sandberg looked at the guy who had never rested in his sight, and couldn't help but wonder if he had several brothers.

Under such crazy devil training, Malfoy's flying skills are constantly breaking through.

During the team's daily confrontation practice, he picked up the Snitch in front of official Seeker Rush Orlando.

"Fake!"

Rush Orlando snapped a curse.

As a Seeker, he has always been the ace of the team, but today a guy who just graduated from school snatched the Golden Snitch.

He had a bad temper and dropped his broom on the ground after flying off.

"Rush, he's just lucky." Espen hurried to persuade the other party.

"A novice, there are always so many good luck, I have seen that golden snitch appear on his side."

He needs to stabilize Rush, and there will be a game in a few days. The first few victories were brought by Rush picking up the Golden Snitch.

He didn't want to make a mistake this time.

But the more people are afraid of something, the more something will appear.

Rush thinks about it too, the distance just now is just because Malfoy has an advantage, plus good luck...

He looked a little better, and Espen heaved a sigh of relief.

"No way, no way?" Malfoy's ear-piercing voice sounded, and he slowly got down on his broomstick, pinching the Golden Snitch with two fingers and sneered, "There's no one who really can't outrun the substitute, right?"

"Puchi, if I were you, I wouldn't listen to such nonsense as luck."

"Luck? You might as well say that I used magic on this golden snitch."

"I can tell you that my spell grade is an 'o'."

Malfoy scoffed at the two men's words.

luck?

Appear by your side?

Why don't you say show up in my face.

That thing obviously flew over Rush's head.

I didn't see it, Potter would have taken it away long ago.

Also professional.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Espen snarled seeing Rush's complexion, "There's no place for you, a substitute player, to talk!"

"Tch, the weak should be eliminated. You haven't learned the truth that I knew at Hogwarts." Malfoy sneered, no matter who you are, "Strength comes first, the weak go down, the strong come up, That's my standard in Slytherin."

"A school team, do you understand the gold content of professional golfers?" Rush said angrily, "It's just luck!"

"Ah, yes, yes, I'm lucky, your skills are not as good as letting Potter fly," Malfoy said contemptuously, "You have to recognize food, and you have to stand at attention when you are beaten. Didn't your captain teach you?"

Wait, captain?

Isn't that me?

Espen was also included in the attack range, and he roared with a sullen face: "Malfoy, from now on, you can't even step into the practice field!"

"Did I give you face?" Malfoy was also angry. "If you lose, you lose. You defend him. Could it be that he is your boyfriend?"

"This team doesn't allow the strong to take over, but leaves the weak in their positions?"

"you come down!"

No one can keep calm under Malfoy's taunt, Espen and Rush are in a state of rage.

Malfoy saw it, flew down and threw the broomstick into the arms of another substitute.

Seeing the two people who wanted to beat him up, he walked over in a leisurely manner, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "I'm coming down, then what?"

"I can't stand it anymore!"

Rush rushed forward angrily, aimed at the face that needed to be punched.

In the past, he was the main force of the team, and no one would let him make three points.

The oldest team is good, but there have been many times in these years that they have not won the championship.

The club offered Rush as a treasure.

He wants to beat someone, who can stop him?

Malfoy was different, he didn't stop him, he just beat him up.

Rush flew back directly, and Malfoy said contemptuously, "You can't fly, you can't fight, what do you think you can do?"

Espen was dumbfounded, his mind blank.

He is really fighting.

Rush was directly kicked and passed out.

"It's a small dog, not as good as Potter, it can't stand a kick."

"You are fired!"

"Get the hell out of the team!" Espen growled.

"You're teaching me how to do things?" Malfoy said, staring at him, "Thought it out."

"Yes, that's right, you get out!"

Espen didn't even know why the club recruited such a person.

Malfoy turned and left without any lingering thoughts.

There is no father here, there is a place to keep the father!

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