I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"Expelled?"

John saw Malfoy complaining about the badge, and suddenly his face became weird.

"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 Wizarding Quidditch League.

You offended him, didn't you push the team into the fire pit?

John wanted to applaud the man who said he was fired.

Others don't know, but John can guess that that guy is going to be scolded bloody.

because……

Lucius, who had just been elected chairman, was sitting on the sofa, holding a cane engraved with three stars in his hand.

He looked at John's weird expression strangely, as if there was something indescribable.

But in joy, Lucius chose to give up entanglement with this issue for the time being, and said with a smile on his face: "Tonight, I will hold a club reception at Malfoy Manor, if you are free, Sir Wick, please do me a favor. "

Club reception?

Heads of clubs across the country will be there.

John smiled and nodded: "I will go there."

"That's really great." Lucius said with joy, he thought of his son again, and said with pride, "I believe that Draco's skills should be reused in the team at this time."

"Yeah." John nodded, taking it very seriously, after all, he was fired in full view.

I just don't know how Lucius would feel when he knew that his son was run away.

Wait until evening.

In front of the mirror, John used his magic wand to change the color of his clothes to purple and then to green.

Tang Mi looked at his lord with a smile on his face, and didn't understand why he was so happy.

"My lord, what are you laughing at?"

"I think of happy things."

Tang Mi: "..." Do you want to listen to what you are talking about?

Putting on a gorgeous green robe, John said to Tang Mi with a smile: "There is a scene to watch tonight."

After speaking, John walked out of the manor.

A stately carriage pulled by thestrals waited there.

He walked inside, and the Thestral flew up after running for a certain distance.

...

Malfoy Manor.

On the basis of the original luxury, this manor has added a lot of extravagance.

The white peacock made a nice song.

The manor is full of traffic.

A carriage drove into the manor.

Among them was a car belonging to Puddlemere United.

In the carriage, the current person in charge, Handing Pudmiller Jr., is exhorting the team captain Espen: "This chairman is a man who likes face, don't offend him."

"I see, Mr. Puddlemill." Espen nodded hastily.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see the huge benefits of this league.

The other party is the first chairman and has a historic status.

Offending him will do no good.

The current Puddlemere United team has an ancient name. In important leagues, their strength has always been at the same level and it is uncomfortable.

The ranking is also No.4.

In the game two days later, if they fail to win, they will lose their qualifications for the final.

This made Little Handing a little anxious.

Dressed up to attend, the people in charge got off the carriage.

Most of them know each other, and some of them have grievances.

But this time he has to give Lucius face, and it won't happen.

Walking into the Malfoy Manor, Little Handing couldn't help but sighed, "As expected of the Malfoy of the first ancient clan."

"Malfoy?" Espen was taken aback.

An arrogant face appeared in his inexplicable mind.

"Mr. Malfoy," said the voice.

It was Lucius who showed up.

He was well-dressed, and his eyes searched the crowd, but he didn't see John.

"Your Majesty." Lucius walked down slowly with a haughty face.

Everyone also flattered.

The party is about to begin.

During this time, Espen became more and more uneasy.

The heads of the various clubs communicated with their stars, and some overtly and secretly tested the opposing club's views on a certain player and so on.

Just when Espen gradually relaxed and felt all right.

Lucius came over with a smile on his face, giving Little Handing confidence in his oldest club.

"Mr. Puddlemill, I think we have met."

"Haha, last time we met at the Department of Magical Sports."

The two started chatting.

While chatting, Lucius suddenly asked: "I don't know how Draco is training with you?"

"Master Malfoy is very good, isn't he, Espen." Little Handing said with a smile.

He recruited the son of the Malfoy family into the team with great foresight at the beginning, just to be able to talk to Lucius one day.

Espen, who was named, was sitting on pins and needles, his face covered with cold sweat.

"Espen?" Little Handing glanced at Espen and asked strangely, "Uncomfortable?"

"No, no, no, I have a little bit." He was talking nonsense and didn't know what to say.

Little Handing looked puzzled, and Lucius said generously: "It's okay, I think I'm just a little nervous."

"It's okay, you are Draco's captain, just treat me as an elder." Lucius looked very kind.

"By the way, how is Draco's performance in the club?" Lucius said softly, "I've bought three clubs, but he has 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 elder, even if they have the capital to gnaw.

Malfoy trained desperately, 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 Espen couldn't stop shaking.

In the back, his appearance made Lucius discover the clue.

Lucius' face turned cold, "Mr. Pudmill, your captain seems to be in a bad state."

Little Handing opened his mouth and was about to speak.

I saw someone walk in from outside.

"Lord Wick."

Lucius' attention was diverted, and Espen was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

I saw that everyone's attention was focused on that young and outrageous person.

Those high-ranking club leaders are hesitating at this moment, and some dare not go over.

John came to Lucius, smiled and said, "I haven't congratulated you yet, Lucius."

"Your Excellency Wick, I am satisfied that you can come here." Lucius froze at John's next sentence just as a smile appeared on the corner of Lucius' mouth.

"Ah? I'm congratulating you on the usefulness of the club you bought." John smiled darkly, looked at the ignorant Little Handing, and said, "Draco happens to have no team right now, you can ask him to pick one."

"No, no team?" Lucius was stunned.

Not only him, but also Little Handing was stunned.

John pretended to be puzzled and said, "Pudmir, why do you look surprised, didn't Draco be fired by you?"

"Fired?" Lucius had a cold look in his eyes.

"Wait! I don't know anything!" Little Handing hurriedly separated himself, looked at Espen, and growled, "What did you do behind my back!"

He is now like Espen, his back wet with cold sweat.

Nima, are you playing with me?

I finally intercepted Hudraco Malfoy in advance, but the president of the International Federation of Wizards told me that he was fired?

Under the watchful eyes of the three bosses, Espen fell down and couldn't hold back anymore.

"I, I don't know if he really has the capital to be so arrogant."

Espen can't help but tell what happened today.

Little Handing almost wanted to take out his wand and cast a killing spell on him.

He won, and you fired him just because the Seeker was angry?

You want me dead right?

"Very good, very good." Lucius clapped his hands and sneered, "I think Puddlemere United is really great."

He turned to leave.

"Wait, Mr. Malfoy," Little Handing hurriedly chased after him, "The expulsion requires the signature of the person in charge, and I don't even know about it, so it's not considered expulsion at all."

"No need, it's hard for my son to integrate into the ancient Puddlemere United." Lucius sneered, "The Malfoy family is not so down to rely on others."

Little Handing turned pale.

"Lucius." John said at this time.

Lucius stopped.

John said lightly: "Since Mr. Pudmill doesn't know, then forget it. After all, Draco has done enough practice for the league."

His generous answer made Little Handing happy.

Lucius also thought about it, his son's hard training should not be ruined by this matter.

John said meaningfully: "But Draco really doesn't need to be wronged under the control of others."

Little Handing understood, he turned to Espen without hesitation and yelled, "You're fired!"

"From now on, Draco Malfoy is the official Seeker."

He smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, Mr. Wick, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius stared at him for a while, then said to John, "Can I invite you to have a drink, Sir Wick?"

"Of course." John smiled.

The two left, and no one paid attention to Little Handing.

Little Handing murmured to himself: "All efforts are ruined."

He really wanted to execute Rush and Espen.

The lines that were finally connected are all gone.

And Draco Malfoy.

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