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The Transvanians still gave some face and did not shave a bald head for England in the opening game.

In fact, they almost did this.

Seeing that the English wizard was about to rush over with his wand, and gave them one Avada to chew the big melon. At the critical moment... the old coach shouted at the goalkeeper:

"You can kill one ball!"

It is said that he is the goalkeeper of the bus ticket seller, and he is very aggrieved to spread his hands on the street:

"I gave in, and they couldn't even make an empty spot. What can I do?"

"When you stand by the ball frame, of course they are nervous. When you go to the bathroom and others stand behind you, aren't you nervous?!

Roll me up to twenty meters away from the ball frame!”

So, this scene appeared on the field:

The goalkeeper of the Transanvania team was away from the box, while the English chaser only made up for the second time when he played the box for the first time.

As the ball entered, Transvania's goalkeeper also caught the Golden Snitch.

The game is over!

When the captain of England rode a fire crossbow and landed on the ground, his eyes were full of confusion and tears.

who I am,

Where am I?

Are we crazy about our opponents with 390 points?

When he saw more than a dozen reporters and an assistant running over with a camera... it was clearly summer, but he felt cold but wanted to be cold winter.

what to do?

What excuses are you looking for if you lose so badly?

During the last World Cup, he was just a younger brother. The old captain's explanation was... He was not adapted to the local conditions and the whole team had diarrhea.

Yes, I don’t adapt to the environment!!

Wait... In which country is the competition?

The reporter is less than two hundred meters away and is still sprinting at the peak.

Where is the security guard and Auror, hurry up and block these reporters and prevent them from interviewing.

Who put it in!

Just as the English captain was about to faint for a while and hide his embarrassment, the members of Transvania had rushed over and threw him into the air to celebrate.

"Merlin, your sister!" he roared angrily.

"What are you doing to throw me away? You and I are not in the same team!"

The reporters quickly captured the photo... The cover of tomorrow's headlines has been available.

"Go away, kids."

In the top box, Nico stood up and glanced at the arena. Judging from his years of experience watching football, it will definitely be messy tonight.

He just saw a large number of English fans burning their jerseys.

As everyone walked down the stairs of the purple-red carpet, a rough noise came from the night sky.

English fans were besieged. But it was not played by other countries, but Ireland, Scotland and Wales fans...

These days, England fans are so inflated that they annoyed all kinds of fans.

Now that the game is lost, I just don’t pretend to be dead, and I still shout that this is a fake game.

Kill you bunch of scumbags!

The wizards from other countries kept waving the flames in their hands and laughing.

...

...

There were many teachers gathered in the tent of the Ifamoni Magic School.

"So, don't you have any clues?" Fudge asked impatiently.

He felt that it was a waste of time. The professors in front of him were watching the competition and were not particularly familiar with the key administrator.

Since they are not familiar with each other, Fuji is ready to close the case.

He knew that the descendants of the American Purge had conflicts with the American Demon France.

This tastes like Death Eaters and Ministry of Magic.

That's better to say that this person was killed by the purge, and the purpose is to provoke conflicts between Britain and the United States.

Everyone will not focus on the safety of the Quidditch World Cup.

When it comes to tracing the blame and making excuses, Forge is always very smart.

He was about to leave, but suddenly looked at one of the wizards and frowned: "Professor Taglian, do you know a Stark wizard?"

"I've heard of it, but I've never seen it."

The ancient demonic professor named Taglian shook his head.

"You look so similar." Fuji sighed.

"Many people have said this, but I have never seen this famous wizard."

"William is very busy, but we have a good relationship. I will talk to him next time...you."

Fudge wanted to say something, and Tonks rushed in in panic.

"What's wrong, Tonks?!"

Fuji can't see his subordinates showing this expression now, because it means... something happened.

really……

"Sir, something happened." Tonks breathed a sigh of relief, "The audience was gathering to fight, surrounded the English players and wanted to hit them."

I want to fight!

Fuji is still of quality and has not expressed this in his heart.

"Immediately send Aurors to stop them, and they will be arrested in Azkaban."

Fuji explained and left in a hurry.

Everyone dispersed. Professor Targaryen walked back to his room alone.

He closed the door and sat at the table, holding his chin with his hands as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.

Professor Targlian suddenly turned around, and his right hand moved forward. The magic wand hidden in his sleeve shot out a slender but dazzling white light in the air.

But the spell passed through the shadow and did not cause any damage.

Professor Targaryen frowned and stared at the strange shadow.

The shadow smiled slightly, and his temperament seemed mysterious and conceited.

He said in a vicissitudes of tone: "Can you kill me? No one in this world can kill me."

"Who are you?" asked Professor Targlian.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is... what I can help you...get."

The shadows are low and full of magnetic and seductive power.

Professor Targaryen casts a contemptuous look into the shadow and sits on the chair.

"I'm not too small... I want the England national team to win, can you give it to me?"

“…”

Shadow took a deep breath,

"It's a wise move to not take action against me. No one can kill me in this magical world. If so, I'd be very happy."

The shadow was so terrifying that he sighed:

"I have wandered alone in this world for countless years."

"What's the matter with me?" Professor Targlian interrupted.

"If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I will immediately look for the British Auror.

The key administrator just died. You are so sneaky. I think you killed it, right?!"

“…”

"Whatever you think..." The shadow pressed the voice and went straight to the subject:
To be continued...