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The Transvanians still gave some face and did not shave their heads for England in the opening game.

In fact, they almost did it.

Seeing that the wizard of England was about to rush over with a wand and give one of them an Arvada to gnaw a big melon, the critical moment was ...... The old coach yelled at the goalkeeper:

"You let a ball die!"

It is said that he is the goalkeeper of the bus conductor, and he is very aggrieved to stall the stall hand:

"I let it, they can't put in the empty seats, what can I do?"

"You're standing next to the frame, of course people are nervous, you go to the toilet, others are standing behind you, aren't you nervous?!

Roll me twenty meters away from the frame! ”

As a result, there was such a scene on the field:

The goalkeeper of the Transvania team, far away from the frame, and the England chaser, in the case of the first frame, only made up for the second time.

With this ball entering, the Seeker of Transvania also caught the Golden Snitch.

The game is over!

When the captain of England landed on a firebow arrow, his eyes were full of confusion and tears in his eyes.

Who am I

Where am I,

Is it our 390 points to abuse our opponents?

When he saw more than a dozen reporters and assistants running over with cameras...... It's summer, but he wants to be cold in winter.

What to do?

What excuse do you make for losing so badly?

In the last World Cup, he was just a younger brother, and the old captain's explanation was...... The water and soil are not adapted, and the whole team has diarrhea.

Yes, the water and soil are not adapted!!

Wait a minute...... In which country is this contested?

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

As for the security guards, what about the Aurors, hurry up and stop this group of reporters and not allow them to interview.

Who put it in!

Just as the England captain was about to faint for a moment to hide his embarrassment, the Tranvanian team rushed over and threw him into the air to celebrate.

"Merlin, your sister!" He roared.

"What are you doing with me, I'm not on the same team as you!"

The reporters hurriedly snapped the ...... Tomorrow's headline cover is here.

"Gone, kids."

In the box on the top floor, Nicol stood up and glanced at the arena. Judging by his years of experience, tonight is sure to be chaotic.

He had just seen a large number of England fans burning their shirts.

As everyone walked down the fuchsia carpeted staircase, there was a rough noise in the night sky.

England fans were under siege. But it's not played by other countries, it's Irish, Scotland and Welsh fans......

These days, England fans are too inflated and annoyed all sorts of fans.

Now that the game is lost, forget it if you don't pretend to be dead, and you are still clamoring that this is a fake game.

Kill you scumbags!

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

……

……

In the tent of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, many teachers gathered.

"So, don't you have a clue?" Fudge asked impatiently.

He felt that it was a waste of time, and the professors in front of him were all watching the game, and they were not particularly familiar with the key manager.

Since they are not familiar, Fudge is better to close the case.

He knew that the descendants of the American Purges had a discordant conflict with the Magical Congress of the United States.

It's a bit of a Death Eater and Ministry of Magic.

It is better to say that this man was killed by the purges, in order to provoke the conflict between Britain and the United States.

Attention will not be focused on the safety of the Quidditch World Cup.

When it comes to throwing the pot and making excuses, Fudge is always active.

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

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

The ancient magician professor named Targaryen shook his head.

"You look alike." Fudge sighed.

"A lot of people have said that, but I've never seen this famous wizard."

"William is busy, but we have a good relationship, I'll see him next time and mention it to him...... You. ”

Before Fudge could say something, Tonks rushed in in a panic.

"What's wrong, Tonks?!"

Fudge couldn't look at his subordinates with such expressions right now, because it meant ...... Something went wrong.

Really......

"Mr. Minister, something has happened." Tonks breathed a sigh of relief, "The crowds are fighting, they have surrounded the England players, and they are going to fight them. ”

I want to fight everything!

Fudge still has quality in the end, and he didn't say this sentence in his heart.

"Send the Aurors to stop it at once, and if they don't stop, they will all be captured in Azkaban."

Fudge confessed and left in a hurry.

All the people scattered. Professor Targaryen walked back to his room alone.

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

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.

Professor Targaryen turned abruptly, his right hand forward, and the wand hidden in his sleeve shot a slender but brilliant white light in the air.

But the spell passed through the shadows without causing the slightest damage.

Professor Targaryen frowned, staring at the strange shadow.

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

In a vicissitudes of tone, he said, "Can you kill me?" No one in this world can kill me. ”

"Who are you?" Professor Targaryen asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's ...... Can I help you...... What to get. ”

The shadows are low, voiced, magnetic and seductive.

Professor Targaryen cast a contemptuous look at the shadows and sat back in his chair.

"It's not a small tone...... I want England to win, can you give it to me? ”

“……”

The shadow took a deep breath,

"Don't do anything to me, a wise move. No one in this magical world can kill me, and if there is, I'm very happy. ”

The shadow breathed a frightening tone, and he sighed:

"I've been wandering alone in this world for countless years."

"What are you looking for from me?" Professor Targaryen interrupted.

"If your answer does not satisfy me, I will immediately go to the British Aurors.

The Keykeeper just died, you are so sneaky, I think you killed it, right?! ”

“……”

"Whatever you think...... Shadow pressed his voice and went straight to the point:

"Professor, I'm in Ilvermorny, and I've heard your ancient magic lessons, especially the speculations about the powerful magic of ancient times."

His gaze was fixed on Targaryen's eyes.

"This power...... Essentially, something we might call a prehistoric mystery. ”

The young professor, who looked like Stark, sat up straight, his eyes flashing with curiosity.

"Prehistoric mysteries...... Somewhat strange name. ”

Shadow smiled and took the bait.

"The greatest power a wizard has lost, and I know where a part of that power is hidden." The voice of the shadows was now soaked with pride.

"I can guide you to it...... On some condition. ”

The young professor laughed and looked into the shadows. "That's why you're here, Mr. Shadow?

Want to recruit me and help you with things? What if I refuse? ”

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, Professor." Shadow laughed.

"This power is deeply hidden, and only wizards who have been guided can find it.

I know you're thirsting for him. Yes, as a wizard full of intellectual curiosity, who can say no?

So, I recommend...... Before making a decision, seriously consider whether or not to take advantage of this opportunity. ”

"Opportunity?" Targaryen said. "What chances? Help a guy who hides his head and tail? ”

"There are many great mysteries in the world, child." Shadow sighed. "Those secrets are beyond your most daring imagination.

These powers, either lost or hidden by powerful wizards.

Maybe in your lifetime, it will be revealed.

When the time comes, this power will bring about a great moment of wizarding transformation...... And you have the opportunity to play an important role in this moment.

I want you to think about it very seriously. It's easy to reject me, but wisdom is hard to come by. ”

Targaryen was silent.

“…… Come on, young Targaryen is ...... Follow me...... Help me...... Then attain eternal life or wisdom. ”

Targaryen asked. "Who the hell are you?"

"I used to stay away from death......" Tom stared at Targaryen.

"From this day forward, I am the Grim Reaper!"

The shadow is gone.

Professor Targaryen sat in his chair and said slowly, "Come out, he's gone." ”

No one came out, but a voice rang out.

"Professor, how did you know I was here?"

Professor Babling didn't reply, but said impatiently, "What are you doing?" ”

"Want to see ...... How Tom bewitches you. ”

"See?"

"Don't talk about it...... His eloquence is really good, and the pie painting is good, I am a little moved. ”

"Then you're working with him?"

"Everyone calls it death...... Did anyone work with the Grim Reaper? ”

"Why not?" Barburing said calmly.

"Really?" William's eyebrows raised, and he glanced deeply at Barburing.

"But it's more than working with the Grim Reaper...... I wanted to kill him even more.

Kill the Grim Reaper...... That feel...... It must be cool! ”

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Seventeen chapters owed!

The beautiful nurse lady is giving me artificial respiration to do the final rescue. ）