Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 320 Quidditch

Compared with the professors who are so busy that they can't be seen recently, the students in the school don't have so many worries.

Especially Harry, he gradually realized the benefits of playing games and no longer thought about it all the time. Instead, he focused all his thoughts on the upcoming game.

Gjeon also occasionally comes to Hogwarts. He seems to regard Harry and Cedric as real team players. He will also correct them while watching their training, and even go down to the stands to cooperate with them.

To dodge the Bludgers.

"Always pay attention to your seven o'clock position!"

On the Quidditch pitch, Gjeon shouted to the two of them while flying around the stands: "This is the attack direction that the Portree Madmen are best at, and there must be no mistakes when the time comes!"

"Yes, sir!"

"No problem, sir!"

Harry and Cedric responded one after another until they were tired and sweating profusely before they were allowed to stop and rest.

"Here." Gjern came over with a smile, holding two bottles of butter beer prepared in advance. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the performance of the two newcomers: "As long as you maintain this level, maybe we can really

Have a chance to win the weekend game.”

Forehead.

Harry and Cedric glanced back and forth at the stadium where only the three of them were training. Apart from them, Harry had never seen any other members of the artillery team take the initiative to train, not even a human figure.

But Harry wisely decided that it would be better to keep his mouth shut.

"I know what you want to say." Ge Jieen could tell what they were thinking at a glance and said, "Don't worry, you won't have to suffer this kind of grievance in a while - I can tell you something in advance.

The news is that the rich owner - your ancient magic professor, is about to buy this team, and everything will be fine by then."

Professor Hemmer is finally going to have his own team?

Harry found that he was not that surprised by the result, and Cedric had almost the same reaction - compared with what Professor Hemmer had already done, buying a team didn't seem like a big deal.

only

They watched Gjern take out a small bottle of whiskey from his pocket very naturally, and for the first time they suspected that maybe there was something wrong with Professor Heimer's vision.

But it didn't take long for Harry and Cedric to realize that they were completely wrong, even very wrong.

At the weekend, in the match against Portree Madmen, Harry finally snatched the Golden Snitch under the cover of Gjeon and Cedric, pushing the game to its conclusion.

There were no cheers on the court. Everyone was watching this scene in astonishment, including the members of the Madmen, whose jaws almost dropped to the ground in shock.

"incredible."

Professor McGonagall, who volunteered to be the commentator, also lost his composure and said into the microphone: "It's unbelievable. 270 points to 270 points, a draw. I declare that the result of this game is a draw! It seems that the glory of the Artillery Team is coming back.

It’s—”

"No!" A Madmen batsman couldn't accept this outcome. He covered his face and flew out of the stadium crying, screaming all the way.

"We will be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

The bruised and bruised Gjeon flew towards Harry with a smile on his face. Throughout the game, he used his body to block the Bludgers for Harry, creating many great opportunities for Harry to catch the Snitch.

"What am I talking about," he said cheerfully: "We do have a chance to win this game, and the next game will be the real victory, Harry -"

"team leader."

"Huh? What did you call me? Call me twice more to hear it?"

"No, you have a nosebleed again. Don't you need to go to the hospital?"

"Hospital? I feel a little dizzy after hearing what you said. Huh? How come there are two Harrys, and then there are three Harrys? It seems that you haven't used all your abilities yet, and your brain is getting more and more dizzy."

"The captain fainted! Someone come quickly!"

The Quibbler reported the result of this match extensively, and people who didn't know better thought that the Chadli Cannons won the World Cup instead of winning a draw in a minor league match.

Toby also took the time to visit Gjeon in the school hospital and brought him some exciting news.

"You got a salary increase." Toby put the opened magazine on the bedside of the hospital bed and said, "Now everyone thinks that only you can save the Cannons. Even the tickets for the next game have been sold out early."

Ge Jieen, who had several layers of bandages wrapped around his forehead, smiled from ear to ear as he read the report.

Toby added: "Whenever you recover, we will go to the Ministry of Magic to finalize the handover of the team."

As one of the oldest clubs in the UK, team transactions must be handled in the Department of Magical Sports. Of course, Toby's "old friend" Bagman is the director there, so this will not cause any trouble for him.

"I have no problem." Ge Jieen's voice still sounded muffled: "But I still have a condition, and I hope you can agree to it."

"What is it?" Toby had already expected that Gjeon would say this: "Continue to increase the salary? Or ask for free liquor treatment?"

Ge Jie En was stunned for a moment.

"It all sounds good," he said tangledly: "Then can I change it to three conditions? Well, actually what I want to say is that the team should have fresh blood joining, and those two kids performed well.

, so I plan to recruit them all.”

"This matter is simple." Toby said before leaving: "But you have to make the decision yourself. I can't make the decision for them."

——

"Gjeon really said that?"

After finishing the dinner that day, Ron was shocked and said: "Are you really going to become an official player? Merlin's beard."

"And Cedric." Harry said sheepishly: "He also got an invitation, and not only that, we all felt that Gjeon seemed to want to do a big change in the team's players and replace them with those from the school.

students. It is said that he is already in contact with Wood."

Ron showed a longing look: "Then do I have a chance?"

"Tsk." Hermione laughed briefly, and immediately covered her mouth: "Sorry, I couldn't hold it back for a moment -"

"You can laugh at me all you want." Ron curled his lips and said, "Anyway, I don't have any special skills. Everyone is better than me. You don't know that others are wondering how I hang out with you every day.

.”

"Don't say that." Harry tried to comfort him: "You still have many advantages, such as——"

Ron glanced at him sideways, and after waiting for a long time, Harry continued dryly: "For example, you are good at wizard chess."

"Tsk." Hermione couldn't help laughing again.

The news that Gjeon was interested in recruiting players quickly spread throughout the campus, and even his old players didn't cause any trouble after hearing about it. There was no way, they didn't look like a serious club before that.

It would be more appropriate to call it an enthusiasts association.

After a few more days, Ge Jien, who still had a bandage on his head, couldn't help shouting that he wanted to be discharged from the hospital. He must pursue the victory, otherwise he wouldn't be able to cope with the next game.

But before that, he followed Toby to the Ministry of Magic. It could be seen that he was still very satisfied with Toby as the boss and would not dictate to the team or interfere with the formation of the team.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."

"Toby Highmore, Sting Gjern, we are here to handle the handover of the Richard Lee Artillery Team."

"Thank you, guest, please pick up the badge and pin it on your clothes."

Toby picked up his badge and pinned it on his shirt, and handed Gjern's one over - he was still feeling awkward in his Muggle clothes and couldn't help but move around.

"Visitors of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked and register your wand at the security counter. The security counter is located at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled and slowly sank into the ground.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day," the woman's voice said at last.

After seeing the light again, the first person Toby saw was Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office.

He was standing motionless at the door of the phone booth. He had obviously received the news in advance and came to keep an eye on Toby.

Ge Jieen was frightened by the other person's expression. He asked cautiously: "Have you ever offended him?"

"It's better to say that he provoked me." Toby shook his collar and walked out of the phone booth nonchalantly.

Gjern noticed that the two men looked like they had something to say, so he slowed down and pretended to be interested in the fountain.

Toby walked side by side with Scrimgeour. He looked back and forth in the hall on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic and found that except for Scrimgeour, there were no other Aurors present.

"The taste of honor is really good." Toby said with a smile: "That can make people jealous. By the way, when is the Ministry of Magic planning to award me the Merlin Medal? I should be qualified for assisting Dumbledore in defeating Grindelwald.

Bar?"

Scrimgeour stopped and stared at him, his eyes burning with rage.

This is the first time the two have met since Toby gave Scrimgeour a lesson in the school hospital. At that time, Toby asked Al to take some unflattering photos, causing the Ministry of Magic to panic and waste money.

It took a lot of effort to suppress the criticism that insulted the hero.

"Tell me your purpose." Scrimgeour said simply: "You will never come to the Ministry of Magic for no reason. Don't tell me what team it is related to, you can't fool me."

Toby also slowly stopped, and the hurried wizards around them all avoided these two people. No one wanted to cause trouble at this time.

"Grindelwald's body."

Toby's answer was more direct than Scrimgeour imagined: "Since you can't handle Grindelwald's body, leave it to me. With Dumbledore here, no one will say anything more.

It can also help you avoid some disputes with the International Federation of Wizards."

Scrimgeour did not agree immediately.

"You seem to like corpses very much." He narrowed his eyes and said, "First Sirius Black, and then Gellert Grindelwald. You are not going to let go of any of them."

"It's just because I often deal with this kind of thing." Toby said nonchalantly: "Archaeologists have to deal with this kind of thing, and it would be better for me to come forward. And, anyway, the war is over, isn't it?

What? I know that Fudge has been having a hard time recently. What he needs is not an enemy, but a friend. Even though Dumbledore betrayed him once, but now that Grindelwald is gone, Fudge is in urgent need of solving his own troubles. He needs someone

It’s an excuse to cause trouble for yourself.”

"Return Grindelwald's body to Dumbledore. I believe Fudge will not refuse this."

Toby was right, because the fall out at the Christmas dinner, coupled with the news that Grindelwald escaped from Nurmengard later, caused Fudge to get into a lot of trouble, so big that he is now

None of it could be solved.

Now the only thing Fudge can rely on is Dumbledore, who "killed" Grindelwald with his own hands. He needs to use his friendly relationship with Dumbledore to protect himself. Otherwise, let alone stepping down, he is very likely to be framed and imprisoned.

.

Gjern saw Scrimgeour's face turning green and white from a distance. Just when he was sighing at how quickly this man changed his face, Scrimgeour had already turned around and walked away, and Toby followed him back.

The result of the conversation seemed very satisfactory.

The next step is to handle the transfer of team sovereignty.

Not long after Scrimgeour left, Bagman just jumped out. As soon as he saw Toby, he stretched out his arms happily: "My dear old friend, you really did a great thing. You don't know the Artillery Team?"

How much vitality has the re-emergence of the Quidditch League brought to the Quidditch League——"

"There are tickets and gold." Toby pushed Bagman away and said, "Stop talking nonsense, where are the Longbottoms? Where are they? Why didn't I see them?"

"Uh." The expression on Bagman's face suddenly became a little embarrassed: "You still remember what I said about them being excluded?"

Toby understood that Fudge could not allow these two people to grow and develop in the ministry, and he did not forget to keep an eye on these two people even during his own troubles.

He asked Gjern to stay and continue with the formalities, and then he continued to wander around the Sports Department floor. Soon he discovered the Longbottoms who were discussing matters in the office.

"What do you think about a Gobstone competition next week?"

"Next week? But there is a Cannonball game next week, which will scare away the audience, and don't you plan to go and watch it?"

"Of course I'm going to watch it, but don't worry about Gobstone's competition. This sport is not popular anyway."

"I thought you would like this job." Toby walked into the office and said with a strange look in his eyes: "Why does it sound so perfunctory? You show how hard you worked when you were an Auror."

Frank raised his head. When he saw it was Toby, he smiled and said, "Hard work? No, Gobstone competition doesn't require any hard work."

Alice also said: "Now we all feel that our life is very good and suitable for retirement."

"Retirement care?"

Toby blinked: "Why did it suddenly become a pension? Well, I'm here to give you tickets. Don't forget to come to the game then - although I'm not optimistic about it, Neville will also try to participate.

Selected.”