I swung a sword at Hogwarts

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

"Malfoy?" Espen was stunned.

Inexplicably, a arrogant and beating face appeared in his mind.

"Mr. Malfoy." A voice sounded.

It was Lucius who showed up.

He was dressed gorgeously and looked among the crowd, but did not see John.

"Hello, great honor." Lucius walked away slowly with a proud look on his face.

Everyone flattered him.

The party started soon.

During this time, Aspen became increasingly uneasy.

The heads of various clubs exchanged information about their star players, and some openly or covertly tried to sound out the other clubs' opinions on a certain player.

Just when Aspen was gradually relaxing and feeling that everything was fine.

Lucius came over with a smile on his face, which gave little Handing confidence about his family's oldest club.

'I thought we had, Mr. Puddlemere.'

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

The two people started chatting.

As they chatted, Lucius suddenly asked, "I wonder how Draco's training is going with you?"

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

He had the foresight to recruit the Malfoy son into the team just so that he could talk to Lucius one day.

Aspen, who was named, felt very uncomfortable, with cold sweat on his face.

"Espen?" Little Handing looked at Espen and asked curiously, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no, that's not right. I have a little." He was babbling nonsense and didn't know what to say.

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

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

"By the way, how is Draco doing in the club?" Lucius said softly, "I have acquired three clubs, but he wants to develop his own."

He looked helpless, but couldn't hide his pride.

After all, no one wants their child to be a parasite, even if they have the capital to do so.

Malfoy trained very hard, and even his father had no idea what was going on.

So he hopes someone can reveal it.

But the more this happened, the more Espen couldn't stop shaking.

Later, his appearance made Lucius discover the clue.

Lucius's face turned cold, "Mr. Puddlemere, your captain doesn't seem to be in good condition."

Little Handing opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Then I saw someone coming in from outside.

"Sir Wick."

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

Everyone's attention was focused on the unrealistically young man.

Those high-ranking club leaders were hesitant at this moment, and some were reluctant to go over.

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

"Sir Wick, I'm satisfied that you can come here." Lucius just smiled, but froze at John's next sentence.

"Ah? I was congratulating you on buying a useful club." John smiled sinisterly, looked at the ignorant little Handing, and said, "Draco happens to have no team now, you can let him choose one."

"No, no team?" Lucius was stunned.

Not only him, but also little Handing was stunned.

John pretended to be confused and said, "Puddlemere, why do you look so surprised? Wasn't Draco fired by you?"

"Dismissal?" Lucius' eyes were cold.

"Wait! I know nothing!" Little Handing hurriedly distanced himself from the matter, looked at Espen, and roared, "What did you do behind my back!"

He was now just like Aspen, with cold sweat soaking his back.

Damn, are you kidding me?

I finally managed to intercept Draco Malfoy in advance, but the President of the International Confederation of Wizards told me that he was fired?

As the three big guys watched, Aspen fell to his butt, he couldn't hold on any longer.

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

Aspen told him everything that happened today.

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

They won, but just because the seeker got angry, you fired him?

You want me to die, 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, "Expulsion requires the signature of the person in charge. I didn't even know about it, so it doesn't count as expulsion at all."

"No, it would be difficult for my son to integrate into the ancient Puddlemere United." Lucius sneered, "The Malfoy family has not fallen to the point of relying on others for support."

Little Handing turned pale.

"Lucius." John spoke at this time.

Lucius paused.

John said calmly, "Since Mr. Puddlemere doesn't know, forget it. After all, Draco has done enough practice for the league."

His generous answer delighted little Handing.

Lucius also thought about it and felt that his son’s hard training could not be ruined because of this incident.

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

Little Handing understood. He turned to Aspen without hesitation and roared, "You are fired!"

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

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

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

"Of course." John smiled.

The two men left, and no one paid any attention to little Handing.

Little Handing murmured to himself, "All the efforts are ruined."

He really wanted to execute Rush and Aspen.

All the connections that were finally made are gone.

And there's Draco Malfoy to keep.

...

Chapter 687: Tyrant on the Court, Malfoy's Debut

Two days later.

There were more than twenty kinds of hats laid out before John.

He looked at the hat in front of him that looked like a leprechaun, and he waved his hand, and the hat flew to the side.

Putting a baseball cap on his head, John glanced at the mirror beside him and felt that it didn't suit him very well.

He was dressed in casual clothes and was looking for a hat to match.

Tang Mi picked up a black top hat with a small green and white flag on it.

"How about this one," Tang Mi said, "Silver Hand's new product, the Sheltering Flag Hat."

John took a look, thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you prepare me a cup of black tea."

Tang Mi: “…” Did he say that I have bad taste?

Today is the match between Puddlemere United and Chudley Cannons, and the two teams are neck and neck.

This was also Malfoy's first appearance after joining Puddlemere United.

what?

Isn't he in the reserve team?

It all started with a Seeker who was expelled for drinking and beating up his teammates.

Due to some force majeure reasons, Puddlemere United made a temporary change of players and made a very bold decision to let Malfoy become the seeker.

At the same time, the captaincy was handed over to another Chaser who was more sensible.

Aspen was injured and could only "regrettably" sit on the bench.

This bizarre act of cutting oneself three times before the fight even started left the Chadley artillery team confused.

The captain of the Chudley Artillery expressed his incomprehension but was greatly shocked.

With two main players out of action, isn't that equivalent to them giving up the game?

"In order to please Lucius, little Handing Puddlemire is really decisive."

Putting the tweed wool newsboy cap on his head, John took a look and threw the hat to Tang Mi.

"This one suits you, Tang Mi."

Tang Mi picked it up and put it on. For some reason, he felt it fit him very well.

After putting it on, he lowered the hat to make his eyes look even more fierce and ruthless.

John put a top hat with a white feather on his head, snapped his fingers, and the other hats flew out.

"I think we should go."

Wearing a waistcoat and suit, John pressed his hat.

Tang Mi shrugged and followed John out.

Outside, the owner of the Silver Hand Clothing Store and three pretty female employees were suppressing their excitement with smiles on their faces.

They said respectfully: "Sir Wick, it is an honor to serve you."

The girls put aside their usual frivolous behavior of teasing innocent boys, and they had no profane thoughts towards the king.

"Nice hat," John flicked his hat and chuckled, "I think I'll buy it."

"It's its honor." The boss bowed respectfully.

Tang Mi glanced at the beautiful blue and black silk ladies' hat beside him, glanced at his boss, silently took a big step to the side, took off the hat and pretended nothing had happened.

John looked at him speechlessly. After all, he was an executive of Silver Hand.

Tang Mi silently rubbed his fingers together, indicating that he didn't have a single Nat.

Two people came out of the store and walked towards the portal.

The portal is fixed there and is maintained and inspected on a daily basis by the Ministry of Magic.

"The wizarding world needs a magical technological explosion."