"It is indeed the most spectacular coastline in the world..."
Elena sighed as she walked. Although she had traveled near the Jurassic Coast in her previous life, compared to the tourist destinations that had already been developed and planned fixed routes, the empty coastline today has a different style.
Compared with the vastness of nature, the giant stadium built on the cliff does not have much shocking effect.
There was a faint whistling sound in the sky, and Elena and the others raised their heads.
Four or five wizards flying broomsticks are flying freely between the open sea and sky. As the only area in Dorset where you can fly without restraint, many Quidditch enthusiasts will choose to bring their broomsticks here.
Play.
However, compared to weekends, the number of wizards playing nearby at this time is obviously much smaller.
"Quidditch is really an elegant national sport..."
Elena raised her head, looked at the wizards who were clumsily passing the ball in the sky, and sighed.
There is no doubt that these people wandering on the edge of the Quidditch pitch are definitely not official Quidditch league players. Due to the Ministry of Magic's regulations prohibiting individuals from building private Quidditch pitches, they can only hold ghosts in the nearby sky.
Fly ball for your own entertainment.
Even so, judging from their smiling faces, it's great to be able to pass the ball and fly as much as they want.
Unfortunately……
In a few hours, this situation will no longer exist.
Because the national team training in the [Jurassic Quidditch Stadium] is about to begin, in order to ensure the confidentiality of tactics, the person in charge of the British Quidditch National Team will clear the surrounding sky of wizards in advance.
Even though the England Quidditch national team has been at the bottom of the standings in the past few years, and the only time they entered the global finals in the past century was five or six games ago, this cannot stop them from still maintaining a strong reputation.
With the desire to win the global championship, no matter what, they are the only traditional Wizards team in the league that has not hired foreign players.
Although according to Mrs. Scamander, this kind of persistence is a bit too naive in today's international Quidditch arena.
Along with Tina Scamander's explanation, the girls walked along the grove covered with greenery on the edge of the coastline, and came to the side of the magnificent Quidditch pitch, with a building extending from the edge of the wall.
The masonry house has an elaborate black paint sign hanging at the entrance - [General Office of the British National Quidditch Team].
Boom, boom, boom!
Tina knocked on the ajar office door with her fingers.
"Please come in." A hoarse and tired male voice came from the door.
Watching Tina Scamander push in the door, and the little witches following her who were carrying broomsticks and looking around, the one sitting behind the desk was wearing a suit with a golden snitch pattern.
The middle-aged wizard frowned slightly.
"Sorry, now is not the time for the stadium to be visited by the public."
"Mr. Dunn, they are not tourists here. You should have received a letter from Professor Dumbledore, right? These three children are the ones Professor Dumbledore said. They will have a summer trial with you in the next month.
trained students.”
Tina Scamander explained with a smile, and the letter of introduction in her hand slowly floated to the desk.
Brandon Dunn glanced at the letter left on his desk, and then at the little Hogwarts witches standing behind Scamander, with a look of helplessness on his face.
He sighed lightly and nodded.
"Yes, there is such a thing. But I originally thought, okay, okay..."
According to Du En's original idea, these geniuses who were highly recommended by Hogwarts and won this year's Hogwarts Quidditch Cup. The geniuses who Dumbledore did not hesitate to lose face and go out of their way to cultivate relationships should at least have strong arms.
A fierce and capable athlete.
However, what appeared in front of him now was a group of weak little girls who looked like they would cry for a long time if they were punched.
There is even a little pudding who is estimated to be only about 1.2 meters tall. No matter how good a flyer is, if it is touched by a Bludger, he will probably quit the game in tears, let alone any training.
There is no doubt that these three little guys who were forced by Dumbledore are not so much the stars of the future who are trying out as reserve youth training seed players for the British Quidditch national team; it is better to say that the old wizard is using his own
Because of their influence, they were sent to participate in the summer camp of the British Quidditch National Team where all the stars gathered, and by the way, they secretly came to have close contact with the stars.
After sizing up the cute little witches, Brandon Dunn rubbed his forehead with a headache.
No matter where you are, privileges and favors are inevitable. Not to mention the strength of the families behind these children, just the fact that Dumbledore personally wrote a letter recommending them is enough to dispel all the management's thoughts of rejecting them.
Summer camp is just summer camp. Having such cute little girls around can also improve the training effect.
However, if this is the case, some subsequent arrangements may need to be adjusted accordingly.
"Welcome to Jurassic, I'm the team's head coach and groundskeeper, Brandon Dunn."
Brandon Dunn stood up, walked to the desk, briefly introduced himself, and then continued after thinking for a while.
"As for your situation, Professor Dumbledore has already told me in advance in his letter. I will issue you a one-month entry and exit permit later. As long as it does not disturb the normal training of those young men, if you want to chat, you can
No one will stop you from signing autographs, flying around, or shopping."
"Of course, if you are particularly interested in the national team's training and Quidditch, you can also watch from the side. When those great guys are not training, you can also fly into the sky and participate in some simple relaxing games..."
"...Onlookers? Want autographs? Small games?"
Elena was stunned for a moment and glanced at the middle-aged wizard in front of her with a strange expression.
After Brandon Dunn said his first welcome speech, she vaguely understood the man's thoughts - obviously, in the opinion of the Dunn coach, the three of them should be here to participate in Quidditch.
Children having fun at summer camp.
On the other hand, judging from Mrs. Scamander's expression, it seems that she thinks so too.
Hmm... In other words, the information is not completely symmetrical?
Elena nodded slightly, a thoughtful look flashed in her eyes.
In this case, maybe she can spend more time in Newt Scamander's cabin to learn about magical animals, instead of wasting time in Quetzalcoatl like Old Carrot's plan.
On Diqi.
However, before Elena could figure out how to perform next, in order to get more free time.
"that……"
At this moment, Hannah Abbott suddenly stood up, raised her hand timidly, and asked crisply.
"Mr. Duen, I'm sorry to interrupt you. Haven't you seen or read about our games in school in the newspaper? What I mean is that we are actually stronger than you think.
…”
"The game at Hogwarts? Oh, yes...the competition for the Quidditch House Cup is indeed a wonderful experience."
Brandon Dunn smiled and shook his head, bent slightly, looked at Hannah and answered patiently.
"But when you reach my age and a professional level like me, you will understand that compared to those games in schools, any match in the professional arena can reflect things and the level of excitement.
Not of the same magnitude. Oh, I believe you must be very good at flying, but before that..."
Having said this, Brandon Dunn raised his palm, placed it a little above Elena's stupid hair standing aside, made a slight gesture, and explained softly with a half-joking tone and a smile.
road.
"You need to grow taller, otherwise, you can't even touch the ball. My dear little one..."
"...???"
Elena, who was still deep in thought, subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the palm above her head.
Grow taller?!
little guy?!
Also! What does this hand mean?!
Elena, who originally planned to coexist peacefully and hide her strength and bide her time, put all the plans in her mind aside in an instant.
Don't be angry, don't be angry. You have to remain a lady at this time. Fighting and killing won't solve the problem. Now she needs to maintain a gentle and lovely persona in front of Ms. Tina Scamander... What the hell!
This is all bullied to the point of stupidity!
Snapped!
Elena forcefully slapped away the big hand hanging above her head, took a half step back, her slightly cute eyes instantly became cold and sharp, took a deep breath, and looked at that person expressionlessly.
A middle-aged wizard who is still rubbing his hands.
"1v1, or 3v3, or all of you together... choose one!"
Elena narrowed her eyes, raised the broomstick in her hand and pointed it at the middle-aged wizard's nose.
Dozens of shining silver star emblems surround the end of the broom handle, like a string of rotating asteroid belts.
"Times have changed, Mr. Brendan Dunn! In future Quidditch matches, height is the most meaningless statistic - stop talking nonsense, let's just have a small match, and I'll tell you
, what is Hogwarts Quidditch!"
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Meanwhile, Hogwarts Castle, the Headmaster's office.
After finally settling the group of former Soviet scientists, "Dumbledore" returned to the castle and skillfully opened the door to the principal's office and glanced at the man who had been sitting at the principal's desk for some time and was opening an envelope.
Dumbledore.
"How can someone actually write to you directly? Haven't you already hidden your name?"
Grindelwald casually teased the phoenix squatting on the bird stand and asked casually.
"Oh, it seems to be Newt. He wrote to me...um...this..."
Dumbledore replied without raising his head, scanning the contents of the letter, and suddenly fell into silence.
"Huh?! Scamander? Didn't you just come back from him?"
Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Grindelwald quickly raised his eyebrows, left the phoenix bird stand, and walked behind Dumbledore.
Immediately afterwards, Grindelwald leaned down and carefully read the contents of the letter in the old man's hand. A half-smile appeared on his face. After thinking for a few seconds, he chuckled and used his unique slow tone.
Said softly.
"It turned out to be a request for help. It was written off... Tsk. After all these years, he is still your favorite student, right?"
"Gale, I can't hide Elena's matter from Newt. As a guide, he has the right to know..."
Dumbledore coughed slightly, pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, and explained calmly.
Before the Headmaster of Hogwarts could finish speaking, the first-generation Dark Lord snorted and spoke slowly.
"Albus, if you don't want me to write to the child to tell you that you betrayed her, I think you should agree to Scamander's request and send the lovely big dog over as soon as possible - as for the reply, you dictate it,
I'll write it for you."
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