I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Walking into the Malfoy Manor, Little Handing couldn't help but sigh: "He is worthy of being the Malfoy of the first ancient clan."

"Malfoy?" Aspen was stunned.

An arrogant face that deserved a beating appeared in his mind for no apparent reason.

"Mr. Malfoy," the voice said.

It was Lucius who showed up.

He was dressed richly, and his eyes searched the crowd, but he didn't see John.

"Your Majesty is here." Lucius walked down slowly with a proud face.

Everyone was also flattering.

The party started soon.

During this time Aspen became increasingly uneasy.

The heads of various clubs communicated with each other about their star players, and some openly or covertly tested the other club's views on a certain player.

Just when Aspen was gradually relaxing and feeling okay.

Lucius came over with a smile on his face, giving little Hunding confidence in his oldest club.

"Mr. Puddlemere, I think we have met."

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

The two started chatting.

While chatting, Lucius suddenly asked: "I wonder how Draco's training at your place is going?"

"Master Malfoy is very good, isn't he, Aspen." Little Handin said with a smile.

He had very discerningly recruited the Malfoy son into the team just so that one day he could strike up a conversation with Lucius.

Aspen was on pins and needles after being named, his face covered with cold sweat.

"Aspen?" Little Handin glanced at Aspen and asked strangely, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, no, no, I have a little bit." He was rambling and didn't know what to say.

Little Handin looked confused, and Lucius said generously: "It's okay, I think I'm just a little nervous."

"It doesn't matter, you are Draco's captain, just treat me as your elder." Lucius looked very kind.

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

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

After all, no one wants their child to be a gnawing old man, even if they have the capital to gnaw.

Malfoy was training hard, and as an old father, he didn't know the situation.

So he wanted someone to reveal it.

But the more this happened, the more Aspen couldn't stop trembling.

When he got to the back, his appearance made Lucius notice the clues.

Lucius's face turned cold, "Mr. Puddlemere, your captain doesn't seem to be in the right state."

Little Handing opened his mouth and was about to speak.

I saw someone coming in outside.

"Sir Wick."

Aspen was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Lucius' attention was diverted.

Everyone's attention was focused on that ridiculously young person.

The high-ranking club leaders were hesitant at the moment, some of them not daring to go there.

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

"Sir Wick, I am satisfied that you can come here." As soon as Lucius smiled, he froze at John's next words.

"Ah? I'm congratulating you that the club you bought is useful." John smiled sinisterly, looked at the confused little Han Ding, and said: "Draco happens to have no team now, you can let him pick one."

"No, no team?" Lucius was stunned.

Not only him, but also Xiao Handing was stunned.

John pretended to be confused and said: "Pudmere, why do you look so surprised? Didn't Draco get expelled by you?"

"Expelled?" Lucius's eyes were filled with chills.

"Wait! I don't know anything!" Little Handing hurriedly distanced himself from the relationship, looked at Aspen, and roared, "What did you do behind my back!"

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

Nima, are you playing with me?

I finally intercepted Draco Malfoy in advance, but the president of the International Confederation of Wizards told me that he had been expelled?

Aspen fell down under the watchful eyes of the three bosses. He couldn't hold himself any longer.

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

Aspen recounted what happened today.

Little Handin almost wanted to take out his wand and cast a death spell on him.

Someone wins, and you fire him just because the Seeker is angry?

You want me to die, right?

"Very good, very good." Lucius clapped his hands and sneered, "I think Puddlemere United is really good."

He turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Malfoy," Little Handin hurriedly chased after him. "Expulsion requires the signature of the person in charge. I didn't know that. It doesn't count as expulsion at all."

"No need, it will be difficult for my son to integrate into the ancient Puddlemere United." Lucius sneered, "The Malfoy family has not declined to the point of being dependent on others."

Little Handing turned pale.

"Lucius." John spoke at this time.

Lucius stopped.

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

His generous answer made Xiao Handing happy.

Lucius also thought about it. 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 Handin understood, and without hesitation he turned to Aspen and roared: "You're fired!"

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

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

Lucius stared at him for a while and said to John: "Can I invite you for a drink, Mr. Wick?"

"Of course." John smiled.

The two people left, and no one paid attention to Xiao Handing.

Little Handing murmured to himself: "All efforts are ruined."

He really wanted Rush and Aspen executed.

All the lines I finally managed to connect were gone.

And Draco Malfoy had to be provided for.

…

Chapter 687 Tyrant of the Stadium, Malfoy’s debut

Two days later.

There are more than twenty kinds of hats placed in front of John.

He studied the hat that resembled an Irish leprechaun in front of him. He waved his hand and the hat flew to the side.

Putting a peaked cap on his head, John glanced at the mirror next to him and felt that it didn't suit him.

He was dressed in casual clothes and 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," Tang Mi said, "Silver Hand's new product, the Shelter Flag Hat."

John glanced at it, thought for a while and said, "How about you prepare a cup of black tea for me."

Tang Mi: "..." Did he say that I have bad taste?

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

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

What?

Isn't he a reserve team?

This started with a Seeker who was fired for drinking and beating a teammate.

Due to some force majeure reasons, the Puddlemere United team made a temporary change and made a very bold decision to make Malfoy the seeker.

At the same time, the captain's position is handed over to another chaser who understands the general situation.

Aspen was injured and had to sit on the bench "unfortunately".

This bizarre method of cutting three times before starting a fight made the Chudli Artillery Team confused.

The captain of the Chadli Artillery Corps expressed his incomprehension, but was greatly shocked.

With the two main players offline, aren't they equivalent to abstaining from this game?

"In order to please Lucius, young Handin Puddlemere is really decisive."

Putting a tweed wool newsboy hat on his head, John looked at it and threw the hat to Tang Mi.

"This is suitable for you, Tang Mi."

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

After putting it on, he lowered the hat, making his eyes more fierce and ruthless.

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

"I think we should go."

Wearing a vest suit, John pressed his hat.

Tang Mi shrugged and followed John out.

Outside, the owner of Silver Hand Clothing Store and three beautiful female employees smiled and suppressed their excitement.

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

The girls put away their usual frivolity in teasing innocent boys. They had no blasphemous thoughts towards this king.

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

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

Tang Mi glanced at the beautiful blue and black silk lady's hat on the side, glanced at his boss, silently took a big step to the side, took off the hat and pretended to be nonchalant.

John glanced at him speechlessly. After all, he was also a senior executive of Silver Hand.

Tang Mi silently made a gesture of rubbing his fingers, indicating that he didn't have a single Knut.

The two people came out of the store and walked towards the portal.

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

"The wizarding world needs an explosion of magical technology."