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The Transvanians still gave some face, and did not give England a shaved head in the opener.

In fact, they almost did it.

Seeing that the English wizard was about to rush over with a wand and give each of them an Arvada to eat a big melon, at a critical moment... the old coach shouted at the goalkeeper:

"How dare you let one ball kill you!"

It is said that the gatekeeper of the bus conductor is very aggrieved:

"I let it go. They can't vote in the vacant seats. What can I do?"

"When you stand by the ball frame, of course people are nervous, you go to the toilet and others are standing behind you, aren't you nervous?!

Roll me twenty meters away from the ball frame! "

So, this scene appeared on the field:

The goalkeeper from Transvania was far from the frame, while the England chaser, after hitting the frame the first time, only made the second.

As the ball entered, the Seeker from Transvania also caught the Golden Snitch.

competition is over!

When the England captain rode the Firebolt to the ground, his eyes were full of confusion and tears.

who I am,

where am I,

Is it our 390-point maddening opponent?

When he saw more than a dozen reporters, and the assistant who rushed over with the camera... It was obviously summer, but his heart was cold but he thought of winter.

How to do?

Lost so badly, what excuse do you make?

In the last World Cup, he was just a younger brother, and the old captain's explanation was... he was not acclimatized to the soil and the whole team had diarrhea.

Yes, not acclimatized! !

Wait...what country is this playing in?

The reporter is less than 200 meters away and is still sprinting at the peak.

As for the security guards and the Aurors, hurry up and block this group of reporters, so that they are not allowed to interview.

who put it in!

Just when the England captain was about to faint for a while to cover up his embarrassment, the team from Transvania rushed over and threw him into the air to celebrate.

"Your sister Merlin!" he roared.

"What are you throwing me for, I'm not on the same team as you guys!"

The reporters are rushing to take pictures... Tomorrow's headline cover is available.

"Go, children."

In the top box, Nico stood up and glanced at the arena. Judging from his years of experience watching football, there will definitely be chaos tonight.

He just saw a large number of England fans burning jerseys.

As everyone descended the fuchsia-carpeted stairs, there was a gruff noise in the night sky.

England fans are besieged. But not from other countries, but from Irish, Scottish and Welsh fans...

England fans are so inflated these days, **** off all kinds of fans.

Now that the game is lost, it's fine if you don't pretend to be dead, and you're still clamoring that it's a fake game.

Kill you scumbags!

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

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Many teachers gathered in the tent of the Ilvermorny School of Magic.

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

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

Since they didn't know each other well, Fudge could close the case.

He knew that the descendants of the American Purgeers were at odds with the Magical Congress of the United States.

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

Well, it's good to say that this person was killed by the purgers, in order to provoke a conflict between the United Kingdom and the United States.

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

When it comes to throwing the blame and making excuses, Fudge is always thinking.

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 Rune professor named Targaryen shook his head.

"You guys look alike." Fudge said with emotion.

"Many people have said this, but I have never seen this famous wizard."

"William is very busy, but we have a good relationship. The next time I see him, I will mention him...you."

Fudge wanted to say something else, but Tonks rushed in in a panic.

"What's the matter, Tonks?!"

Fudge couldn't watch his subordinates make that look right now, because it meant... something happened.

really……

"Mr. Minister, something has happened." Tonks breathed a sigh of relief. "The audience was fighting, surrounded the English players, and wanted to beat them."

I really want to fight!

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

"Immediately send Aurors to stop them, and if they don't stop, they'll all be taken into Azkaban."

Fudge explained and left in a hurry.

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

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

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

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

But the spell passed through that shadow without causing any harm.

Professor Targaryen frowned, staring at the strange shadow.

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

In a vicissitudes of voice, 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, what matters is...what I can help you...get."

Shadow's voice is low, full of magnetism and fascination.

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

"The tone is not small...I want the England national team to win, can you give it to me?"

"..."

Shadow took a deep breath,

"Don't shoot me, it's wise. In this magical world, no one can kill me. If there is, I am very happy."

Shadow's tone was frightening, he sighed:

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

"What do you want from me?" Professor Targaryen interrupted.

"If your answer does not satisfy me, I will immediately find the British Auror.

The key manager just died, you are so sneaky, I think you killed it? ! "

"..."

"Whatever you think..." Shadow suppressed his voice and went straight to the theme:

"Professor, I'm in Ilvermorny, and I've heard your ancient rune class, especially the speculation about powerful ancient magic."

His eyes were fixed on Targaryen's eyes.

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

The young professor who looked very much like Stark sat up straight, and curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"Prehistoric mystery...a bit of a strange name."

Shadow laughed and took the bait.

"The greatest lost power of wizards, and I know where part of that power is hidden." The shadow's voice was filled with pride at the moment.

"I can direct you to it...under certain conditions."

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

Want to recruit me to do things for you? What if I refuse? "

"Don't be too quick to say no, Professor." Shadow laughed.

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

I know you are craving him. Yeah, as a wizard full of curiosity, who could say no?

So, I suggest...consider taking this opportunity seriously before making a decision. "

"Chance?" Targaryen said. "What chance? Help a guy who hides his head and shows his tail?"

"There are many great mysteries in the world, child," sighed the shadow. "Those secrets are beyond your wildest imagination.

These powers are either lost or hidden by powerful wizards.

Maybe in your lifetime it will be revealed to the world.

When the time comes, this power will bring about a great moment of wizard 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...follow me...help me...and gain immortality or wisdom."

Targaryen asked. "Who are you?"

"I used to stay away from death in the name of..." Tom stared at Targaryen.

"From today on, I'm the **** of death!"

Shadow left.

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

No one came out, but a voice sounded.

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

Professor Babbling didn't answer, but said impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

"Want to see... how Tom confuses you."

"Saw?"

"Don't say...he's eloquent, and the flatbread is well drawn, I'm a little moved."

"Then you work with him?"

"Everyone calls it the God of Death... Has anyone cooperated with the God of Death?"

"Why not?" Babu Ling said calmly~lightnovelpub.net~ Really? ' William raised his eyebrows and glanced deeply at Babelin.

"But rather than working with Death... I want to kill him.

Killing the **** of death... that feeling... must be very cool! "

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Chapter seventeen!

Miss beautiful nurse is giving me artificial respiration as the last rescue. )