"One of the most spectacular coastlines in the world......"

Elena sighed as she walked, although she had traveled near the Jurassic Coast in her previous life, compared to the travel mecca that had been developed and planned with a fixed path at that time, the empty coastline now has a different style.

Compared to the vastness of nature, the giant stadium built on the cliff is not too shocking.

There was a faint sound of wind swishing in the sky, and Elena and the others raised their heads.

Four or five wizards with broomsticks fly freely between the open sea and the sky, and as the only area within Dorset where you can fly uncontrollably, many Quidditch enthusiasts choose to bring their own broomsticks to play.

It's just that the number of wizards playing around at this time is significantly lower than on weekends.

"Quidditch is an elegant sport for all......"

Elena looked up, looked at the wizards who were clumsily passing the ball in the sky, and sighed.

There is no doubt that these people hovering on the edge of the Quidditch pitch will definitely not be official Quidditch League players, and due to the Ministry of Magic's ban on private construction of Quidditch pitches, they can only entertain themselves with Quidditch balls in the nearby skies.

Even so, judging by the smiles on their faces, it's great to be able to pass and fly to their heart's content.

It's a pity......

In a few hours, that will no longer be the case.

Because the national team training in the [Jurassic Quidditch Stadium] is about to begin, in order to ensure the secrecy of the tactics, the head of the British Quidditch national team will clear the wizards in the surrounding sky in advance.

Even though the England Quidditch national team has been at the bottom of the table for the past few years, and the only time they have reached the World Finals in the past 100 years has been five or six tournaments back, this does not stop them from maintaining their heart to win the world championship, and in any case, they are the only traditional wizarding team in the league that has not hired foreign players so far.

Although, according to Mrs. Scamander, this insistence is a bit naïve in today's international Quidditch arena.

With Tina Scamander's explanation, the girls walked along the leafy groves at the edge of the coastline to the majestic Quidditch pitch, where a masonry house stretched out from the edge of the wall, and at the entrance hung an elaborate black lacquer sign - [General Office of the British Quidditch National Team].

Knock, knock, knock!

Tina snapped her fingers and knocked on the half-hidden office door.

"Please come in. A hoarse and tired male voice came from inside the door.

Tina Scamander pushed the door open and followed behind her by the little witches with broomsticks on their backs and looking around, the middle-aged wizard sitting behind the desk in a golden snitch frowned slightly.

"Sorry, it's not time to visit the stadium. ”

"Mr. Doon, they're not tourists, you should have received a letter from Professor Dumbledore, right? These three children are what Professor Dumbledore said would be the students who will be on your summer tryout for the next month. ”

Tina Scamander explained with a smile, the letter of introduction in her hand slowly drifting towards her desk.

Brandon Doon glanced at the letters that had fallen on his desk, and then at the Hogwarts witches standing behind Scamander, a look of helplessness appeared on his face, and he sighed softly and nodded.

"Yes, there is such a thing. It's just that I thought, okay, okay......"

According to Doon's original thoughts, this group of talents highly recommended by Hogwarts, who won this year's Hogwarts Quidditch Cup, and Dumbledore did not hesitate to lose face and deliberately take the relationship, should at least be strong arms, fierce and capable athletes.

However, what appeared in front of him now was a group of little girls who were soft and weak, and it seemed that they would cry for a long time when they punched down.

There is even a small pudding whose height is estimated to be about 1.2 meters, even if this kind of small point flies well, as long as it is touched by a Bludger, I am afraid that it will directly cry and quit the game, let alone any training.

There is no doubt that the three little guys who were forcibly stuffed by Dumbledore are not so much the stars of tomorrow who try out as reserve youth seeders for the British Quidditch national team, but the little fan girls who used their influence to send the star-studded British Quidditch national team to participate in the summer camp and sneak in close contact with the stars by the way.

Glancing at the cute little witches, Brandon Doon rubbed his forehead with a bit of a headache.

No matter where they are, privilege and personal favors are inevitable, not to mention the strength of the family behind these children, the mere fact that Dumbledore personally wrote a letter recommending it was enough to dispel all management from wanting to refuse.

Summer camp is summer camp, with so many cute little girls on the side, it can also improve some training effect.

However, if this is the case, some subsequent arrangements may have to be adjusted accordingly.

"Welcome to Jurassic, I'm the team's head coach and stadium manager, Brandon Doon. ”

Brandon Doon stood up, walked over to his desk, briefly introduced himself, thought for a moment and continued.

"Professor Dumbledore has already told me in advance about your situation, and I will issue you a one-month entry and exit permit later, as long as you don't disturb the normal training of those young men, you want to chat, ask for autographs, or just fly around and stroll, no one will stop you. ”

"Of course, if you're particularly interested in training with the national team and Quidditch, you can also watch from the sidelines. When those awesome guys are training, you can also fly into the sky and participate in some simple relaxation games......"

“...... Spectators, autographs, mini-games?"

Elena was slightly stunned, and glanced at the middle-aged wizard in front of her with a strange expression.

From Brandon Doon's first welcome speech, she vaguely understood the man's thoughts - it was clear that in the eyes of the Doon manager, the three of them should be the children who had come here for a trip to the Quidditch summer camp.

On the other hand, judging by Mrs. Scamander's expression, it seems that she thinks so too.

Not...... That is, the information is not completely symmetrical?

Elena nodded slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

In that case, maybe she could spend more time in Newt Scamander's hut and learn about magical beasts, rather than wasting her time on Quidditch, as Old Radish had planned.

However, before Elena could figure out what to do next, in order to get more free time.

"The ......"

At this moment, Hannah Abbott suddenly stood up, raised her hand timidly, and asked crisply.

"Mr. Doon, excuse me, for a moment's interruption. Haven't you watched, or read in the newspapers, about our games at school? I mean, we're actually ...... better than you think."

"Hogwarts games? Oh, yes...... The competition for the Quidditch House Cup was indeed a wonderful experience. ”

Brandon Doon smiled and shook his head, bent down slightly, looked at Hannah and patiently replied.

"But when you're my age, when I'm at this level of professionalism, I understand that compared to those games in school, any confrontation in the professional arena, what can be reflected in it, the degree of excitement, is not of an order of magnitude. Oh, I'm sure you'll fly well, but before that......"

With that, Brandon Doon raised his palm and placed it a little above Elena's hair, who was standing beside him, and gestured lightly, explaining softly with a smile in a half-joking tone.

"You need to grow a little taller, or you won't even be able to touch the ball. Dear little ......"

“......？？？”

Elena, who was still pondering, subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the palm that was lying above her head.

Growing taller?!

Little?!

What does this hand mean?!

Originally planning to coexist peacefully, Elena instantly put all the plans in her mind behind.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, at this time to remain ladylike, fighting and killing will not solve the problem, she now needs to maintain a gentle and lovely character in front of Ms. Tina Scamander...... What a fart!

This is all bullied to the point of stupidity!

Syllable!

Elena slapped away the big hand hanging above her head, took a half step back slightly, her originally slightly cute eyes instantly became cold and sharp, she took a deep breath, and looked at the middle-aged wizard who was still rubbing her hands expressionlessly.

"1v1, or 3v3, or all of you together...... Take your pick!"

Elena narrowed her eyes and raised her broomstick to the middle-aged wizard's nose.

Dozens of silver star emblems surround the end of the broomstick, like a rotating asteroid belt.

"Times have changed, Mr. Brandon Doon, and height will be the most meaningless statistic in future Quidditch matches - without further ado, let's go straight to a small match, and I'll tell you what a Hogwarts Quidditch is!"

......

Meanwhile, Hogwarts Castle, the Headmaster's Office.

Finally settled the group of former Soviet scientists, returned to the castle "Dumbledore" skillfully opened the door of the headmaster's office, and looked at the Dumbledore who had been sitting at the headmaster's desk at some point, opening the envelope.

"Someone can write to you directly? Haven't you already hidden your name?"

Grindelwald casually teased the phoenix squatting on the bird's rack and asked casually.

"Oh, it seems to be Newt, he wrote to me...... Not...... This ......"

Dumbledore replied without looking up, his eyes scanning the contents of the letter, and suddenly fell silent.

"Hmmmander, didn't you just come back from him?"

Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Grindelwald quickly raised his eyebrows, left the phoenix birdstand, and walked behind Dumbledore.

Immediately afterwards, Grindelwald leaned down, carefully looked at the contents of the letter in the old man's hand, and a look that seemed to be a smile appeared on his face, and after thinking for a few seconds, he laughed and whispered in his unique slow and logical tone.

"It turned out to be a request for help, a write-off...... Tut. After all these years, he's still your favorite student?"

"Gail, I can't hide it from Newt in the matter of Elena, as a guide to this, he has the right to know ......"

Dumbledore coughed lightly, pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, and explained calmly.

Before the Headmaster of Hogwarts could finish speaking, the original Dark Lord snorted softly and spoke slowly.

"Albus, if you don't want me to write to the boy that you betrayed her, I think you should accede to Scamander's request to send the big sweet dog over as soon as possible—as for the reply, you dictate it, and I'll write it for you. ”

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Goo ~ Cute Elena begging for a refill ~ Asking for a monthly pass ~

If the above two are wooden, then the new UP master "half a round-faced fat chicken" ~ humble and ask for three ~ ~