The Scottish Highlands, Loch Lomond shores, the small town of Lass.

Most of the townspeople are elderly, and as the town's only church, Sunday mornings are always the busiest and busiest time of the week, and it is at this time that the empty churches are filled with four or five rows of people.

However, most of the townspeople ignored the middle-aged priest when they prayed, and prayed in a low voice alone.

Benitez belonged to Roman Catholicism, which was strictly two distinct branches of Christianity from the English Puritanism that prevailed in England itself—perhaps with some doctrinal differences, but in real life, both Protestant and Catholic saints often visited the church during worship services.

This is very much in line with the simple position of most believers-

They approve of what God approves, and do not add human conditions to God's judgment.

In the eyes of the old people on the shores of Loch Lomond, the meeting place of Protestants is the Protestant church, regardless of whether the actual owner of the church or the priest of the church believes in Roman Catholicism and Orthodox Christianity.

The church is a place of prayer, as for Father Benitez?

A respectable tool man.

People came one after another, greeted each other, and then left silently after the service, with little more verbal exchange than a nod to Benitez between arrivals and departures.

However, as a priest, Benitez has long been accustomed to this.

“...... Thank you, Lord Jesus, for hearing the prayers of the children before you, in the name of the Lord Christ Jesus, Amen!"

Benitez softly finished his prayer remarks, closed his Bible, and stepped down from the prayer stand.

With the voice of the middle-aged priest, the remaining late elders in the church also finished their prayers one after another, stood up and waved goodbye to Benitez in a friendly manner, took their hats, and walked out of the church with a calm smile.

In less than half a minute, the huge church was empty again.

Apart from Father José Benítez, there was only one old man in a light gray robe.

"You Muggles are really interesting, especially after learning about the wizarding world, I didn't expect you to be able to pray so calmly and persistently every day...... The most interesting thing is that the things you pray for are a little different. ”

The old man said with a grin, closing the newspaper in his hand and looking at the middle-aged man who walked up to him.

"I really don't understand, you would rather believe in gods than magic. ”

"Wizards don't give us bread, but if you show piety in church, when the church's financial situation allows, we clergy will give bread to those in need...... Of course, there are many more reasons......"

Benitez shrugged, sat down next to the old man, looked at the stained glass of the church, and continued.

"Some people want to seek spiritual sustenance, some people want to be helped, and some people want to have an evaluation of the trajectory of their lives...... For me, it was just a job—at the worst of my life, the Brotherhood took me, a guy who had been kicked out by the church priests, sent me to school, and finally became a clergyman. ”

If there really is a god, then he must be someone around us, not a statue of some doctrine. It's not that we don't believe in magic, it's that it doesn't mean anything to those of us who don't have talent. ”

Benitez looked at the old wizard sitting beside him, scratched his cheek, and sighed helplessly.

"Well, Mr. Apocaris, what is causing trouble with Elena again? You don't just come to talk to me, do you?"

"Elena, she's been very obedient lately, and now ...... Well, I guess I should play Quidditch on the pitch. ”

Grindelwald took out his pocket watch from his breast pocket and glanced at it, and replied casually.

Then, before Benitez could speak again, the old wizard raised the newspaper in his hand.

"I'm actually here for you this time, Mr. Benitez, do you have any plans to change to a new job?"

"Huh, a change of job?"

Benitez took the newspaper from the old wizard's hand and glanced at it.

English Premier League – Pay TV, Greed, Innovation?

It's the most striking headline on the front page, and Benitez doesn't have to flip it to know what he's talking about.

With the official start of the Premier League last month, this controversial and bold pay-TV match has been hot in the newspapers for almost a month, whether it is a federation or an unprecedented televised broadcast...... People watched as critics criticized the greedy league and excitedly discussed the wonderful, high-quality ballgames.

And under such social heat, the Premier League and Sky TV have added a lot of marketing while the iron is hot.

Advertising, League Managers, Scouts, Venue Security Teams......

In the worst of the Great Depression, the new league swelled like a meteor flying backwards, and the booming jobs gave the British government a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Apokalis, but I'm not going to apply for these positions......"

Benitez shook his head, folded the newspaper and handed it back to the old wizard, and said with a smile.

"Maybe these jobs will pay a little more than being a priest and the prospects will be much better, but then I won't be able to take care of the children. Besides, a guy like me is still suitable for being a priest, and I can't do too complicated work. ”

"Oh, but I heard the girl say that you don't really like to see that...... Hmm, a football game?"

Grindelwald didn't stretch out his hand, but looked at Benitez with some curiosity.

"Young man, don't be too anxious to refuse. You haven't even listened to me yet, how do you know what my advice is? If you can't afford to work as a priest, wouldn't it be nice to have a proper part-time job......?

"Mr. Apocalis, you really don't need to, you don't know a lot about the Muggle world......"

Benitez sighed helplessly, rubbed his forehead, and patiently explained.

In the course of the summer vacation, he encountered problems like this too many times, and the old wizard from the "opposite world" obviously lacked a lot of basic social knowledge, and in the eyes of the old man, magic seemed to be omnipotent.

“...... For example, the chairman of the English Premier League, what do you think of this position?"

“...... Job requirements and—huh?"

Before Benitez could finish his words, he looked at the old man next to him with some confusion.

"Doesn't that sound good? I think it's a little too simple, then, CEO -- this has to be in public, right?"

Grindelwald looked at a document and muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"By the way, José, which job name do you personally prefer? You see, we wizards alone can't figure out the twists and turns in your Muggle company. But the group and the bank have invested so much money in it, someone has to watch it, right?"

"Well, you're not trying to say—"

The corners of Benitez's eyes twitched, and his gaze swept quickly over a subheadline in the newspaper.

Who is the Premier League's number one mystery investor?

Something extremely absurd, but it seemed to be gradually reflected in reality, little by little came to the middle-aged man's mind, and his gaze began to drift uncontrollably towards the contract full of words in the old man's hand.

"Oh, I seem to have forgotten to tell you, Gringotts Wizarding Bank is now the absolute controlling owner of this football league. ”

Grindelwald glanced at the middle-aged priest beside him, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said lightly.

"And our lovely Miss Elena Kaslana is the current Empress of Gringotts Wizarding Bank...... In the true sense, you can mobilize funds at any time, carry out various investments and financial transactions, and be absolutely in control. ”

"Sorry, ahem...... Mr. Apokalis, your story is a bit too of-hmm-"

Benitez patted his cheek and shook his head with a wry smile.

"All in all, think about it, Mr. Benitez. ”

Grindelwald put down the papers in his hand, stood up and patted José Benitez on the shoulder.

"If nothing else, those Muggle managers, officials, are almost already on their way over, and you have about a day to think about it, and there's their contact information at the back, and I'm sure you'll be able to use that...... Hmm, phone. ”

"Uh, no, it's ......"

Benitez looked at the stack of papers in his hand with some confusion.

Except for an empty signature, it looks like it's a real letter of appointment and a power of attorney.

"It's just the beginning, Mr. Benitez, look at it and study it. ”

Grindelwald grinned meaningfully.

"In our other world, Elena is also planning to make the 'Quidditch League' an alliance, but due to a lack of relevant experience and professional talents, it can only be put on hold for the time being - haven't you always wanted to see that world? I think that with this work experience, the Ministry of Magic's review will be much easier......"

"Oh, by the way, there's a young man named Frang coming over later, and that's the personal assistant that the girl has arranged for you. ”

Grindelwald blinked nimbly and added casually.

"Rest assured, he's a trained negotiator. With his help, I'm sure you should be able to get through the conversations with the Muggle managers and adjust to your new identity in a relatively short period of time - even if there is a problem that can't be solved, he should ask for help - and of course, you can write to the girl for more details. ”

The old wizard picked up the hat in his left hand, raised it gracefully, and said with a smile.

"So, happy weekend? ”

Syllable.

The next moment, Grindelwald directly apparitioned and left the church.

"Huh, wait—I didn't promise that!"

Benitez looked at the empty church and cried out in annoyance.

It's been so long, why hasn't this stubborn old wizard given up on this matter yet?!

But......

Benitez rubbed his temples with mixed emotions as he looked at the stack of papers piled up on the edge of the old man's seat in front of him.

Didn't Elena's little girl go to a magic school to study, why did she only study for a year, but she quietly became the owner of some wizard bank, and even took a stake in a company in the Premier League...... It's simply ......

Looks like he's going to have to talk to the kid this Christmas.

............

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts School auditorium.

"Hey, Dani, you need to eat more—flying in the sky is quite physically demanding. ”

Hannah spread a thick layer of strawberry jam on the bread slices and handed it to the plate in front of Danilova.

The Quidditch test at Hogwarts is not an easy task, and as each person has different positions and talents, it is common to test them all in the relevant flying position in order to maximize their potential.

For example, as Hufflepuff's star rookie this year, Hannah will have to participate in all the tests except for the Seeker.

"Almost, Hannah, are you trying to get Dani to spit on the broom?"

Luna gave Hannah a rare glance and said angrily.

"Besides, our freshman team is already in front of all the teams, and if you eat less, maybe you can make yourself more flexible in the sky, and not everyone eats more and performs better like you and Elena do. ”

"If I suggest, it's better to pack some food and go to the court, they're going to be tired today-"

Hermione put down the Quidditch Weekly in her hand and said with some seriousness.

"After all the teams have been formed, the freshman team will have a qualifying tournament against a random team of returning graduates – although it is a teaching nature, it is not excluded that they will be disqualified due to poor performance. ”

"Qualifying? Why haven't I heard of this?"

Hannah frowned, his sausage dangling in the air, and looked at Hermione suspiciously.

On the girl's chest was a gleaming silver "A", which was the emblem of the Hogwarts Freshman team.

Compared to the other wizards who were still waiting to be examined, Hermione Granger was the first student to confirm the team, but she was the head coach of the Hogwarts freshman team, not the player who flew on the field.

"It's normal because it was decided only on the fly this morning...... Haven't you heard that Ravenclaw College is withdrawing?"

Elena said nonchalantly, putting down the half-eaten honey bread and taking a large sip of hot milk.

"They don't seem to be able to get the minimum number of participants, so instead of having an extra place as last year, the freshmen will compete as an official team in the Quidditch House Cup...... As a result, Lady Hooch and Professor Dumbledore seem to be considering whether or not to open up teams in Hogwarts. ”

"Of course, if the freshmen are really bad...... Then maybe the graduates will be asked to fill the vacancies temporarily. ”

Elena said as she snorted towards the Gryffindor table next door.

"Charlie Weasley of Gryffindor, if nothing else, Luna, your opponent today should be him...... As for the position of the other graduates, I don't know very well, the only thing I know is that they are not bad flyers, and they have been the main players of the Quidditch teams of the various houses when they were in school...... But don't worry, their team has a lot more problems than yours. ”

"Because of the combination of the four courtyards, I understand......"

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and whispered.

As the first Appointed Head Coach of the freshman team, or the whole of Hogwarts, the final match-up of the day tested more than just the freshmen – if she didn't get a good answer, she would be disqualified.

Ever since hearing the news from Elena, she's been thinking about how to fight against an all-star team.

Now, though, she seems to have some ideas.

All that's left is to go to the Quidditch pitch later, see how the other freshmen perform, and how well they execute and understand tactics, and then make the next arrangements - Quidditch is never a one-man game.

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