The trip to Mogmod was over.
After taking a group photo with his classmates, Klein returned to the England Quidditch Representative Team headquarters.
He had thought he'd be able to enjoy a few relatively peaceful months. But the very next day after he got back, he met someone special—an "old friend" who held a deep grudge against him.
"So this is the England Quidditch Representative Team headquarters?"
He had to admit, compared with the Bulgaria Quidditch Representative Team headquarters, the England Quidditch Representative Team headquarters was much more impressive.
Viktor Krum felt envious and couldn't help pouting.
"Welcome to England!"
Manager William greeted the Bulgarian Representative Team at the headquarters' entrance.
His gaze swept over the team's burly players, then lingered on Krum's face for a few seconds. He gave him an exceptionally warm smile.
"Come on in and warm up. Our players have been waiting for ages."
"Waiting to get thrashed by me?"
Before the Bulgarian Team Leader could speak, Krum suddenly sneered, instantly ruining the otherwise friendly atmosphere.
"Krum!"
The Bulgarian Team Leader rebuked him sharply.
But Krum merely raised an eyebrow, looking completely defiant.
"He's just a child who doesn't know any better. Please don't take it to heart, Mister William."
Seeing the team's talented Seeker being so disrespectful, the Bulgarian Team Leader could only feel helpless.
Though he was the nominal leader and coach, his actual standing on the team was nowhere near that of this Seeker.
Geniuses always got special privileges!
"Not at all. He's just a child, haha."
Manager William had dealt with Viktor Krum before and knew what kind of young man he was. Before Krum had joined the Bulgaria Quidditch Representative Team, William had tried to poach him for England.
Unfortunately, he'd failed.
But that was precisely why, by a twist of