To be honest, being a Quidditch star was far more popular than being a recipient of the Order of Merlin.
Klein gave a lazy wave to the crowd, then looked toward his opponents that evening: the Estonia Quidditch Representative Team.
It was as if they'd never played in such a hostile away stadium before. Listening to the cheers all around them, the seven poor Estonians had already turned ashen.
"Both teams are in position. Let's release the Golden Snitch!"
The two commentators' excited voices boomed over the crowd through the magical equipment. The referee unlocked the brass case, and a streak of gold shot into the sky.
The match was on!
"Whoosh!"
Fourteen brooms shot into the air like rockets.
Judging by speed alone, the deep-pocketed England team had the edge. Fourteen custom-made Firebolts, including the substitutes' brooms, were nothing to scoff at.
"With the home advantage, the England Representative Team have the first attack. Estonia are settling into defense, just as usual. The ball is with Klein!"
The battle began. Gasol and the others instinctively took up positions around Klein, above, below, and to either side, leaving the main attack to him.
Klein didn't hesitate. He charged straight toward Estonia's defensive formation with the ball.
Here he comes!
It was the England Quidditch Representative Team's signature one-on-one strategy!
The Estonian Quidditch players tensed.
Ever since the Quidditch prodigy Klein Grindelwald had burst onto the scene, every Quidditch Representative Team had been studying England's tactics day in and day out.
But after all that research—and a whole book full of analysis—they'd come up with only two words:
"Star Player."
It wasn't that England's tactics were unbeatable. Klein Grindelwald was.
Anyone faster than him lacked his skill, and anyone more skilled than him lacked his speed.
On top of that, the