They had won, and it had been an easy victory.
Klein didn't accept the Post-match Interview. He greeted the coach, picked up his broom, and walked straight back to the waiting area, leaving the crowd and reporters with nothing but his carefree retreating figure.
Well, what could you do? He was the team's hero.
The fans and reporters adored Klein so much that, aside from calls for him to stay, there wasn't a single boo. The cheers never let up.
Gasol and the others felt bitter.
Different status, different treatment. One was showered with abuse.
If they acted as cocky and unprofessional as he did, wouldn't they be torn to shreds?
"Phew~"
Back in the waiting area, Klein still looked listless.
There was nothing he could do about it. He was still growing, and by evening he always got sleepy. It was a natural bodily function.
However...
Tonight, he wouldn't be washing up and then getting a good night's sleep.
Because Voldemort was going to be resurrected again, and again, and again.
Baljiria, the Black Forest.
Ever since he'd applied to the Ministry of Magic for a large sum of money, Barty Crouch Jr. had stayed near Baljiria, so he could use Apparition and the Portkey every night to serve his master.
Voldemort, meanwhile, was living quite comfortably.
After enduring the worst, fortune had finally turned.
Having escaped the black wizard's clutches, his life had reached yet another turning point.
He drank Potions and took herbal supplements every day.
Not only was his soul healing, but the Bambola rat he possessed had also grown several sizes fatter.
What a comfortable life~
Compared with Barty Crouch Jr., Peter was utterly useless.
"Master, here's today's Potion. Once you've finished it, we can prepare for the resurrection ritual."
Barty Crouch Jr. hadn't kept