They were in the Top 64.
Everyone on the England Quidditch Representative Team was thrilled.
But someone was very unhappy.
That was the Bulgaria Quidditch Representative Team, led by Viktor Krum. They had also made it into the Top 64, yet they hadn't received even a fraction of the attention England's team had!
"Krum, according to the schedule, if England hasn't been eliminated by the time we get down to twelve teams, we can finally avenge our defeat!"
The Bulgarian players, battered and bruised by Klein, had long been fed up with that cocky kid.
Since they couldn't beat him off the pitch, they'd have to get even on it.
Other teams were afraid of England, but they weren't.
After all, on paper, Bulgaria was the team best suited to counter England.
Their Seeker, Viktor Krum, hadn't lost a single Golden Snitch since the tournament began. As long as Krum played well and their defense held strong, England would be nothing more than a paper tiger—easily defeated!
"Mm."
Krum gave his teammate a sullen reply and swallowed his frustration.
A shutout?
Heh. He wanted to see how that arrogant descendant of Grindelwald planned to shut him out!
"Over here, Klein! Look over here!"
"Please give me your autograph! It's the one thing I want most in my life!"
"Make it to the Top 32! Long live England!"
They hadn't shut out Germany, but that was because the circumstances had been unusual. England's fans didn't blame Klein. Quite the opposite: those flashy Germans had left them feeling deeply threatened.
As far as they knew, Klein had signed only a short, three-year contract with England.
It was already the second year. That meant that by this time next year, if Klein wanted to continue his professional career, he could opt out of