In the end, Dumbledore still couldn't remember what that familiar feeling was.
Klein breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he knew the incident had planted a seed of suspicion in the old man's mind, it would still take time to take root and grow.
For now, he didn't need to worry.
The Ministry of Magic's commendation of the England Quidditch Representative Team made the front page of the Daily Prophet the very next day.
English fans were even more enthusiastic, and public opinion somehow managed to boost the Ministry of Magic's reputation.
The tournament continued in an orderly fashion.
Top 64, Top 32, Top 16, then the round of twelve.
Thanks to Klein's outstanding performance and the ironclad defense of Gasol and the others, the England Quidditch Representative Team easily claimed victory after victory.
Every single match was a shutout!
"The Germans were really lucky to run into a softhearted kid like Klein."
"Yeah. Otherwise, England could probably have won the championship without conceding a single point!"
After the shutout streak swept across the globe, people couldn't help but bring up the Germany–England match again and again, rubbing salt in the wound.
Of course, Germany was the one taking the beating.
Even German fans thought they'd been incredibly lucky.
If Klein hadn't been kindhearted, they'd have been no different from those minor teams like Estonia.
The thought made the German fans even more aggrieved.
Klein was German, after all.
Still, not everyone loved "Grindelwald."
At the very least, the Bulgarian Team and Bulgarian fans had an intense dislike for the name.
"Remember, today's match is our chance to wipe away the shame. I don't care about anyone else, but that Klein Grindelwald—we have to take him out!"
Before the match between the twelve remaining teams, Bulgaria's captain shouted to his