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Andrei Villas-Boas packed his bags.

As an outstanding wizard moonlighting as an assistant coach, he would not miss an event of this magnitude.

Before leaving, Villas-Boas checked his belongings.

Magical powder disguised as food, Latin notes on magic.

And most importantly, his wand—apple wood, Kevin's hair, eleven inches.

They said apple wood was best suited to those with lofty ambitions and idealists, and that it countered Dark Magic. They said the owners of apple wood wands were generally popular and long-lived, and that customers successfully matched with apple wood wands tended to possess considerable personal charm. Many holders of apple wood wands were exceptionally gifted at communicating with other species.

But Villas-Boas believed that was nonsense.

Because stray cats and guard dogs always got in the way during his operations.

After being bitten so many times, he had specifically flown to Asia for a rabies vaccine, even though people said Europe had no rabies.

As a distinguished wizard, he had no desire to become something that feared the light.

Just as he was about to head out, Villas-Boas stopped, walked to the basement, and flipped open the basement control panel. A heavy iron door protected by a password locked away some treasures inside.

Only then did he nod in satisfaction and turn to leave.

Villas-Boas habitually touched the ring on his hand.

"Oh, my precious."

Barcelona arrived in Milan early, but they ran into some trouble borrowing Inter Milan's training ground.

The men in white headscarves wanted badly to associate themselves with a giant like Barcelona. Barcelona's youth academy had looked especially strong in recent years, and perhaps a good relationship could help them bring in some outstanding Barcelona academy players.

But the local staff were unwilling to cooperate with Barcelona. After all, that club had a serious conflict