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"Worthy of being called the most spectacular coastline in the world..."
Aileen sighed as she walked. Although she had traveled near the Jurassic Coast in her previous life, compared to the tourist attractions that had already been developed and had fixed routes back then, the empty coastline now had a different kind of charm.
Compared to the boundless nature, the giant stadium built on the cliff didn't have much of a shock value.
The faint sound of wind whistling came from the sky. Aileen and the others looked up.
Four or five wizards riding flying broomsticks were soaring freely between the open sea and sky. As the only area within Dorset County where people could fly unrestrictedly, many Quidditch enthusiasts would choose to bring their brooms here to play.
However, compared to the weekends, the number of wizards playing nearby at this time was significantly less.
"Quidditch is truly an elegant national sport..."
Aileen looked up at the wizards clumsily passing the Quaffle in the sky and sighed.
Without a doubt, those hovering on the fringes of the Quidditch field would definitely not be official Quidditch League players. Due to the Ministry of Magic's ban on individuals building private Quidditch fields, they could only entertain themselves with the Snitch in the nearby sky.
Even so, judging from their smiling faces, being able to pass the ball and fly freely was already great.
Unfortunately...
In a few hours, this situation would no longer exist.
Because the national team training at the "Jurassic Quidditch Stadium" was about to begin. To ensure tactical secrecy, the head of the British National Quidditch team would clear the wizards in the surrounding sky in advance.
Even though the England Quidditch National Team had been at the bottom of the standings for the past few years, and the only time they had entered the Global Finals in nearly a hundred years was five or six matches ago, this couldn't stop them from still maintaining a heart to win the World Championship. In any case, they were still the only traditional wizarding team in the league that hadn't hired foreign aid to this day.
Although according to Mrs. Scamander, this insistence was a bit too naive in today's international Quidditch arena.
Accompanied by Tina Scamander's explanation, the girls walked along the edge of the coastline, through a small grove covered in greenery, and arrived next to the magnificent Quidditch Stadium. A brick house extended from the edge of the wall, and a carefully crafted black lacquer sign was hanging at the entrance - "British Quidditch National Team General Office."
Knock, knock, knock!
Tina knocked on the half-closed office door.
"Come in," a somewhat hoarse and tired male voice came from inside.
Watching Tina Scamander push the door open, followed by the little witches behind her carrying flying broomsticks and looking around, the middle-aged wizard sitting behind the desk, wearing a robe printed with a golden Snitch pattern, frowned slightly.
"Sorry, this is not the time for public tours of the stadium."
"Mr. Doon, they are not tourists here for a visit. You should have received Professor Dumbledore's letter, right? These three children are the students that Professor Dumbledore mentioned, who will be undergoing summer training here for the next month."
Tina Scamander explained with a smile, and the letter of introduction slowly floated towards the desk.
Brandon Doon glanced at the letter on the desk, then at the Hogwarts little witches standing behind Scamander, and a hint of helplessness appeared on his face. He sighed softly and nodded.
"That's right, there is such a thing. But I originally thought, well, okay, okay..."
According to Doon's original idea, these Hogwarts geniuses who were strongly recommended, won this year's Hogwarts Quidditch Cup, and for whom Dumbledore didn't hesitate to pull strings, should at least be strong-armed, fierce, and capable athletes.
However, what appeared before him now was a group of soft and weak little girls who looked like they would cry for a long time after being punched.
There was even a little pudding who was estimated to be only about 1.2 meters tall. Even if this little one flew well, she would probably cry and withdraw from the game if she was hit by a Bludger, let alone training.
Without a doubt, these three little guys forcibly stuffed over by Dumbledore were less like the future stars of the British Quidditch National Team's reserve youth training and more like little fans who were sent to the star-studded British Quidditch National Team to participate in a summer camp by that old wizard using his influence, so that they could secretly get up close and personal with the stars.
Looking at the cute little witches, Brandon Doon rubbed his forehead with a headache.
No matter where you are, privileges and favors are always unavoidable. Not to mention the power of the families behind these children, Dumbledore's personal letter of recommendation alone was enough to dispel all the management's desire to refuse.
Summer camp it is, having a few cute little girls around can also improve the training effect.
However, if this is the case, some subsequent arrangements may have to be adjusted accordingly.
"Welcome to Jurassic, I am the team coach and stadium manager, Brandon Doon."
Brandon Doon stood up, walked to the desk, gave a brief self-introduction, and then thought for a moment and continued.
"Regarding your situation, Professor Dumbledore has already told me in advance in the letter. I will issue you a one-month access permit later. As long as you don't disturb the normal training of those young lads, you can chat, ask for autographs, or fly around and stroll around. No one will stop you."
"Of course, if you are particularly interested in the national team's training and Quidditch, you can also watch from the sidelines. When those good lads are taking a break from training, you can also fly into the sky and participate in some simple relaxing games..."
"...Observe? Ask for autographs? Small games?"
Aileen was slightly stunned and glanced at the middle-aged wizard in front of her with a strange expression.
From the moment Brandon Doon finished the first paragraph of his welcome speech, she vaguely understood the man's thoughts - clearly, in the eyes of this Coach Doon, the three of them should be children who came here to participate in the Quidditch summer camp.
On the other hand, judging from Mrs. Scamander's expression, it seemed that she also thought so.
Hmm... In other words, the information wasn't completely symmetrical?
Aileen nodded lightly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.
In that case, maybe she could spend more time in Newt Scamander's cabin learning about magical creatures, instead of wasting time on Quidditch as Old Carrot planned.
However, before Aileen could figure out how to act in order to get more free time.
"Um..."
Just then, Hannah Abbott suddenly stood up, raised her hand timidly, and asked crisply.
"Mr. Doon, sorry to interrupt. Haven't you seen or learned about our matches at school in the newspapers? I mean, our strength is actually better than you think..."
"The matches in Hogwarts? Oh, yes... The Quidditch House Cup competition is indeed a wonderful experience."
Brandon Doon smiled and shook his head, bent down slightly, looked at Hannah patiently, and replied.
"But when you reach my age and my professional level, you will understand - compared to those school games, any confrontation in the professional arena can reflect something and is much more exciting. Oh, I believe you must fly very well, but before that..."
Speaking of this, Brandon Doon raised his palm, placed it a little above the tuft of hair on Aileen's head who was standing aside, gestured lightly, and explained in a half-joking tone with a smile.
"You need to grow a little taller, otherwise, you won't even be able to touch the ball. Dear little one..."
"...???"
Aileen, who was still in thought, subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the palm hovering above her head.
Grow taller?!
Little one?!
And! What does this hand mean?!
Aileen, who originally planned to coexist peacefully and bide her time, instantly threw away all the plans in her mind.
Don't be angry, don't be angry, you have to maintain a ladylike demeanor at this time, fighting can't solve the problem, she now needs to maintain a gentle and lovely persona in front of Ms. Tina Scamander... bullcrap!
She's been bullied to the point of having her hair tuft touched!
Slap!
Aileen slapped away the big hand hovering over her head, took a slight half-step back, her originally slightly dazed eyes instantly became cold and sharp, took a deep breath, and looked expressionlessly at the middle-aged wizard who was still rubbing his hand.
"1v1, or 3v3, or all of you together... pick one!"
Aileen narrowed her eyes and pointed the flying broomstick in her hand at the middle-aged wizard's nose.
Dozens of shimmering silver star badges surrounded the end of the broomstick handle, like a string of rotating asteroid belts.
"Times have changed, Mr. Brandon Doon! In future Quidditch matches, height is the most meaningless statistic - enough nonsense, let's have a small scrimmage, I'll show you what Hogwarts Quidditch is!"
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At the same time, Hogwarts Castle, Headmaster's Office.
Having finally settled the group of former Soviet scientists, "Dumbledore" returned to the castle and skillfully opened the door to the Headmaster's office, glancing at Dumbledore, who was sitting at the Headmaster's desk and opening a letter, at some unknown time.
"Someone can actually write to you directly? Haven't you hidden your name?"
Grindelwald casually teased the phoenix perched on the bird stand, and asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, it seems to be Newt, he's writing to me to... um... this..."
Dumbledore replied without even looking up, scanned the contents of the letter, and suddenly fell into silence.
"Hmm?! Scamander? Didn't you just come back from there?"
Hearing Dumbledore's reply, Grindelwald quickly raised his eyebrows, left the phoenix bird stand, and walked behind Dumbledore.
Immediately afterwards, Grindelwald leaned down and carefully looked at the contents of the letter in the old man's hand, a smile that was not a smile appeared on his face, after thinking for a few seconds, he chuckled and said softly in his unique slow and deliberate tone.
"So it's a plea for help, a clean slate... Tsk. After so many years, he is still your favorite student?"
"Gellert, I can't hide the matter of Aileen from Newt, as a guide, he has the right to know..."
Dumbledore coughed lightly, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and explained calmly.
Before the Headmaster of Hogwarts could finish speaking, the First Dark Lord snorted softly and said slowly.
"Albus, if you don't want me to write a letter to tell that child that you betrayed her, I think you should agree to Scamander's request and send that cute big dog over as soon as possible - as for the reply, you dictate and I'll write it for you."
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