From the words of Gwenog Jones, everyone quickly got a surprising news:

Stark acquired the old Quidditch Club - Chadri Artillery.

This is definitely not a loss-making deal.

Although this club seems to be cursed and ranks at the bottom every year, it does not prevent it from still making profits.

It's like the Knicks, who are so bad every year that they can't even enter the playoffs, and the players are booed by their own audience...

But it doesn't prevent it from being the first in the NBA market capitalization.

The reasons here are of course many aspects.

Geographic factors are one aspect, with great attention and exposure, which makes it perform beyond the performance.

On the other hand, like the Madison Square Garden Arena, the home court of the Chadri Artillery is also the Quidditch Holy Land.

If you don’t perform amazingly here, you won’t dare to go out and say that you are a Quidditch superstar.

Of course, this refers to the stars of other teams, who are super big explosions, like a god of war!

The Chadri Artillery team also had a background board at home, just like away games.

It doesn’t matter if the home team plays badly in this kind of holy land, but the visiting team suddenly looks like the home team, which doesn’t prevent everyone from watching the game.

Therefore, with the addition of multiple factors, although the Chadri Artillery Team was bad, it was still profitable.

Now, I didn’t expect that this old club changed its surname to Stark.

It costs a lot, at least hundreds of thousands of Gallons.

Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times. Now it is during the war, and gold is really valuable.

Stark is so rich that he can still make money like this!

However, it was not so easy for William to reverse the Chadri Artillery team's record.

To use Rita evaluation:

"If the Chadri Artillery team wants to win the game, they need to replace the entire team and have to drink several crucibles of Fuling agent."

(Rolling: Actually, it was said by me!)

From this we can see that this team is indeed rotten.

When did it start to rot?

This club, which once won 21 League Cups, has not won the championship for more than a century since 1892.

Wait... Wait... Wasn't it the summer of 1892 when the young master Dumbledore entered Hogwarts?

In addition to the principal's daily whipping of the corpse, the beginning of the speech is usually:

"XX is a sure thing, just like the Chadri Artillery team will be at the bottom of the league this year."

Good guy, the case has been solved.

The culprit that led to the desolation of the Chadri artillery team was Dumbledore.

He is the first person to curse!

It seems that the curse of the professor of Black Magic Defense is just a small fight, and Voldemort and Dumbledore follow suit.

Having said that, no matter whether William can turn the record around and restore the glory of the Chadri Artillery team, everyone's eyes looked at him became more and more eager.

It would be amazing if people buy at most international versions of the flying broom. This man just bought a club because he liked it.

This gap.

And Hermione, who has appeared around Minister Bones a lot recently.

He has served as the Minister's intern assistant before graduation. His qualifications are completely rushing towards the Minister.

The two of them have left their peers far behind.

Maybe if wizards of the same age graduate from the future, these two people will still be interviewers.

Harry was the most excited. William told him a long time ago that he would go to his club to play basketball after inviting him.

William has bought the team. If Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harby team, is it not the league champion?

(Gwenog Jones: Meow Meow Meow?)

In short, everyone has a bright future.

Ron stood in the corner, and he just got the signature of Gwenog Jones, and he didn't look so happy either.

Because he just got the news, Pipi Ghost was hyping up that he had an affair with Harry.

At this time, no one invited him to dance.

"Harry, why don't you go dancing?" Slughorn wandered around and came to Harry again.

When Harry found that there was no one around, he asked in a low voice: "Professor, I have one thing I want to ask you."

"What?" Slughorn loosened the collar and served the cup of Romani Conte.

"Have you heard the name Erin Prince?"

Harry took out the old newspaper and handed over the photo.

Slughorn looked at the photo and frowned:

"I have an impression, I think about it. Oh, this is a student I had more than fifty years ago. She, Gao Bushi, played well and was also the captain of the school team."

"Ah, I remembered that she married a Muggle after graduation." Slughorn showed a powerful memory, and he could always remember all kinds of students.

"Later, many years later, I wrote a letter asking me to help take care of her son."

"Who is her son...?" Harry nervous.

He needs to know who the mixed-blood prince is.

"You know this guy, too." Slughorn laughed. "Severus, we are discussing you."

Harry was horrified to see Slughorn stretching out an arm, as if he had hooked Snape out of the air.

"Don't be sneaky, come and talk to us, Severus!" said Slughorn happily, burping, "I'm talking about your mother, Erin Prince Snape."

When Snape's face suddenly became gloomy when he heard Erin's name.

Slughorn still chattered.

“You have completely inherited your mom’s potion talent, and Harry has inherited his mom’s special talent in Potions!

Of course, you have also contributed to it. You have taught him for five years!"

Snape was wrapped around Slughorn's arm and could not move. His eyes fell down the hook's nose on Harry, his dark eyes narrowed.

“Funny, I never felt like I had taught Porter anything.

I'm even more curious, where did you hear the name 'Eileen', Potter?"

Harry hurriedly avoided Snape's eyes and tried to prevent his enchantment from taking thoughts.

"Oh, that's a genius!" Slughorn shouted drunk.

"You didn't see how he performed in the class recently. He was only a little worse than Hermione in the entire sixth grade."

"Is that?" Snape stared at Harry like a drill.

Harry was a little uneasy, fearing that Snape would pursue the source of his new talent in potions.

He was even more worried that Snape would continue to track down the name "Irene Prince".

Just as Harry was trying to cover it up, Slughorn's next words made him confused, as if he was being brought to the trolls.

"Severus, I remember you and Lily were good friends."

"You remembered it wrong!" Snape's face looked even worse than Harry.

But it was not ferocious, but a panic, as if a wounded deer had been discovered by a hunter.

He turned and left, his robe fluttering, like a large black bat running away.

"Severus still has such a bad temper, I tell you, Harry. This is what Lily said." Slughorn said, hiccup:

"Your mother is a Muggle. I couldn't believe it when I found this. I thought she was so outstanding, especially in Potions, must be purebred."

"Lily told me that it was taught by Severus. The two lived not far away. They were their best friends before entering the school. He helped her a lot..."

Harry stood there blankly, as if the light was far away from him.

...
Chapter completed!