This disgusting infinite proliferation deck cannot be beaten by someone who plays the Fire Dragon deck.

Wood shook his head with regret.

He also plays Acromantula, so of course he knows how rogue this set of cards is.

Just when he wanted to have a try, Mag's voice suddenly sounded.

"This year's Hogwarts Quidditch Tournament has officially begun!"

Mag in the stands looked to the side.

Li Ge, who had just passed the commentator application, picked up the magic microphone and said, "We invite the strongest Gryffindor team in history!"

He ignored the boos from Slytherin, "We have two mysterious new players this year, you will never guess who they are!"

Wood opened the door to the lounge, got on his broom, and flew to the field with the six players.

"Oh, my God!

It’s Harry Potter!”

Li glanced at the last person, and his face suddenly became excited.

"And the founder of Gwent, Vincent Wayne!"

This wave of unexpected advertisements made Mag next to her suddenly darken her face.

On the other side of the stands, Dumbledore stopped stuffing candy into his mouth with his right hand.

Of course he had played Gwent before, and fell in love with this card game as soon as he started playing it.

Now in his sky blue robe, there is a complete set of Hogwarts headmaster cards.

"Mr. Jordan, please explain carefully."

"Good professor."

Li turned to introduce their broomsticks, "Wayne is riding the Rascal Rabbit. This is the fastest broomstick in the wizarding world that our Professor McGonagall participated in the design!

There’s also Potter’s Gwendo, which was specially customized for him by Sideswipe Broom Company, and it also has advanced technologies such as anti-jinx coating.”

After the Gryffindor team circled the field, he called out to the Slytherin team with some disdain.

Captain Marcus Flint's face turned green.

Similar to him, there is Snape who exudes a cold aura.

Forget about Wayne, why can Porter join the team?

There are many students who have this idea, but they all accept the fact after thinking about it for a while.

Only Draco didn't want to accept it.

His face is as green as Marcus.

As the son of a school director, his privileges were not as good as those of Vincent, who was born as a Muggle.

Can't compare with studying, can't compare with fighting, can't compare with sports?

"Wayne—Potter—"

Draco's gritted teeth expression seemed to indicate that something was about to happen.

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Chapter completed!