The other team members ignored Harry, who was immersed in his own world.
They knew who was the biggest contributor in this game and flew towards Alvin like crazy, wanting to hug him.
However, Alvin flexibly avoided them all and gave them a disgusting look.
A group of stinky boys has nothing to hug. Even the only girl, Angelina, is not his dish.
Alvin, who had put away his broom, landed on the Ravenclaw stand and walked towards Cho and the others who were sitting together.
The little wizards around him stretched out their hands like a groupie, wanting to give him a high five.
And Alvin also met their requirements, enjoying the crowd all the way to Cho's side.
At this time, Cho was extremely excited and jumped into his arms.
Holding Cho in his arms, Alvin whispered something in her ear.
"About the gifts..."
Although she was shy and unbearable, Cho nodded lightly.
"What are you guys saying?"
Hermione looked at these two people suspiciously, always feeling they were saying something wrong.
"It's okay. We talk about tutoring. You know she is a little nervous about attending O.W.L.S. this fall."
Hermione didn't doubt him but nodded seriously. "I'm going to start reviewing too. These are the two most important exams in Hogwarts."
Alvin was also a little ashamed.
Should Hermione be so exaggerated? She must prepare for next year's exam a year in advance.
While they were talking, several adult wizards hurried to Alvin's side.
"Hello, Mr. Gaunt. I'm a scout from the Chudley Cannons."
"I'm a scout for the Tutshill Tornados."
"I'm..."
Alvin counted it, and it was a little surprising that there were eight teams from the English League.
He thought it would be good to attract two or three professional teams to this game, but he did not expect thirteen teams to come at once.
"Did you come to ask me to join your team? If this is the case, don't talk about it anymore. I have no interest in playing professionally."
As soon as Alvin spoke up, the faces of these scouts showed regret.
After a few words of persuasion, they found no effect, and they all left. Although Alvin did not agree, there were some good seedlings among the other players.
But one person still does not give up and wants to tempt Alvin with fame and wealth.
The Tutshill Tornados' scouts tried desperately to get Alvin to change his mind.
"Mr. Gaunt, with your skills in this game, you will definitely shine in the professional league, and joining the national team will be a smooth affair."
"By then, you will not only be the hottest person in Europe, but you will also earn countless Galleons."
Hearing his words, Alvin didn't react.
But Cho, who was lying in his arms, was envious.
Cho is not interested in the pie drawn by Mr. Scout because her favorite Quidditch team since childhood was the Tutshill Tornados.
If she could join this team, Cho would definitely agree without hesitation instead of being indifferent like Alvin.
"Sir, I don't think what you're saying has any appeal to me. My name is Alvin Gaunt."
Hearing his words, the scouts of the Tutshill Tornadoes were still a little puzzled why Alvin wanted to emphasize his name.
But then his mind quickly turned around.
Hogwarts has a master alchemist, a recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class, and a member of the Wizengamot Wizards, and that person's name is...
Thinking of this, Mr. Scout stammered. "Sorry, I... I didn't know it was you."
Alvin smiled slightly, signaling that he didn't need to say anymore, then moved his lips slightly.
A voice that no one else heard fell into Mr. Scout's ears.
Glancing at Alvin, Mr. Scout nodded his head despite some doubts.
The celebration on the Quidditch pitch lasted for a long time until the sky started to rain lightly, and the students left reluctantly.
However, this does not mean the end. I believe that every Common Room will be very lively tonight.
In the player tunnel, Alvin did not return to the castle with Hermione and the others but met Mr. Scout here again.
"It's been so long. I still don't know your name."
"Just call me Thompson, Mr. Gaunt."
Thompson, a scout for the Tutshill Tornados, replied with some restraint, unaware of Alvin's purpose in keeping him.
Has he changed his mind?
Alvin nodded, without being polite, but straight to the point.
"Mr. Thompson, I wonder if the Tutshill Tornados is willing to sell?"
"What?"
Thompson was a little unresponsive and didn't hear it until Alvin repeated it.
"I have no interest in playing professional leagues, but I would rather be your team's owner."
Thompson wondered what kind of weird hobby Alvin was.
"Can you tell me why?"
"Although Quidditch teams are more profitable, they are only for the top teams."
"In recent years, our Tutshill Tornados team has not been up and down, and on the whole, it can barely maintain a balance of payments."
In a word, Thompson was very honest, and Alvin could know these things after investigation. There is no need to make small moves on this.
Besides, now that he knew Alvin's identity, he didn't have the guts to play tricks.
However, Alvin waved his hands indifferently after hearing this.
"I'm not interested in money. If I want to make Galleons, I can make more money than a team with anything."
This was very Versailles, and Thompson had envy when he heard it, but he couldn't refute it.
As a master alchemist, Alvin sold a few gadgets to catch up with their team's earnings for decades.
"The reason I want to get your team is because my girlfriend is a fan of yours, and she's a Seeker."
"If possible, I hope she can join your team to play after graduation."
"So you go back and ask your boss and ask him to set a price."
"Money is not a problem."