How About Buying a Football Club?

Master Ancient One had so many disciples, but in Josh’s memory, aside from one traitor and Doctor Strange, the rest all seemed like worthless nobodies.

That was the truth. None of them seemed to have done anything remarkable; at most, they were just background characters. And after Josh had personally visited the Marvel Universe and met Master Ancient One, he found that it really was just like that. Josh was only at the peak of the fourth tier now, yet he discovered that there truly did not seem to be anyone there stronger than him.

So letting Dumbledore go was not really a problem. And although Dumbledore was old now, that did not mean his talent was poor. Otherwise, he could not have reached this point merely by relying on the natural growth of his magic. If he had been born in the Marvel Universe or the Muya Continent, perhaps another genius would have emerged.

Hearing Josh say that, Dumbledore felt there was no problem with it. He agreed almost without thinking, and Josh also told him that he was not asking him to go over there now. They could talk about it after he had spent some time building up his strength in this world.

"Actually, the two worlds are interconnected. You only need to go over there whenever you have time, establish a framework, and send over some capable, intelligent students who have just graduated and are willing to work with us. Set up the framework first and get the organization running."

After thinking for a moment, Josh voiced his idea. "Of course, time passes at the same rate in both worlds. However long passes there, the same amount passes here. Your second-year students will be graduating soon, so you can step down as headmaster and hand the position over to someone you trust before going there to stay permanently."

Josh’s suggestion was very reasonable, and Dumbledore also felt that it was the most sensible arrangement. He temporarily gave up on the idea of immediately heading over there to stay for good. Building up his own strength and settling matters here first was the best choice.

"Oh, right. Howard has another task: helping me build a new castle, so he needs a great deal of knowledge from the Muggle world."

"That won’t be a problem at all. We in the Wizard World actually have quite a lot of contact with the royal family. The upper ranks of governments in every country know that we exist; they simply cannot govern us. Our agreement is merely that we cannot use extraordinary powers in front of ordinary people."

Dumbledore’s explanation caught Josh off guard, but thinking about it, it made sense. The Wizard World was not large, but it was not small either. It was simply impossible for it to remain completely hidden. There had even been wizards who assisted kings in history—Merlin, for example—so what Dumbledore said did not surprise Josh that much.

Besides, Dumbledore had always liked knowledge from the Muggle world. He would certainly need certain channels to acquire it. Although many people in the Wizard World looked down on Muggles, Josh did not believe that these wizards, with such low combat power, could have continued surviving if they had no contact at all with the upper ranks of the Muggle world.

"Gringotts offers a service to exchange pounds for Galleons. Looks like it isn’t just for the convenience of young wizards from the Muggle world." Josh stroked his chin.

It looks like that even if I don’t interfere, Voldemort could never succeed even if Harry Potter failed. The Muggle world would never accept someone like him.

And even though that guy runs fast, I refuse to believe he isn’t afraid of bullets. He may be strange and difficult to deal with, but killing him isn’t impossible.

Josh pondered it, but soon felt that he was thinking too much. This world had long since changed. Trying to think according to the plot was just a waste of brainpower. Whether the Wizard World and the Muggle world interacted had nothing to do with him. But since they did, perhaps he could make a move himself?

"Have you ever accepted descendants of the royal family into Hogwarts to study magic?"

"Of course we have, but unfortunately, their potential was not particularly good. Then two wars broke out outside, and afterward, dangerous people like Voldemort emerged. Many aristocratic families in the wizarding world started wondering whether they should rule the world themselves. They never stopped to consider whether they were even capable of it."

Dumbledore was full of anger when speaking of this. They had already made such a mess of the tiny Wizard World—would ruling the much broader world outside somehow make things better? And if they truly wiped out all Muggles and Muggle-born wizards, there would be no source of wizards in the future. This world might even become a dead land.

Even wizarding descendants had a considerable chance of becoming Squibs. Just look at that caretaker who spent all day stroking his cat—wasn’t he a living example? His entire personality had become twisted! Dumbledore would never allow such a thing to happen!

"They’re all idiots. Don’t pay them any mind." Josh shook his head. Aristocrats could be good or bad, but those whose minds had become rigid and who believed themselves superior to everyone else were simply fools.

"Oh, right. Do you know about football?"

"Football? Isn’t that something derived from Quidditch?"

Football was derived from Quidditch? Josh was utterly speechless. He remembered that football was supposed to have evolved from cuju, wasn’t it? But then he thought of those arrogant British people from his previous life who also believed football had originated with them, and Josh felt there was nothing worth arguing about.

"It’s enough that you know it. What do you think about me starting a football club and buying one in the Muggle world?"

"Buying a football club? In the Muggle world?"

Dumbledore was somewhat stunned by Josh’s train of thought. Please, as the number one figure in this world’s wizarding community—the man who had defeated Voldemort, promoted the meditation method, and distinguished between mages and wizards—why would he go to the Muggle world to start a club? A football club, no less? Wasn’t that neglecting his proper work?

"Uh, wouldn’t it be better to start a Quidditch club?"

"Are you talking about rugby?" Howard, who had been listening for a while, suddenly cut in.

"Not that. Football—English football," Josh casually explained. "Quidditch doesn’t interest me much. Rather than watching you fly all over the sky on broomsticks, I would rather watch a sport where people fight for honor through their own physical strength, willpower, and tactics."

"And I have another plan for this return: to completely deal with that annoying rat, Voldemort. That way, there won’t always be irritating things scheming in the shadows. After that, we will be the ones setting the rules for this world’s wizarding community."

Josh openly spoke those utterly shocking words. Aside from Howard and Natasha, who did not understand, and Dumbledore, who believed Josh could absolutely do it, everyone else was filled with terror. Malfoy in particular lost control of his magic in fright, causing the broom he was using to clean to fall to the floor.

Josh and the others had never avoided speaking in front of them before, so Malfoy had only understood bits and pieces. He did not fully understand what it meant for Dumbledore to leave this world in the future. He thought they were just leaving Hogwarts, though they were always talking about this world and that world.

But after looking at Howard and the beautiful Natasha, Malfoy felt that things did not seem so simple. He glanced at the equally confused Harry, lightly nudged him with his hand, and asked, "Do you think Professor Josh is… not from this world?"

"It does seem like he really isn’t from this world. From what they said, they seem like aliens or something," Harry said hesitantly.

"Idiot. Professor Josh and Professor Garen were never from this world to begin with." Hermione knew the truth. She had not wanted to say anything, but seeing that neither Josh nor Dumbledore had any intention of hiding it from them, she took the initiative to explain it to Harry and Malfoy.

"Professor Josh and Professor Garen come from another world—a world with somewhat backward technology but an extremely prosperous magical civilization. The two of them are world travelers, the sort who like traveling everywhere. During the previous summer break, Professor Dumbledore and I even went to their homeland and stayed there for a few days. Damn it, one day there is equal to seven days here."

"Merlin above! One day equals seven days?"

"Yes."

"Is Lord Josh an aristocrat?"

"Yes, and not merely an aristocrat. His status is beyond anything you can imagine. He is a prince of that empire, and the lord of an enormous city!"

"Good heavens, how large is his territory?"

"I’m not sure. Probably larger than London."

Josh listened to the children talking with an amused expression. Suddenly, he felt that listening to others talk about him with sincere admiration was actually quite interesting. Especially that Malfoy kid—his face was full of worries. He was probably thinking about what he should do after Josh dealt with Voldemort.

Josh’s guess was completely correct. Malfoy’s mind was filled with other matters now. He was considering what he and his family should do amid such a tremendous change. It was obvious that His Highness Josh did not think highly of his family, and he also seemed much friendlier toward ordinary people in the Muggle world.

Malfoy could not understand that, but it did not stop him from considering his next move—that was, he absolutely had to persuade his father to change his current views, treat those Muggles well, and be friendlier toward mages from the Muggle world as well.

"Oh, right. His Highness Josh just said that he wanted to start a football club. Should we follow His Highness Josh’s lead and start a club too? Not only would that help us build a closer relationship with His Highness Josh, but it could also show him our sincerity."

It had to be said that Malfoy’s mind was truly sharp. He also remembered Josh saying that he wanted Dumbledore to manage an organization in another world, something like the Ministry of Magic. That made him take the matter even more seriously. After finishing the cleaning, he said goodbye to Josh and the others, hurried back to the dormitory alone, and used some special magic to contact his father.

"What is it, Draco?"

"Father, His Highness Josh has returned."

"His Highness?"

"Yes. His Highness Josh’s background is far more terrifying than we imagined!"