The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals is exactly what it sounds like: a committee for dealing with magical animals that threaten the safety of the wizarding world.
Walton McNeil is the chief executioner of the committee, specializing in the execution of magical creatures deemed dangerous.
In fact, eight generations of McNeil's ancestors have been doing this kind of work.
Even before the Statute of Secrecy was enacted, the wizards of the MacNeill family were still executioners in Muggle society.
They have executed a large number of Muggles with their own hands, including many kings, such as:
Mary Queen of Scots, King Charles I of England, and the famous King of France...Louis XVI.
Also, most of the ghosts in the Headless Hunters were beheaded by wizards from the McNeil family.
To say professional is an understatement.
The most regrettable thing in Nick's life, which was almost headless, was that he was executed without meeting a McNeil executioner.
So much so that his head was not completely separated from his neck, and he could no longer join the Headless Hunters!
In short, execution is indeed McNeil's ancestral craft.
In the original time and space, when Hagrid's Hippogriff attacked Draco, Walton McNeil was the one to execute him.
Thanks to Rolf's help, the case was transferred to the Department of Education of the Ministry of Magic, which cleared Buckbeak of his guilt and failed to give McNeil a chance to take action, but the boy still had a deep memory of him.
Because... he also has a hidden identity, that of a Death Eater.
MacNeil, like Lucius Malfoy, was a Death Eater who escaped prison!
And when Rove saw such a wizard on the list of people who had access to magical creatures, he would naturally focus his suspicion on him.
But suspicion is just suspicion. To turn it into fact, you need evidence, and before you can find evidence, you must first brew the antidote.
After Shirley, Margaery and Hermione finished shopping, Rolf treated the three of them as strong men and invited them to help him brew the potion.
The four of them hurriedly hurriedly and occasionally practiced shooting, and finally prepared the potion on the day of the competition.
This also made Fudge's heart completely drop.
As the opening match of the Quidditch World Cup approaches, there are more and more wizards in the camp, numbering tens of thousands.
It is common to see long queues of several kilometers to fetch water and go to public toilets.
Looking at those crowded teams, one may even have a sense of déjà vu: "Why are there so many wizards?"
There's nothing you can do about it. As the Quidditch World Cup takes place every four years, it is undoubtedly a wizarding feast that cannot be missed.
As long as there are free wizards around the world, they will come to watch this World Cup, even if they buy tickets from scalpers at high prices. There are also people who quit their jobs and sell their houses to raise money to watch the World Cup.
It can only be said that this is a kind of belief!
The Ministry of Magic in Vietnam does the most humane thing.
In order to allow everyone to have time to watch the game, I worked overtime for a month straight, without a holiday for four weekends, and finally gathered together a five-day holiday.
This kind of holiday plan... is so heart-warming, it can be called the most beautiful Ministry of Magic!
As the number of people doubled, various problems also appeared in the camp:
Some people came too late and all the good spots were occupied. The tent was either too far away from the arena and toilets or the location was too bad. They were very dissatisfied.
There are also fans from different countries who compete directly with real people offline. There have been several fights between fans from Scotland and England alone.
After careful investigation, it was discovered that it was the Irish fans next door who secretly started the fire.
It is worthy of being Bulk Britain, Europe’s little Jiangsu.
The Korean and American Quidditch teams have reconciled, but the disputes between Russian and Ukrainian fans have become more and more intense. They will fight each other as long as they drink some vodka.
The conflict reached its climax when the Russian Minister of Magic arrived at the stadium that night.
It turned out that the large tent he lived in was attacked by a small toy broomstick, which almost set a flag on the top of the tent on fire.
Of course, Ukraine's Minister of Magic immediately denied it, saying that the incident had nothing to do with him and that it was the Russian fans who did it themselves.
It can only be said that this wave is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.
Amid this commotion, the British Ministry of Magic almost moved to the arena and started working directly on the spot.
Most of the Aurors have also gathered here, and the security level has been raised to the highest level in history. Even the pursuit of Peter Pettigrew last year did not have this formation.
Some retired Aurors were also temporarily recalled to participate in maintaining order in the camp, but they were definitely not paid overtime. After all, they had retired long ago and were not part of the labor relationship, nor were they protected by the labor laws of the magical world.
In addition to being cheap, this kind of retired Auror is also a good scapegoat. As long as someone violently enforces the law, he can be fired as a temporary worker.
Anyway, no matter what, Fudge will not allow any country, region or dark wizard to ruin this World Cup.
He just sells tickets, taking care of the World Cup advertising fees, gambling taxes and fees... He's going to fuck it hard.
As night falls, the Quidditch World Cup stadium lights up in sequence, becoming increasingly lively.
All the wizards took their tickets and walked towards the Quidditch field.
Tina, who arrived late in time, looked at the crowd and said with a smile: "I haven't seen so many wizards in a long time."
"Yeah." Newt nodded gently. Surrounded by so many people, he was about to suffer from autism.
The old man still prefers being with those magical creatures than playing Quidditch. Even squatting on the ground and watching ants move is more interesting than this.
But it’s also fun to take my wife and my grandson and granddaughter to watch the game.
Newt looked at Rolf, then glanced at Margaery, Shirley and Hermione beside him, and couldn't help but sigh... There are just too many granddaughters.
When they went to the topmost box, they walked through the high-level passage. There were very few wizards here, so they basically didn't have to queue before they came to the entrance.
Rolf took out a pile of tickets, and the witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance checked them over, then glanced at the boy, and was stunned for a moment.
"Miss, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the ticket?" Luo Fu asked.
The witch came back to her senses, shook her head quickly and said: "No, Mr. Rolf Scamander... six first-class tickets... please go to the top box... the nameplate of the room is Uranus!"
"Thank you." Luo Fei put away the ticket and walked up the stairs.
After walking up the stairs, Hermione asked doubtfully: "Do you know the witch just now?"
"I don't know him." Luofu shook his head: "I've never seen him before."
"Then how does she know your name?"
"Are there any wizards in Britain who don't know my name?" Luo Fuyun said calmly.
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