Mentor Metaxas of the Quidditch Committee was very nervous at the moment.
He sat in the Ministry of Magic, his fingers nervously curling around the burr on his right thumb.
The last time Roger Spottiswoode was interviewed, he didn't come back to his senses for several days after going back.
As one of the two major organizations of the International Federation of Wizards, he was very panicked.
"The Second King wants to firmly hold the International Federation of Wizards in his hands, what should I do?"
Although the matters that the Quidditch Committee is responsible for are not as important as the Department of Education, they are still relevant to all Quidditch enthusiasts.
After knowing that John was looking for him, he was so frightened that he quickly looked up his affairs over the years.
Except for some things that happened at the last Quidditch World Cup, I didn't seem to have done any big problems.
Is it because of the postponement of this session?
That is also because the saints have been wronged.
Mente was just thinking wildly, and the black door was opened.
He got excited and stood up subconsciously.
"sit down."
"Okay." Mente sat down immediately.
He looked at John sitting opposite him with a look of uneasiness.
"Sir Wick, I have no contact with that person, and I am definitely not that person's party!"
He rushed to show his loyalty.
He and Dumbledore were not familiar with each other, and they basically had no interaction with each other.
Mentor graduated from Durmstrang, and he and Dumbledore were not from the same era.
John smiled and waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, I'm not causing trouble for you."
"That's it." Mente breathed a sigh of relief.
He really loves the sport of Quidditch, and he himself is a retired Quidditch player.
John asked: "What do you think of Quidditch now?"
"What do you think?" Mente asked doubtfully, "Are you talking about the World Cup? This time the World Cup has been postponed because of the Saints."
"No, the World Cup still needs to be held," John said sternly, "The more it is at this time, the more important it is for all wizards to see peace."
"I mean about the Quidditch format."
John snapped his fingers, and a stack of parchment flew towards Mente.
"The current Quidditch format is too single. Everyone is preparing for the World Cup, which has caused the sport to lose too much."
Mentor picked up a piece of parchment and looked at it.
The above is the plan for the new competition format.
"It has been implemented in the UK for some time," John said. "During this period, many Quidditch clubs in the UK have contributed corresponding value."
"Top wizard tournament, senior wizard tournament, junior wizard tournament?"
"Up two and down two?"
Mente went from being confused at the beginning to being fully focused later on.
There was excitement in his eyes.
Because he saw the glory of Quidditch in the future.
Originally, because Quidditch required a large venue and the number of people needed to form a team, this sport was usually played in schools.
Even if ordinary wizards want to play after graduation, they can only join a club.
But the club has very high requirements for talent, and they are training almost every day.
It is simply not something that ordinary people can participate in.
For ordinary wizards, this sport can only be addictive when competing.
And more often than not, you can only visit the venue in person during the World Cup.
But now this reform does not happen every day, but at least it will appear in the public eye more frequently.
The three leagues can also increase the sense of competition and crisis between clubs.
John also gave advice on club operations, such as selling jerseys and various peripherals to generate revenue.
Instead of working behind closed doors and taking responsibility for your own profits and losses.
It’s not friendly to the club and it’s also not friendly to the audience.
There are also exhibition matches, as well as friendly matches.
This made Mente dizzy.
"Genius, this is a genius idea!" Mente said excitedly.
"I just learned it from Muggles," John said calmly, "What's more, if it needs to be promoted, many venues need to be built."
Mente also calmed down. He hesitated and said, "This is difficult to do. Most of the gathering places for wizards are in Muggle cities, Sir Wick."
It would be possible to use the door key method, but that would cause many problems, such as the door key being used and modified.
Moreover, one-time transmission of door keys has limitations and is time-consuming and labor-intensive.
"It seems Metaxas doesn't care about Silverhand." John looked at him with a half-smile.
Mentor was a little embarrassed, he was more concerned about Quidditch.
John waved his hand and turned the plan to the third to last page.
A door appears above.
"This is a teleportation gate that has been adopted by Silverhand Amusement Park," John said. "This is a stable teleportation that fixes the spatial coordinates in it, as long as the energy above is maintained."
John snapped his fingers, and the parchment door floated out.
Mente noticed that there were nine crystal-like crystals on the door.
The crystal emits purple light, and a cut-out transmission channel appears in the middle of the door.
"As for the use and maintenance of magic crystals, I recommend you read the last two pages."
Mente was stunned, "This will solve the problems about the venue and teleportation."
With this door, they don't have to build the site into the city and can completely move it to a remote place.
It can be said that this plan is just short of being implemented.
This is a reform of Quidditch, changing the previous competition model and dividing levels.
Such as the concept implemented by the second king.
Strength comes first.
The strong come up and the weak go down.
John looked at Mente and said with a calm smile: "The Quidditch League can stabilize the anxious mood of wizards."
"We need to restore their faith," John snapped his fingers, making the door disappear. "Their fear of Muggles, their fear of saints."
"We want them to know that Muggles are not as scary as they think."
"And the saints..." John said contemptuously, "They are just a group of thugs in the name of purification, and they are nothing to be afraid of."
Mente trembled inwardly.
The contempt John showed towards the saints reminds one of his past attitude towards the Death Eaters.
Yes, nothing to be afraid of.
Because of me, the second king of the wizarding world, John Wick.
You can continue to have fun and watch football games.
Because of me.
The second king conquers everything he sees, including the human heart.
Mente returned home in a daze.
He sat on the sofa and his son ran over excitedly.
"Father, have you seen Lord Wick?"
His son, Karon Metaxas.
A student who graduated from Durmstrang, but he is a fanatical supporter of the Second King.
What made him even more proud than winning the Quidditch Championship at Durmstrang was his father's meeting with the Second King.
Ka Rong said excitedly: "What kind of person is he?"
Mente exhaled heavily, looked at his son, and said, "He showed me what it means to be a king."
Mente admitted that he felt a desire to surrender at his feet.
"No wonder you say he is a born king, Ludwig." Mente sighed with emotion.
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