Diagon Alley.
The front door of Gringotts was crowded, but Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, not far from them, was bustling with activity.
"Come and support the Appleby Arrows!" George shouted, holding a light blue Quidditch No. 6 jersey with a Silver Arrow logo on it.
"Appleby Arrows vs Balicas Bats!" Fred waved a flag with a red bat on a black background.
"Come support your team!"
Two people set up two stalls, one black and one blue.
They were surrounded by people, and the jerseys on the stalls disappeared one by one.
The fiery scene made it impossible to imagine that there was a Saint threat outside.
The brothers simply handed over the job of selling clothes to the graduates they found from the school.
Seamus was here, and he was about to be squeezed into a patty.
A fat man knocked him to the ground and almost caused him to be trampled by the crowd.
"George, do you know what this feels like?" Fred took the magic cards that were waiting for food and swiped them against the machine inlaid with purple crystals.
"Of course." George swiped the card at the machine with one hand in each hand.
The two men looked at each other and smiled, saying in unison: "The goose that lays golden eggs."
The number of people showed no sign of decreasing. Ron was at another window, hurriedly taking out tickets one by one.
"OMG."
He didn't have the mind to think about anything else now. There were only countless magic cards stuffed in front of him as if they couldn't wait to give him money.
He was accidentally hit in the face by a card, and before he even had time to get angry, he was stunned by the string of numbers.
The wizards who bought the tickets went through the portal one by one.
On the other side of the door, cheers fill the world-class Quidditch pitch at Silverhand Amusement Park.
"Welcome to the Top Wizarding League. I am today's guest commentator, Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports."
"And me, Ernie McMillan."
There is a circular commentary room on the Quidditch pitch, where two people are responsible for commentary.
Ernie MacMillan was influenced by Quidditch at school and chose to become a Quidditch commentator after graduation.
Ludo Bagman was the special guest and commentator hosting the game.
"The first referee we saw entering was the famous former Falmouth Falcons seeker Russell Drew."
"You have absolutely no idea how sharp Russell Drew's eyesight is. He has the eyes of an eagle. During my time in service, we privately named him Black Falcon. This old guy's eyesight is so good that he doesn't make any small moves. You can hide it from him."
"Oh my God, you old man, I was complimenting you!"
The wizard who was responsible for projecting the players onto the big screen cooperated very well and projected Russell Drew on it.
Russell Drew was swearing, probably greeting Bagman's relatives.
The two people were yelling at each other from a distance, but it was Ernie who stopped Bagman who was about to go berserk.
"The teams came out, and the first one to appear was the Appleby Arrows. Their usual tactic is the Seeker Kill tactic, and their Seeker Rob Marshall is the star player."
Ernie did a great job and accurately stated the opponent's strengths.
Rob Marshall came out quickly, sitting on a Firebolt and waving his arms.
As soon as he appeared on the stage, the audience burst into cheers, and then spontaneously organized a wave of adults in the auditorium on the left.
"The Balicas Bats came out and they were captained by Joachim Reigns, a chaser with agility and the highest scoring chaser in the league so far."
Many bats flew out of the black on the other side, and then the Balikas bats flew out in a wing-shaped formation.
Not to be outdone, supporters of the Balikas Bats also formed a human wave.
Wherever the Balikas bats flew, waves followed.
Bagman stopped scolding his old friend and took over the conversation and said: "The players on both sides are ready. Appleby Arrows currently ranks third in the league winning rate. As its old rival, Bally Cass is in fifth place.”
"This is a tough battle, and our focus will most likely be on decapitation tactics."
"Mr. Bagman, what do you think is the probability that Rob Marshall will pick off the Golden Snitch?" Ernie asked humbly.
Bagman thought for a while and said: "The Appleby Arrows relied on decapitation tactics to win the previous three games. If they cannot win the Golden Snitch before the behemoth Joachim Reigns warms up, , I’m afraid it will be difficult to win.”
"The Balikas Bats cannot win this time and will miss the finals."
His words sparked outrage from fans of Appleby's Arrows.
When the fans of the Balikas Bats heard his 'curse' about their team, they also joined in the abuse.
Fortunately, Bagman was already thick-skinned. After all, he dared to owe the second king money.
Mente Metaxas was looking at the World Cup-like atmosphere with his mouth wide open.
Of course, the number of people is not as exaggerated as 100,000 people in the World Cup.
But for the sparsely populated magical world, this lineup of nearly 50,000 people is scary enough.
Because this is not a World Cup, a match in the top Wizarding League, not even a final.
Only then did he intuitively see the influence of these three leagues.
Oh no, there is also an existing league, the UEFA Cup.
It was a competition for the British and Irish Quidditch League. Compared with the three leagues, there were no restrictions on levels and cross-level competitions could be held.
Even so, making these wizards so crazy still scared Mente Metaxas, the head of the Quidditch Committee.
He was holding a piece of Balikas Bats clothing in his hand. The price of such a piece of clothing was not expensive, but the total amount could earn him close to several thousand galleons in peripheral fees for a game.
Don't forget that John's level is low, but don't forget that the Minister of Magic only has a few thousand galleons a year.
This is just clothes. Counting other items, this amount can be doubled.
This isn't selling anything, it's just picking up money.
Not to mention the increase in the number of games, the increase in influence and endorsement fees.
For example, in this game, various advertisements will flash on the big screen and on the edge of the stadium.
What about silver-hand fashion buildings, silver-hand wine cellars, silver... etc. Why are there so many silver hands?
I almost forgot who the richest person in the country is.
Mente gasped.
If this model becomes popular in the wizarding world, the status of the Quidditch Committee will skyrocket.
This is not looking for trouble, he is simply the God of Wealth.
His son Kalon was cheering in his Appleby Arrows Seeker outfit.
Just now Appleby Arrows scored a goal.
"Want butterbeer?"
Carrying a case with an advertisement for Butterbeer on her back, the pretty girl asked Mente.
"This is?"
"Butterbeer," the girl took out the cup, her eyes bright, "Do you need it?"
"Give me a drink."
"OK."
The girl pointed the wand-shaped nozzle at the back of the cup, and butterbeer with thick bubbles appeared in the cup.
"It's amazing." Mente couldn't help but exclaimed. He took a sip and it tasted very good.
He also saw people selling various snacks walking around.
Those who need it just need to call them.
This is simply not great.
"I could stay here all day."
Mente laughed and joined in the mood.
It turned out that he supported the Balikas Bats and almost got into a fight with his son.
In the end Appleby Arrows emerged victorious, winning the game by a thrilling ten-point margin.
The beheading tactic was once again successful.
After Mente left the court, he couldn't wait to find John.
"Father, this is great!"
Ka Rong was still reluctant to leave, while Mente smiled and said: "In the future, the whole world can enjoy such an atmosphere!"
He asked Kaerong to go back first, while he headed to the Ministry of Magic without stopping.
John was already waiting there, with two cups of coffee in front of him.
Mente thought one of the glasses was for him, so he drank it down.
John hesitated and said, "That was what Minister Roland left just now."
Mente froze and looked at the empty coffee. He thought of Roland's old face.
"Tell me what you think." John snapped his fingers and refilled the cup of coffee.
Anyway, I drank it all.
Mente got excited when he mentioned this, and he said excitedly: "Is it really possible to do that? I mean, the whole world is allowed?"
"Of course," John chuckled, "You should have seen that portal."
"Yes, I saw it. It felt like a dream."
Mente's heart was beating wildly.
John was not surprised to see this, after all, this was a reform that changed the magical world.
"The greater the crisis, the more entertainment." John picked up the coffee and took a sip, "Do you see fear on their faces?"
Mente recalled carefully and found that none of those people were afraid of the saints.
Even I briefly forgot about it.
"This is the charm of athletics. When it is needed most, it can boost morale so that they will not fall into the saints."
John shrugged and said: "There will be a top wizard league in a few days. You might want to take a look and then consider it."
"No, I've already decided." Mente said, "I support your approach, Lord Wick."
He has been conquered.
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