The World Cup is over.
Still at a speed that no one expected.
In fact, it’s not that I didn’t expect it.
The main venue is in Africa. There has been too much news in Europe recently to accommodate a Quidditch match held elsewhere.
Mente also followed John's instructions and continued to host the World Cup.
The World Cup was over before anyone noticed.
Ron was in a daze.
This may be the least crowded World Cup in the past century.
So much so that one way to identify a veteran Quidditch fan was to ask about the game.
Also known as the Quidditch True Love Fan Test.
After all, this year, in the UK, even Malfoy's name is more famous than the world champion.
John was a little surprised. He didn't expect it to be held so quickly after Mente said it would be held.
Here we are fighting on the front lines, but you are competing in Africa.
Mente showed a sense of embarrassment when he saw John.
"So you...still pay?"
John looked at the cost of this World Cup.
To be honest, in Africa, whether it is the Muggle or wizarding world, there seems to be some poverty.
Mente held the World Cup there, but not only did he not get any profit, but he also received a lot of money.
This matter was placed in the second dynasty, and he could be laughed at until Malfoy participated in two World Cups.
Fortunately, at the beginning of this World Cup, the magic power alchemy products have already been put on sale.
A set of equipment called a magic photo machine captured that match.
John gave the thing to Lucius Malfoy as the cornerstone of his sports channel.
There are three main events that hit the headlines in today's wizarding society.
One is the advent of magic power products, another is the birth of the Magic Association, and the last is the report about the saints.
Every time there is news about the saints, it can always affect the mood of the wizards.
What they most wanted to see was how many of those son-of-a-bitch saints died, not the injuries to the Aurors.
The evening news is what every family must wait for, and the men of the house also start watching the magic TV in the pub and talking about the saints.
But most of the endings are about those damn saints not dying yet.
In less than a month, they had become accustomed to watching Magic TV and talking about it.
The audience for each channel has also been determined.
The Prophet Channel is a must-have for male parents.
The angle channel attracts most women.
Sports channels are popular among young people.
Of course there are surprises.
For example, Penello doesn't like the Corner Channel, she prefers the Prophet Channel.
Perhaps women in the political field have this consciousness. Tang Mi once complained that Oz often watched the Prophet channel.
Muggle channels are also gradually opening up.
The TV stations purchased by John have obtained various broadcast rights, and with their deep pockets, they are not afraid of running out of programs to watch.
It also happens to let more people know how the Muggle iron wand works.
This has both advantages and disadvantages. The good thing is that wizards learn about Muggles, but the bad thing is that wizards have a violent impression of Muggles.
John was also helpless about this and introduced other programs.
For example, there are various dances and musicals.
Unfortunately the dances and music seemed strange to wizards.
They could understand the various instruments in the band, but they couldn't understand why they didn't have to hold the toad and sing.
For another example, those Muggles were talking with something that looked like a round hammer in their hand.
They were very surprised. Couldn't this thing be solved with a loud spell?
The discussion of Muggles is also one of the topics among wizards.
...
Silverhand Manor.
Basil flew back from outside. When it entered the room, it first showed a wary look.
Those big eyes looked around, raising his head as if to capture the foreign owl scent that had not yet dissipated in the air.
John held up a letter and looked at it. It was from Lockhart.
As a top figure in the wizarding world, John could imagine the reaction of this man with a strong desire to perform when he found out about television.
While teaching at Hogwarts, Lockhart had the audacity to teach by dramatizing his own works.
Now that there is such a good opportunity for more people to see his work intuitively, Lockhart cannot sit still.
He strongly requested that his works be put on the big screen.
And he secretly said that it would be best to let the handsome Gilderoy Lockhart himself play the role.
For this reason, John set the letter on fire as if he had not seen it.
It's better to leave this kind of photography to professionals.
Lockhart would be better off staying at home and studying his next book.
However, he reminded John that as the top IP in the wizarding world, the entire Lockhart series is definitely qualified to enter the screen.
At the moment, John doesn't want to enter that era of entertainment to death, where there are Muggles outside and saints inside.
He needed wizards to understand Muggles, but he didn't want wizards to become like Muggles.
March moved forward without saying a word.
Where the wizard cannot see, the world is moving further due to the efforts of a group of people.
International Institute of Magical Science and Technology.
Potions Department.
As the deputy dean, Damo Alex has not left the house for several months.
The room was filled with billowing black smoke, and the hairless head with red eyes in the smoke looked like a vampire, staring at the mountains of information and scratching his head.
Daruma Alex, who had taken too many stimulants and had black smoke coming out of his ears, said to himself, "What went wrong?"
Werewolf vaccine.
John gave him the catalog so he never went out.
Although many potions masters from the Magic Masters Association were recruited, it took them three months just to read through those books.
When it came time to practice, ten of them came up with ten potions.
Everyone's understanding is different, resulting in ten different potions.
"No, there is no way we can complete it if this continues!"
Damo Alex poured a bottle of refreshing potion into his mouth, and the smoke came out of his ears like a steam train.
His eyes widened, everyone had to break through one point together.
At the beginning, he vowed that it would be successful.
Wouldn't it be a slap in the face if he failed this time?
Restart research on a new werewolf vaccine in the Potions Department.
The Potions Department is different from the Alchemy Department. Their building is all black. From a distance, it looks like a huge black square box.
"The Alchemy Department has made a name for itself, we can't lose!"
Damo Alex cheered on the potion masters and said: "The Order of Merlin is waiting for us!"
"Stop talking nonsense, Belby." A potion master who was deceived said angrily, "Your method doesn't work at all!"
Although some magic potion refining cycles even start on an annual basis, obviously the werewolf vaccine, which needs to be spread on a large scale, cannot take too long.
Logically speaking, one month is the longest time for refining.
But they showed no sign of completion.
"There must be something wrong." Another potion master couldn't help but said, "For example, we can try to increase the size of the wolfsbane aconite in this paper."
"That thing is already at the extreme dose. If you increase it, it's probably not a medicine, it's a poison."
"Fart, as long as we go through a few more rounds of dilution, the toxin of Wolfsbane Aconitum can be alleviated."
It has not been successfully developed yet, and as a result, there was an internal problem first.
Everyone is a master of potions, each of them is arrogant and arrogant, and no one is convinced by anyone.
They used their knowledge to argue like eight hundred ducks quacking.
Damo Alex is going crazy, is he going to lose face and ask John for help?
Just at this time.
His savior has arrived.
An owl was almost killed by the black smoke that filled the room. It hurriedly threw down a red envelope and left.
The Potions Masters fell silent.
Because it was a howler letter.
They gave each other strange looks, and no one could guess to whom the snarling letter was addressed.
Damo Alex walked over unhappily, picked it up and looked at it.
It's for yourself.
He fell silent.
But when he touched the roaring letter, it started to trigger.
"Dharma Alex Belby!"
Slughorn's voice sounded with such power that it made the black smoke fall back.
As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Slughorn studied the thesis for three months.
The first thing he did after he succeeded was to send a roaring letter to settle accounts with his former students.
"You big liar, what do you mean just having hands? I really want to pick up my magic wand and turn you into a five-legged monster, and put you in a cage so that you will be laughed at for the rest of your life."
"Fortunately, my potion knowledge is rich enough, otherwise I would never know in my life that I need to add the wolf's right toe after stirring it counterclockwise for two and a half times with the wand!"
"Toxic enough to stabilize the curse after injecting a werewolf vaccine on a full moon night!"
The words roared down.
Not only was Damo Alex not angry, he wanted to kiss the snarling letter.
The mystery of their failure is solved.
They are wrong.
Because they were considering the dose of a wizard and completely forgot about the physical changes that would occur after becoming a werewolf.
Not just him, but the entire Potions Department stopped arguing in an instant.
They had an unprecedented tacit understanding, no need for too much communication, and started a new refinement.
Soon, a brand new bottle of werewolf vaccine appeared.
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