304. Mr. Diggory's Daily Life

Mr. Diggory and Field walked in the middle of the empty court, with few staff around, except for a few wizards around the stadium constantly adjusting the position of the magic cameras. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You see, it shouldn't be a big problem. Field, pointing to the cameras floating around the stadium, said, "Sixteen magic cameras are filming the whole stadium in all directions. ”

"Six aerial cameras complement the photography. Field said, pointing to six helicopter-like cameras floating in the sky.

"Finally, there is the pocket camera worn by each player, which completely records the perspective of each player. Field proudly pulled out a cylinder camera the size of a pen cap and handed it to Mr. Diggory.

"The new ones that have been made in the past two days are for the Triwizard Tournament, which can be used for live broadcasts and to check the condition of the warriors to avoid unnecessary casualties. Field said confidently.

Mr. Diggory weighed the small thing in his hand and said, "Very well, it helps with security, this is a good way to convince the Ministry of Magic, and I will write this situation into the minister's memorandum later." ”

Mr. Diggory was about to leave, but was stopped by Phil.

"Let's go, don't you talk to your mother, or you'll be in real trouble when you get home." Field said.

Mr. Diggory smiled wryly, "No, there are too many things going on at the Ministry of Magic, and I have an important meeting in the afternoon." ”

"What meeting is more important than Mom!" asked Field, not quite understanding.

"And the one at 10 Downing Street!" explained Mr. Diggory helplessly.

"British Prime Minister?" Field, a little surprised, he knew that the Ministry of Magic had a connection with the British government, but he didn't know that the number one person on both sides would meet.

"Yes, I wasn't allowed to have direct contact with the Prime Minister before, but now I'm acting as Minister of Magic, and this time the other party asked for a meeting. Mr. Diggory looked at the time and saw that it was already time to continue, "Fudge and the other heads of the Ministry of Magic are still at home, so I have been specially authorized to conduct this meeting. ”

"Is it still through the portrait?" Field, through Grandma Merry and Grandpa Kevin, knew that the European Ministry of Magic usually communicates with each other's number one person through the portrait, so he asked such a question.

"No, this time the other party asked to talk to me face-to-face, Mr. Prime Minister seems to be frightened by the voice called Dandell before, although the Muggle world is full of speculation, but Mr. Prime Minister seems to have decided that it was our wizard who made it up, and I need to explain it to him. ”

Mr. Diggory looked around at no one else and whispered, "And I can take this opportunity to make a good impression on the other party, after all, when I become Minister of Magic, I will need his support to carry out reforms." ”

Field nodded, "Be careful, many of those politicians are ruthless." ”

"Don't worry, if the situation isn't right, I'll phantom and run. I have an advantage," Mr. Diggory said confidently, revealing the rune tattoo of the 'Demon Slaying Order' on his arm.

The two talked for a while, and it was not until a member of the Ministry of Magic came to call that Mr. Diggory left the Quidditch pitch.

"Mr. Bagman, these cameras are already the minimum configuration, and they will affect the clarity of the live broadcast no more. Field and Nicholas explained vigorously to a tall, middle-aged man in the monitoring room.

"But, Mr. Diggory, don't you think it's an eyesore to have so many big guys around the Quidditch pitch? The middle-aged man Bagman said with a look of sincerity. "You know, when you play Quidditch, the subtle environmental factors can affect the mood of the players, and then affect the way the game is played, I was a batsman for the national team, you know I have the right to speak, right?"

The middle-aged man in front of him opened a pair of round blue eyes, a short head of golden hair, although he was close to middle age, but he was tall and strong, and Field, who had risen a lot this year, still looked a little thin beside him.

"Mr. Ludo Bagman, we've been working here for more than three months, and these cameras weren't put up on the first day today, and your athletics department should have known about the camera arrangements since we moved here, but it's hard for me to accept that you're proposing to withdraw some of them now. Uncle Nicholas said almost with a roar, completely ignoring the nearly two-meter size of the director of the Department of Physical Education of the Ministry of Magic opposite, who seemed to be completely angry.

"You should have someone to talk to us, but now you have to reduce the number of cameras, which makes it very difficult for us. "Field was afraid that the hot-tempered Uncle Nicholas would really fight with the other party, so he had to fight in a round.

"I'm sorry I sent Bertha Jorkins to take care of the job, but this tongue-chewing woman didn't tell me about the situation. Bagman didn't want to quarrel with Amos Diggory's son over such a trivial matter, so he explained lightly.

"And now. Where's the woman named Jorkins?" asked Nicholas angrily.

"Went on holiday to Albania and haven't come back yet. Bagman pouted.

"What? Now that the Quidditch World Cup is in full swing, the sports department in charge of preparing for such a sport has even gone on vacation. Nicholas was almost amused, "Is this how all your wizards at the Ministry of Magic work?"

"Shut up, Muggles!" Bagman yelled. Then he underestimated in a low voice: "The woman with no brains has not come back yet." ”

"Alright, alright, stop arguing, let's move the cameras around the stadium back to the front of the audience so that it doesn't interfere with the players' play, you see? Mr. Bagman. Field thought for a moment and said.

"Yes, that's it. Bagman nodded in agreement.

After the trio agreed on the layout of the court, Mr. Bagman was about to leave when he was stopped by Field.

"Mr. Bagman!" a flash flashed through Field's mind.

"Is there anything else, little Field!" said Bagman, who had finished his business, and asked Field, mimicking Mr. Diggory's tone.

"What did you say your subordinate was called?" Field, puzzled.

"Bertha - Bertha Jorkins. What's wrong with a stupid woman who has no sense of time?" Bagman grumbled.

"Where did she go on vacation, and for how long?" said Field, who seemed to catch some inspiration.

"Albania! It's been more than half a month, the holidays have long passed, this woman is notoriously notorious for not having time, so she was kicked around by various departments of the Ministry of Magic, and finally came to me. The Sports Division is not a garbage dump again, damn it. Mr. Bagman turned into a motch of complaints as he spoke.

"Albania!" Field's brow furrowed, and he finally realized that something was wrong.