Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals, as the name suggests: a committee for the disposal of magical beasts that threaten the safety of the wizarding world.

Walton McNeill, the commission's chief executioner, specializes in executing magical creatures that are deemed dangerous.

In fact, eight generations of McNeill's ancestors have been doing this kind of work.

Even before the enactment of the Secrecy Act, wizards from the McNeill family were executioners in Muggle society.

They personally executed a large number of Muggles, including kings, such as:

Mary I, Queen of Scots, Charles I of England, and the famous King of France...... Louis XVI.

In addition, more than half of the ghosts in the Headless Hunters team were beheaded by wizards from the McNeill family.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a professional.

Nick, who almost lost his head, the most important thing in his life was that he was executed that year and did not meet a McNeill executioner.

So much so that his head is not completely separated from his neck, and he will never be able to enter the headless hunter team again!

In short, execution is indeed McNeill's ancestral craft.

In the original plane, Hagrid's Hippogriff's attack on Draco was to have Walton McNeill executed.

Thanks to Rove's help, the case was transferred to the Department of Education of the Ministry of Magic, which helped Buckbeak clear his guilt and failed to give McNeil a chance to make a move, but the boy still remembered him well.

Because...... He also has a hidden identity, the Death Eater.

McNeil, like Lucius Malfoy, was a Death Eater who escaped prison!

And Rove was on a list of magical creatures that he could come into contact with, and when he saw such a wizard, he would naturally focus his suspicions on him.

But suspicion is only suspicion, and in order to become a fact, evidence is needed, and before finding evidence, an antidote must be brewed.

When Shirley, Margaery, and Hermione were done shopping, Rov took them as strong men and brought them in to help him make potions.

The four of them hurried and practiced shooting, and finally boiled the potion on the opening day.

This also made Fudge's hanging heart fall completely.

With the opening tournament of the Quidditch World Cup approaching, there were more and more wizards in the camp, numbering tens of thousands.

It is not uncommon to see queues for several kilometers to fetch water and go to public toilets.

Looking at those crowded queues, there is even a sense of "how can there be so many wizards".

It can't be helped, as the quadrennial Quidditch World Cup, there is no doubt that it is an indispensable wizarding feast.

As long as there are idle wizards in the world, even if they buy tickets from scalpers at a high price, they will come to watch this World Cup, and some people quit their jobs and sell their houses to scrape together money to watch the World Cup.

It can only be said that it is a kind of faith!

The Vietnamese Ministry of Magic has done the most humane.

In order to give everyone time to watch the game, I directly added a month of work in a row, did not have a holiday for four weekends, and finally concentrated on five days of vacation.

This compensatory leave scheme ...... It's heartwarming, it's the most beautiful Ministry of Magic!

As the number of people multiplied, there were also various problems in the camp:

Some people came too late, the good places were occupied, and the location of the tent was not too far from the stadium and toilets, but the location was too poor, and they were very dissatisfied.

There are also fans between countries, directly offline live PK, and there have been several fights between Scottish and England fans alone.

In the end, a closer investigation revealed that it was the Irish fan next door who secretly arched the fire.

It is worthy of bulk Britain, European small Jiangsu.

The South Korean and American Quidditch teams have reconciled, but the fan disputes between the Russian and Ukrainian teams have intensified, and as long as they drink some vodka, they will fight each other.

Waiting until the night when the Russian Minister of Magic arrived at the stadium brought this conflict to its climax.

It turned out that the big tent where he lived was attacked by a small toy broomstick, and almost set fire to a flag on top of the tent.

Of course, Ukraine's Minister of Magic immediately denied it, saying that this matter had nothing to do with him, and that the Russian fans did it themselves.

It can only be said that this wave is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.

In the midst of this uproar, the British Ministry of Magic almost all moved to the stadium and went straight to the office.

Most of the Aurors have also come here, and the security level has reached the highest level in history, even last year's pursuit of Peter Pettigrew did not have this battle.

Some retired old Aurors are also temporarily recalled to participate in the maintenance of order in the camp, but overtime pay is definitely not given, after all, they have long since retired, and they are not part of the labor relationship, let alone the labor laws of the wizarding world.

In addition to being cheap, this kind of retired Auror is also a good backbiter, as long as someone violently enforces the law, he can be fired on the grounds of temporary work.

Anyway, Fudge will not allow any country, region or dark wizard to sabotage this World Cup.

He pointed to selling tickets, taking into account the advertising costs of the World Cup and gambling taxes...... it hard.

As night falls, the Quidditch World Cup stadium is lit up with a patchwork of lights, becoming more and more lively.

All wizards took their tickets and headed for the Quidditch arena.

Tina, who arrived in time, looked at the crowd and said with a smile, "It's been a long time since I've seen so many wizards." ”

"yes." Newt bowed his head slightly, surrounded by so many people, he was about to commit autism.

The old man still prefers to be with magical creatures than Quidditch matches, even if it is more interesting to crouch on the ground and watch the ants move.

But it's also fun to take your wife and accompany your grandson and granddaughter to the game.

Newt looked at Rove, then at Margaery, Shirley, and Hermione beside him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart...... It's just that there are a lot of granddaughters.

When they went, the box on the top floor was a high-level passage, and there were very few wizards here, so they basically didn't have to queue up and came to the entrance.

Rove took out a bunch of tickets, and the wizard of the Ministry of Magic at the entrance checked it, and then glanced at the boy, stunned for a moment.

"Miss, what's wrong, is there a problem with the ticket?" Rove asked.

The witch came back to her senses, and hurriedly shook her head, "No, Mr. Rove Scamander...... Six first-class tickets...... Please proceed to the private dining room on the top floor...... The room nameplate number is Uranus! ”

"Thank you." Rove put away his ticket and walked up the stairs.

As she walked up the stairs, Hermione wondered, "Do you know that witch just now?" ”

"I don't know." Rove shook his head: "I've never seen it." ”

"And how does she know your name?"

"Are there any wizards in England who don't know my name?" Rove said lightly.

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