Mente Metaxas of the Quidditch Council was apprehensive at the moment.

He sat in the British Ministry of Magic, his fingers restlessly clasping the burr of his right thumb.

The last time Roger Spotwood was interviewed, he didn't come back to his senses for a few days after he returned.

As one of the two major organizations of the International Confederation of Wizards, he panicked.

"The Second King wants to hold the International Confederation of Wizards firmly in his hands, what should I do?"

The Quidditch Committee is not as important as the Department of Education, but it is for all Quidditch enthusiasts.

After knowing that John was looking for him, he was so frightened that he hurriedly checked what he had done over the years.

Aside from a few things that happened at the last Quidditch World Cup, I didn't seem to have any big problems.

Is it because of the postponement of this session?

That's also because of the saints, who have wronged themselves.

Ment thought about it as the black door opened.

He was agitated and subconsciously stood up.

"Sit down."

"Okay." Gate sat down immediately.

With an uneasy look on his face, he watched John sit across from him.

"Lord Wick, I have no contact with that person, and I definitely not belong to that person!"

He hastened to show his loyalty.

He and Dumbledore didn't know each other, and the two basically didn't cross paths.

Gate was a graduate of Durmstrang, and neither he nor Dumbledore were of the same era.

John smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not asking you for trouble."

"That's right." Menter breathed a sigh of relief.

He is a true fan of the game of Quidditch and is himself a former Quidditch player.

John asked, "What do you think of Quidditch now?"

"Views?" Mente wondered, "Do you mean the World Cup, this time because of the Saints, the World Cup was postponed."

"No, the World Cup still needs to be held," John said, "and the more times like this, the more peace must be seen for all wizards."

"I mean about the Quidditch format."

John snapped his fingers, and a stack of parchment flew towards Gate.

"The current Quidditch format is too monolithic, everyone is preparing for the World Cup, and the sport has lost too much."

Menter picked up a piece of parchment and looked at it.

Above is the plan for the new format.

"It's been in place in the UK for a while," John said, "and during that time, a number of Quidditch clubs in the UK have contributed a corresponding value."

"Top Wizard Competition, Advanced Wizard Competition, Junior Wizard Competition?"

"Up two down two?"

Gate went from being confused at the beginning to being preoccupied at the back.

There was excitement in his eyes.

Because he saw the future when Quidditch was glorious.

Originally, because Quidditch required a lot of space and the number of people needed to form a team, the sport was usually played in schools.

Ordinary wizards only want to play after graduation, and there is only one way to join the club.

But the club is very talented, and they are almost always training every day.

It's not something that ordinary people can participate in at all.

It's a sport that ordinary wizards can only enjoy when they're competing.

And more often than not, you can only be there in person during the World Cup.

But now, this reform, not to say every day, will at least appear in the public eye more frequently.

The three leagues can also raise the sense of competition and crisis between clubs.

John also gave advice on how to run the club, such as selling jerseys and various merchandise to make money.

Rather than being self-financed behind closed doors.

It's not friendly to the club, it's not friendly to the crowd either.

There are also exhibition matches, as well as friendly matches.

This left Mente dizzying.

"Genius, it's a genius idea!" Mente said excitedly.

"But I learned it from Muggles," John said calmly, "and besides, it requires a lot of construction if it needs to be promoted."

Mente calmed down as well, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's hard to do, most wizarding colonies are in Muggle cities, Lord Wick."

If the method of using the door key is naturally possible, it will give rise to many problems, such as the use of the door key to modify it.

And the one-time transmission of the door key is limited, time-consuming and labor-intensive.

"It seems that Metaxas doesn't care about the silver hand." John looked at him with a smirk.

Mente was a little embarrassed, he was more concerned about Quidditch.

John waved his hand, and the proposal flipped to the third-to-last page.

A door appears above.

"This is the portal that has been adopted by Silver Hand Amusement Park," John said, "This is a stable teleportation, and the spatial coordinates are fixed in it, as long as the energy above it is maintained."

John snapped his fingers, and the parchment door floated out.

Gate noticed that there were nine crystal-like crystals on top of the door.

The crystal glowed purple, and a severed teleportation path appeared in the middle of the door.

"Regarding the use and maintenance of mana crystals, I suggest you watch the last two pages."

Gate froze, "That would solve the problem about the venue and teleportation."

With this door, they don't have to build the site to the city, and they can move to the middle of nowhere.

It can be said that this plan is almost implemented.

This is a Quidditch overhaul that removes the previous competition model and divides the ranks.

As the Second King carried out.

Power reigns supreme.

The strong come up, and the weak go down.

John looked at Gate and smiled calmly, "Quidditch League calms the minds of wizards."

"We need to restore their faith," John snapped his fingers and the door disappeared, "their fear of Muggles, their fear of the saints."

"We want them to know that Muggles aren't as terrible as they think."

"And the saints......" John said contemptuously, "are but a mob in the name of purification, and nothing to fear."

Mente shuddered inwardly.

John's contempt for the saints reminds one of his attitude toward the Death Eaters.

Yes, nothing to fear.

Because of me, the second king of the wizarding world, John Wick.

You can continue to have fun and keep watching the game.

Because of me.

The second king conquered everything he saw, including the human heart.

Gate returned home in a daze.

He was sitting on the couch and his son was excited to run over.

"Father, did you see Lord Wick?"

His son, Karong Metaxas.

A student who graduated from Durmstrang, but he was an ardent fan of the Second King.

Even more proud of his Quidditch victory in Durmstrang than his father's meeting with the second king.

Karong excitedly said, "What kind of person is he?"

Mentt exhaled heavily, looked at his son, and said, "He showed me what a king is."

Mente admits that he has a feeling of wanting to surrender to his feet.

"No wonder you say he's a born king, Ludwig." Gate sighed.

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