Diagon Alley.

Gringotts' front door was full of people, but not far from them, the Weasley Magic Trick Shop was bustling.

"Come and support the Appleby Arrows!" George snorted and held a light blue Quidditch No.6 shirt with a silver arrow logo on it.

"Appleby Arrows vs. Ballykas Bats!" Fred waved a flag with a red bat on a black background.

"Come and 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 makes it impossible to imagine that there is a threat of saints outside.

When the brothers went to the back, they simply handed over the job of selling clothes to the graduates they had recruited from the school.

Seamus was here, and his whole body was about to be squeezed into a meatloaf.

A fat mound knocked him to the ground, nearly causing him to be trampled by the crowd.

"George, do you know what this feels like?" Fred took the magic cards that were waiting to be fed and swiped them at the purple crystal-encrusted machine.

"Of course." George swiped a card in one hand and swiped it at the machine.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and said in unison: "The goose that lays golden eggs." ”

There was no intention of reducing the number of people, and Ron was in another window, scrambling to take out the tickets one by one.

"Oh my God."

He didn't have the heart to think about anything else now, and there were only countless magic cards in front of him as if he couldn't wait to send him money.

He was also 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.

One by one, the wizards who bought tickets went through the portal.

On the other side of the door, the world-class Quidditch pitch at Silver Hand Amusement Park was filled with cheers.

"Welcome to the Top Wizards League, and I'm our guest speaker today, Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Sports."

"And me, Ernie McMillan."

At the Quidditch pitch there is a circular interpretive room in which two people are in charge of the commentary.

Ernie McMillan was influenced by Quidditch at school and chose to become a Quidditch Explainer after graduating.

Ludo Bagman was a special guest, and the commentator hosted the competition.

"The referee we saw first was the famous former Falmouth Falcons legend, the seeker Russell Duroux."

"You have no idea how sharp Russell Duroux's eyesight is, he has eagle eyes, and during my time in service, we all privately named him Black Falcon, this old thing's eyesight is so good that no small gesture can hide from his eyes."

"Oh my God, you old thing, I'm complimenting you!"

The wizard in charge of projecting the players onto the big screen was very cooperative in projecting Russell Duroux onto it.

Russell Duroux cursed in his mouth, presumably greeting Bagman's relatives.

The two men were scolding each other from a distance, but it was Ernie who stopped Bagman who was about to run wild.

"The team came out, and the first to come out was the Appleby Arrows, and their usual tactic was the Seeker slash tactic, and their Seeker Rob Marshall was the star of the house."

Ernie did a good job of pinpointing the other person's strengths.

Rob Marshall sat on a firebolt and waved his arms at a rapid pace.

As soon as he appeared, he made the crowd cheer, and then spontaneously organized a wave of adults in the audience on the left.

"The Balikas Bats are out, and their captain is Joakim Rowns, a nimble chaser and the top scorer in the league so far."

On the other side, many bats flew out of the black, and then the Bat Bat Team flew out in a winged formation.

Not to be outdone, supporters of the Bat Team of Brackas also formed a human wave.

Where the Balikas Bats flew over, waves followed.

Bagman stopped scolding his old friend, and took over the conversation and said: "The players of both sides are ready, and the Appleby Arrows are currently third in the league win rate, and as its old rival, Balikas is fifth. ”

"It's going to be an uphill battle, and our focus will most likely be on decapitation tactics."

"Mr. Bagman, what do you think is the probability that Rob Marshall will take off the Golden Snitch?" Ernie humbly asked.

Bagman thought for a moment and said, "The Appleby Arrows have won the first three games with decapitation, and if they can't get the Golden Snitch before the behemoth of Joakim Rownes warms up, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win." ”

"The Ballycas Bats can't get this win and will miss out on the final."

His words drew a furious spray from Appleby's Arrows fans.

And Ballycastle Bats fans heard his 'curse' against their own team and joined in the abuse.

Fortunately, Bagman's face was already thick enough, after all, he dared to owe money to the second king at the beginning.

Mente Metaxas was looking at the World Cup-like atmosphere with his mouth wide open.

Of course, the number is not as exaggerated as 100,000 in the World Cup.

But for a sparsely populated wizarding world, this lineup of nearly 50,000 people is scary enough.

Because it's not a World Cup, a game in the top wizarding league, not even the final.

At this time, he intuitively saw the influence brought by these three leagues.

Oh no, there's also a league that already exists, the League Cup.

It was a tournament in the English and Irish Quidditch League, and compared to the three leagues, there was no restriction on the level of cross-division.

Rao so, to make these wizards so crazy still frightened Menter Metaxas, the head of the Quidditch Council.

He was holding a Ballycas Bats outfit in his hand, which was not expensive to sell, but the amount that could add up to earn close to a few thousand Galleons in a game.

Don't look at John's level, but don't forget that the Minister of Magic is only a few thousand Galleons a year.

And that's just the clothes, and if you count the others, the number can be doubled.

Where is this selling things, it's just picking up money.

Not to mention the increase in the number of games, the influence and endorsement fees brought by the increase.

For example, in this one, various advertisements will flash on the big screen and on the edge of the stadium.

What is the silver hand fashion building, the silver hand wine cellar, the silver ...... Wait, why are there so many silver hands?

I almost forgot who the richest man in the country was.

Mentt gasped.

If this model were to become popular in the wizarding world, the Quidditch Council would skyrocket.

Where is this trouble, it's simply the God of Wealth.

His son, Karong, was cheering in Appleby Arrows Seeker outfit.

Just now Appleby Arrows scored a goal.

"Need a butterbeer?"

Carrying a crate with a butterbeer advertisement on it, the pretty girl asks Mente.

"What is this?"

"Butterbeer," the girl said, her eyes brightening as she took out her glass, "do you need it?" ”

"Give me a drink."

"Okay."

The girl points the wand-shaped nozzle behind her at the cup, and a thick bubbly butterbeer appears in the cup.

"It's amazing." Mente couldn't help but applaud, he took a sip, and it tasted good.

He also saw people walking around selling all kinds of snacks.

Those who need it just need to call them.

It's not great.

"I could stay here all day."

Mentt laughed and joined the atmosphere.

The result was that he supported the Ballykas Bats and almost got into a fight with his son.

In the end, the Appleby Arrows won the game by a thrilling 10th.

Once again, the decapitation tactic succeeded.

And after Mente left the court, he couldn't wait to find John.

"Father, this place is simply amazing!"

Karong was still reluctant, and Gate smiled: "In the future, the whole world can enjoy such an atmosphere!" ”

He told Karong to go back first, and he went to the Ministry of Magic without stopping.

John was already waiting there, with two cups of coffee in front of him.

Thinking that one of the cups was for himself, Menter took it and drank it.

John stopped talking and said, "That's what Minister Roland left just now. ”

Gate froze, looking at the empty coffee, and he thought of Roland's old face.

"Tell me what you think." John snapped his fingers, and the coffee in his cup resumed.

Drink it all anyway.

As soon as Mente mentioned this, he excitedly said, "Can it really be like that, I mean, the whole world?" ”

"Of course," John chuckled, "you should have seen it, the portal." ”

"Yes, I saw it, it felt like a dream."

Menth's heart was beating wildly.

John wasn't surprised to see this, after all, this was a reform that changed the wizarding world.

"The more crisis, the more entertainment." John took a sip of his coffee, "You see fear on their faces?" ”

Menter recalled it carefully, and found that none of those people would be afraid to worry about the saints at all.

Even I forgot about it for a short time.

"That's the beauty of athletics, to boost morale when it's needed most, so that they don't fall into the saints."

John shrugged and said, "There is still a top wizarding league in a few days, you may be able to take a look and think about it." ”

"No, I've already decided." "I support your approach, Lord Wick. ”

He has been conquered.

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