The World Cup is over.

Or at a pace that no one expected.

Actually, it's not that I didn't think of it

The main arena is on the African side, and there has been too much news in Europe lately to accommodate a Quidditch match held elsewhere.

Gate also continued to host the World Cup as John instructed.

Before anyone noticed, the World Cup was over.

Ron was in a trance.

This is probably the least crowded World Cup in nearly a century.

So much so that later, as a way to identify a veteran Quidditch fan, was to ask about the game.

Also known as the Quidditch True Love Powder Test Question.

After all, this year, in the UK, even Malfoy's name is louder than the world champion.

John was a little surprised, he didn't expect Mente to say that it would be held so quickly.

Here you are fighting on the front lines, but you are playing in Africa.

There was a kind of embarrassment when he saw John.

"So you...... Still sticking money? ”

John looked at the cost of this World Cup.

To be honest, that part of Africa, whether it's Muggles or the wizarding world, seems to reveal some poverty.

Gate held the World Cup there, and not only did he not get any money, but he also posted a lot of it.

In the second dynasty, he was able to be laughed at until Malfoy played in two World Cups.

Fortunately, at the beginning of this World Cup, the alchemy products about magic power have already begun to go on sale.

A set of things called the Magic Power Camera just recorded that game.

John gave something to Lucius Malfoy as the cornerstone of his sports channel.

There are three main major events in the current magical society that make headlines back and forth.

One is the advent of the Magic Power product, the other is the birth of the Magic Association, and finally the report on the saints.

Every time there is a link of news about the saints, it can always affect the mood of the wizards.

What they wanted most was how many of the sons of bitches died, not about the Aurors getting hurt.

The evening news is something that every family has to wait for, and the male protagonists start watching the magic power TV in the tavern and talking about the saints.

But most of the endings are about the damned saints not dying yet.

In less than a month, they were already used to watching Magic Power TV and talking.

The audience for each channel has also been decided.

The Prophet Channel is a must-have for male parents.

The Crook Corner Channel appeals to most women.

Sports channels are enjoyed by young people.

Of course, there are surprises.

Penelope, for example, doesn't like the Crook Channel, she prefers the Prophet Channel.

Perhaps women in politics have this self-awareness, and Donmi once complained that Oz often watched the Prophet Channel.

Muggle channels are also gradually opening.

The television station that John bought obtained a variety of broadcast rights, and they were not afraid of running out of programs to watch because of their deep pockets.

It also happened to let more people know how the Muggle's iron wand worked.

The pros and cons of this are mixed, the good thing is that wizards know about Muggles, and the bad is that wizards have an impression of Muggles as violent.

John was also helpless about this, and he introduced other programs.

For example, there are various dances and musicals.

Unfortunately, the dances and music seemed strange to wizards.

They can understand the various instruments of the band, but they can't understand why they don't have to sing with a toad in their arms.

For example, those Muggles were talking with what looked like a round hammer in their hands.

They wondered, isn't this something that can be solved with a loud spell?

The discussion of Muggles was also one of the topics of conversation among wizards.

...

Silver Hand Manor.

Basil flew back from outside, and the first thing he did as he entered the room showed a wary look.

Those big eyes looked around, and their heads were raised, as if to catch the smell of foreign owls that had not yet dissipated in the air.

John looked at a letter from Lockhart.

As one of the top performers in the wizarding world, John could imagine the reaction of this performer when he knew about television.

During his time at Hogwarts, Lockhart had the audacity to teach by interpreting his own plays into plays.

Now that there is such a good opportunity for the work to be seen intuitively by more people, Lockhart can't sit still.

He strongly demanded that his works be put on the big screen.

and openly and secretly said that it is best to let the handsome Gilderoy Lockhart himself play.

For this reason, John kindled the faith as if he had not seen it.

It's better to leave this kind of thing to the professionals.

Lockhart would better stay at home and delve into the next book.

However, he reminded John that as the top IP in the wizarding world, Lockhart's full series is definitely qualified to enter the screen.

At present, John did not want to enter the age of entertainment to death, where there were Muggles outside and saints inside.

He needed to make wizards understand Muggles, not Muggles.

March is moving forward without saying a word.

Where wizards can't see, this world is going further with the efforts of a group of people.

International Academy of Magical Technology.

Potions Department.

Damo Alex, who is the vice president, has not been out of the house for months.

The room was filled with black billowing smoke, and the hairless head's eyes were red in the smoke, scratching its head like a vampire staring at the mountains of materials.

Damo Alex, who used too much refreshment and caused black smoke to come out of his ears, said to himself, "What went wrong?" ”

Werewolf vaccine.

The directory John gave him never went out.

Despite the many Potions Masters of the Magic Masters Guild, it took them three months just to read through the books.

When it came to practice, the ten of them took out ten kinds of potions.

Everyone's understanding is different, and ten different potions are produced.

"No, we can't do it like this!"

Damo Alex poured a bottle of pick-me-up into his mouth, and the smoke in his ears came out like a steam train.

His eyes widened, and everyone had to work together to crack a point.

At the beginning, he swore that he could succeed.

Isn't this failure a slap in the face?

Re-conduct research on a new werewolf vaccine at the Potions Department.

Unlike the Potions Department, their building is black in that it looks like a huge black box from a distance.

"The Alchemy Department has made a name for itself, we can't afford to lose!"

Damo Alex cheered up the Potions masters, and he drew a big pie and said, "The Order of Merlin is waiting for us!" ”

"Stop, Belby." One of the Potions Masters who had been tricked exclaimed, "Your method doesn't work at all!" ”

Although it is said that some potion refining cycles even start on an annual basis, the werewolf vaccine, which needs to spread out on a large scale, obviously does not take too long.

It stands to reason that one month of refining is already the longest time.

But they showed no sign of completion.

"It must be something wrong." Another potions master couldn't help but say, "For example, the wolf venom aconitum in this paper, we can try to increase it." ”

"That thing is already the limit dose, and if you increase it, it is probably not medicine, it is poison."

"Fart, as long as we go through a few more rounds of dilution, the toxin of lupus aconitum can be relieved."

It has not been successfully developed, and it turns out that there is a problem internally.

Everyone is a Potions master, all of them are arrogant, and no one is convinced.

They used their knowledge to quarrel like eight hundred ducks quacking there.

Damo Alex is going crazy, is he going to pull down his face and ask John for help?

It was at this time.

His savior came.

An owl almost didn't die from the black smoke that filled the room, and hurriedly threw down a red envelope and left.

The Potions Masters fell silent.

Because it was a howling letter.

They gave each other strange looks, and no one could guess to whom the roaring letter was addressed.

Damo Alex walked over unhappily, picked it up and looked at it.

It's for yourself.

He was silent.

But when he touched the roaring letter, it began to trigger.

"Damo Alex Belby!"

Slughorn's voice rang out with a power that sent the black smoke back.

As Headmaster of Hogwarts, Slughorn spent three months studying his dissertation.

The first thing he did after he succeeded was to send a shouting letter to settle accounts with his former students.

"You big liar, what do you mean by having hands? I really want to pick up my wand and turn you into a five-legged monster, and put you in a cage where you will be laughed at for the rest of your life. ”

"Fortunately, I have a lot of knowledge about potions, otherwise I wouldn't have known in my life that I would need to add the right toe of the wolf after stirring counterclockwise with a wand for two and a half turns!"

"Toxic enough to stabilize the curse after vaccinating the werewolf on a full moon night!"

A roar of words came down.

Not only was Damo Alex not angry, he wanted to kiss the roaring letter.

The puzzle of their failure is solved.

They were wrong.

Because they are thinking about the dose of the wizard, completely forgetting the physical changes they have after being werewolfized.

Not just him, the entire Potions Department stopped arguing in an instant.

They had an unprecedented tacit understanding, and they didn't need to communicate too much, and started a new refining.

Soon, a brand new vial of werewolf vaccine appeared.

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