Nestled in the volcanic ash and rocky cliffs, Edinburgh is like an ancient wise man, with a force that calms the restlessness of the heart, and no matter how aggressive the storms and undercurrents of the outside world may be, it will always turn into a warm, comfortable breeze and drizzle after pouring into the city.

As a world-renowned Muggle destination, Attenborough City is home to Muggle travelers from all over the world all year round, and Arthur's Seat, which overlooks the city, is a must-see for Muggles.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the Muggles who climbed the mountain formed an unbroken black stream.

Muggles were so obsessed with the beauty of this ancient city, also known as the 'City of Literature', that close to them, wizards were also engaged in their 'sporting extravaganza'.

To the east at the foot of Salisbury's cliffs, in a green valley adjacent to the coastline, six tall rings of balls pierced into the sky.

Rather than the gloomy canopy outside, the sky above the valley where the makeshift Quidditch pitch is located is a clear blue sky at the turn of spring and summer, dotted with a few flawless white clouds, while the warm sun hangs over the southwest sky, casting a red-gold halo over the thousands of wizards in the valley.

Call!

The sudden eruption of the mountain and tsunami formed a strong gust of wind in the valley, hitting the mountain walls on both sides back and forth, and even blowing away the clouds on the false canopy.

"There's no doubt that Lector caught the Golden Snitch and he ended the game!"

In the middle of the high stands, Ludo pointed his wand to his neck, waving his other hand red-faced,

"It's brilliant, guys, both teams have been in the same way, the defeat at the Quidditch World Cup didn't bring the Scots down, they have undoubtedly found their form and judging by the win in this game, I have every confidence that they will do wonders at the next Quidditch World Cup!

And against a world-class team, the lads of the Skoll Universal Defiler Club played their own style completely, have you noticed, guys, they have twice pulled the score against the Scotland team to 30 points thanks to their excellent chasers, and I won't be surprised if they can reach the top four of the Europa League this year! ”

"Thank you so much, Mr. Bagman!"

The cheers in the stadium were still there, but the Scottish players who received the final payment of the sponsorship fee had left the stadium early after dealing with a crowd of fans in front of them, and Ludo Bagman, who was the special guest and commentator, returned to the lounge behind the stands to receive a thank you from the exhibition match organisers.

The head of the organizer, who was a little bald but looked shrewd, took advantage of the opportunity to shake Ludo's hand and stuffed a heavy money bag into Ludo's sleeve robe, and then, the smile on Ludo's face was even brighter,

"No thanksgiving, York, you know, as the Director of the Department of Magical Sports, my greatest wish is to see this country shine internationally on the Quidditch level!"

York nodded repeatedly,

"With your efforts, I believe we will be able to win the Quidditch World Cup sooner or later, Mr. Bagman--"

York looked at Ludo with expectant eyes,

"If you could attend the gala dinner in the evening—"

"Oh, I'm afraid it won't work, York-"

Ludo patted his belly, which was becoming more and more obvious, with a look of regret,

"You know, since Barty Sr. finally got his hands on the grinder, a lot of the Triwizard Tournament has fallen to me, and I'll have to rush back to the department tonight to take care of something, and tomorrow I'll have some other lads waiting for me to give them encouragement!"

"Totally understood, a big man like you is always in charge of-"

After a few words in his heart, York solemnly lifted the suitcase for Bagman.

Coming out of the VIP passage of the arena, watching York walk back into the shadows of the passage, Ludo, who had been happy, suddenly restrained his smile, he looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one around, he couldn't wait to shake out the money bag from his sleeve.

Boom --

Garon reflected a dizzying golden light in the remnant sun, and Ludo, who had picked up a handful of gold coins, was more radiant than when he had just commented on the game.

Stuffing the money bag into his suitcase, Ludo hummed a brisk ditty as he pressed the brim of his yarernous black hat and took a step towards the open platform outside the arena dedicated to the wizards' apparitions and portkey landings and Floo nets.

There weren't many people on the open platform halfway up the mountain, people were watching the special flying trick show after the race, but there seemed to be something wrong with the fireplaces embedded in the walls, there was a big puff of smoke, some personnel were on emergency maintenance, Ludo raised his head slightly, his eyes swept over a row of fireplaces, and he chose what was still usable, but--

Syllable--

Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, and Ludo looked back in surprise to find a black leather glove floating in the air behind him, gesturing at him.

After a few seconds of froze, Ludo realized that it was the glove that was pointing him in the direction, and raised his hand to cover the sunlight, and Ludo vaguely saw that on the top of the mountain higher up, a dark figure stood in the light and waved his arm at him.

Not--

As he hesitated, the black gloves had circled around him and made an inviting gesture.

"Okay, let me see who the hell is-"

Ludo shrugged his shoulders meaninglessly, reached out and grasped the leather glove, and then the figure disappeared into a rapidly swirling phantom.

"Your commentary is still so passionate, Ludo-"

When the young but calm face bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun fell into view, Ludo quietly opened his mouth, and his eyes that were slightly narrowed by the mountain wind slowly opened to the maximum, and the whole person fell into a huge consternation.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Ludo's stiff expression melted, and he shouted happily, jumping in front of Amosta as if hitting a spring under his feet, and patted Amosta on the shoulder,

"It's surprising, Amosta, old man, there's nothing going on at Hogwarts? You're going to come to the game, oh, are you a fan of Scotland, or are you supporting Skoll's club? ”

Ludo was smiling, but his heart was filled with a pang of weakness, he didn't know if Amosta had just seen the scene where he counted the money.

Nominally, he accepted the invitation to be in charge of the exhibition match to support the Quidditch cause in China, and everyone knew that he was involved in this kind of event, and the organizers would definitely thank him privately. But this is not a matter that can be put on the table after all, and it is really detrimental to the majesty of the Ministry of Magic that the dignified director of the Department of Magic has traveled so far to personally explain a game that has not attracted much attention in order to get some gold.

"I don't think work is the whole of life, and it needs some entertainment once in a while, Ludo—"

Amosta smiled, knowing exactly what Ludo's eyes were twinkling at the moment, but he didn't intend to pierce it. He beckoned to Ludo and walked down a narrow path carved out by Muggle climbers on the ridge.

His laid-back gesture made Ludo even more uneasy, unsure of what Amosta was seeing him for. Anyway, it's certainly not for small talk.

Taking off his hat, Ludo quickly followed, following Amosta's side.

"How's the ministry going, Ludo?" Amosta asked casually.

"Oh!"

Ludo suddenly became active, and seemed to have something to say,

"Although I don't really appreciate the old Barty's old-fashioned work style, I have to say that there is a lack of a shrewd and capable person in the ministry, Cornelly is only keen to go to drinking parties, and Dolores is a silly woman who spends her days thinking about how to install people in various divisions in order to gain more power. I don't care about that, so I'm running out and hiding! ”

"You're the head of the Department of Magical Communications, Ludo—"

Amosta laughed and said in a casual tone,

"Barty is not very sick, and it looks like he won't be able to host the work for a while, so you haven't thought about taking advantage of this time to show your abilities and get more support?"

"Oh, I'm not that kind of material, and besides, that stupid woman at Dolores has made up her mind to take Cornelius's class, and I don't want to be targeted by her!"

Ludo said at once, and only after he had spoken quickly did his mind turn around and look suspiciously at Amosta's side face,

"Why, Amosta, do you want to get a job with the Ministry of Magic?"

Amosta glanced at Ludo helplessly, the top brass in the ministry knew that he had a good relationship with Amelia, and it was almost certain that he would take Dumbledore's class in the future, only Ludo would ask this, but after confirming that this guy's brain was as confused as ever, Amosta was relieved.

"Like you, Ludo-" Amosta said lightly, "I'm not that piece either"

Ludo smacked his lips regretfully, he felt that Amosta still had a good appetite for him in some places, and besides, he had a good relationship with those cunning goblins, if Amosta wanted to be the Minister of Magic, he would definitely support it, but only if Amosta had to help him go to the goblins to cancel the gambling debts he had incurred during this time.

"That's right--"

As if knowing Ludo's thoughts, Amosta suddenly stopped in front of a thin cloud that was slowly drifting, and he looked at Ludo fixedly, looking at him with a little playful eyes,

"How much do you owe to the elves all this time, Ludo?"

(End of chapter)

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