Chapter 604 Salted Fish
The discussion among the wizards came to an abrupt end.
They looked at Dumbledore cautiously and breathed a sigh of relief when they found that he was just sitting there expressionless.
"Well, if Mr. Fudge thinks it doesn't matter, our furry bear country can actually host future competitions." The one who looks fair and fair, like a little boy, actually has eight-pack abs and two strong pectoralis major muscles. The burly young man is the Minister of Magic from the Bear Country.
As a fighting nation, having a good body and good martial arts is their way of survival. Therefore, even wizards still do not forget to exercise every day.
This is a group of people who usually use magic wands, but after being disarmed, their skills are automatically triggered - knights will not die with their bare hands, and a broom can beat you to the point of doubting your life.
"Cultivating the younger generation of wizards and providing them with a democratic and free environment to grow up is something that we, the Ministry of Magic of the United States, have the unshirkable responsibility for!" The Minister of Magic of the United States, who had golden hair as long as a chicken coop, was stunned and covered himself with hairspray before entering the door. His hair was styled like that of an elite. At this time, in order to seize the right to host the event, he did not hesitate to use his natural skills and words to pour water. For a time, the entire table was covered with his spittle.
The Ugandan Minister of Magic had a dark face and said after a long time, "We have a lot of territory where Muggles cannot set foot."
Minister Fudge looked confused.
Who am I, where am I, what are you talking about?
What is the purpose of this approach of bringing the event to your own country!
Will it be possible for someone to find out what is true and false about our country?
Why are you all sparing no effort to promote yourselves?
Aren't you afraid that Muggles will take the opportunity to learn about the magical world?
Principal Dumbledore was also a little confused. Only then did he realize that these people seemed to really want to hold an event in their own country that might cause trouble in his opinion, but should be very friendly to young wizards.
Why is this?
Because he didn't quite understand, Principal Dumbledore didn't ask immediately, but decided to wait and see what happened.
In the end, the wizards who hosted the finals of this event reached an agreement and decided by drawing lots four years in advance, or in other words, at the opening ceremony of the competition.
However, the next event will be held in the United States, which makes the American Minister of Magic blush with excitement.
"You are actually very interested in holding this kind of event in your own country?" Principal Dumbledore asked doubtfully, "Aren't you afraid of objections from those Muggle prime ministers?"
"No, they quite like these activities."
"Well, although he will definitely object, wouldn't it be better not to let him know?"
“As long as we pay enough taxes, we can do any activity.”
“Besides, hosting this kind of event is a great opportunity to make money!”
"Making money?" Principal Dumbledore looked confused. "How much money do you make?"
A wizard looked at him doubtfully and counted on his fingers, "For example, you can customize uniforms and write the name of the store in a prominent position on the uniforms.
“Or if a certain site is made by a well-known alchemy workshop, it can naturally be marked with their mark.
"Broomsticks used for reconnaissance can also be advertised. Although the Firebolt is the most powerful broomstick, if more people know about Nimbus 2005 or Nimbus 2006, the Firebolt won't actually matter, right?
"Especially in the area of food, all kinds of candies, pastries, tableware, dining tables, etc. You can make money through advertising in many aspects!"
The Minister of Magic of the United States said with emotion, "This is just what I can think of. If it were our market research officer, he would definitely be able to come up with a 300-page investigation report and put forward more useful suggestions."
Minister Fudge tremblingly looked at this guy who was a minister like himself, and asked with some difficulty, "Then, how much money will it cost?"
The Minister of Magic of the United States pinched his chin and said uncertainly, "I'm not sure, but if there are no accidents, regardless of the cost and share, the revenue from the Ministry of Magic alone is still tens of thousands of gold galleons, okay? , with more money you can start a lot of things, it’s a very good opportunity!”
As he said that, he looked at Minister Fudge gratefully, "Speaking of which, I really want to thank Minister Fudge. If you hadn't given up the right to host the next event, it might have taken us a long time to earn this money."
As he spoke, he sighed, "Over the years, I always feel that our research on magic spells and magic circles has been gradually declining, all because of lack of money. Now it's better. We will soon have a large amount of money in our account. Anyway, I still have to thank Minister Fudge for giving in!"
After hearing what he said, Fudge's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He opened his mouth, but for a while he couldn't say the words "You'd better give me this opportunity."
After all, he is the representative of the entire rotten country. If he goes back on his words like this, it will hurt his country's image!
"There is one more thing I want to discuss with you all..." At this time, Master Xuan surnamed Huo said, "Everyone... do you think that the current standards for judging wizards are too confusing? Just using and to divide them is really too confusing. It’s too simple and not intuitive enough…”
Naturally, the young wizards did not know about the meeting of adult wizards. In fact, they had now let themselves go.
You can see various dances every day, such as belly dance and snake dance. Of course, the most attractive one is the square dance.
I don’t know how these guys have the energy to sing and dance.
He even saw Yangko dancing...
The little wizards throughout the castle perfectly interpreted what is meant by the Grand Prize for Human Bewildering Behavior.
All in all, it’s very confusing.
After being idle for several days, watching his friends spreading shit every day, Robert felt that he couldn't help it anymore. On this day, he found the two adult wizards who were guarding the door, "Speaking of which, get us here." , isn’t there any competition?”
The two adult wizards happily watched the young wizards having fun. After hearing Robert's words, they asked with some confusion, "Haven't you all already competed? You Hogwarts and Kunlun from Flower Country won."
"Yes, yes." The other wizard nodded in agreement, "At least we arrived half a day early. Speaking of which, you guys are really awesome."
The two of them didn't recognize it at all. The person in front of them was the first place winner in this competition.
"No, I'm not talking about the first-to-arrive competition." Robert explained helplessly, "Did we be directed here just to communicate with people from other schools? There is nothing...such as the curse release competition. Ah, a Transfiguration contest, a Quidditch match, something like that?"
