Chapter 838: Heavyweights Appear
Compared with Vincent, Kenny really seems like a child who has not grown up.
While driving, Rinyin couldn't figure out why she fell in love with Kenny in the first place.
Is it because of youth and ignorance? Or is it because of blindness?
No, because there is no comparison.
Vincent is too good, so good that even without counting the four years added by the time turner, there are few young wizards in the current wizarding world who can compare with him.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald were probably no more than this when they were young.
When Vincent starts to really show his fangs, who can suppress him?
The corrupt British Ministry of Magic?
An elderly Dumbledore?
International Confederation of Wizards?
The corners of Linyin's mouth rose slightly, and she unconsciously stepped on the accelerator.
She envied Hermione a little, but felt more fortunate.
When that day comes, she will also muster up the courage to break free from the shackles that the Jingu family wants to bind her all the time.
The burgundy GT-R sped along the road, chasing the black Bugatti coupe in front.
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7 month 7 day,
7pm,
The Colosseum in Rome.
The much-anticipated Quidditch World Cup European qualifiers will officially begin in three hours, and now is the time for the spectators to enter.
Wizards from all over the world came to the vicinity of the competition venue through portkeys or Apparition. In just ten minutes, there were already hundreds of wizards standing here.
Some of them walked directly into the Colosseum, while others set up tents on the spot with an invisible stretch spell cast on them.
As the host, Scipio was wearing a gorgeous court robe and warmly welcoming the distinguished guests who had come from afar.
Among them were many well-known wizards, and even some heads of magical governments from various countries.
Astrid from the Greek Ministry of Magic arrived early.
She was wearing a red coat, had delicate makeup, and looked particularly energetic.
"Welcome, Minister Astrid." Scipio enthusiastically stepped forward and gave her a big hug.
The two chatted like friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.
After a moment, a hearty laugh was heard.
Obransk from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic was wearing a low-key grey robe and walking slowly towards the two with two tall and strong Aurors following behind him.
Astrid felt a chill in her throat. "Minister Scipio, I won't disturb your reception."
She walked quickly into the Colosseum as if she was escaping.
Scipio smiled bitterly and shook his head, but his face was soon filled with a bright smile again.
He opened his arms and walked towards the man who disgusted her, "Minister Oblansk, welcome, welcome."
After another big hug, they chatted as usual.
Perhaps because the topic was a bit boring, Scipio kept glancing around intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was expecting someone to show up.
As soon as a black and white vortex appeared in the distance, he turned to Oblansk with a look of regret, "Sorry, I have to excuse myself for a moment."
Russell from the French Ministry of Magic had just stood firm when he saw him striding towards him.
"Minister Russell, you are finally here!"
Scipio blinked his big eyes, as if hinting at something.
Russell looked at Oblansk who was smiling at him from behind him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Minister Scipio."
"No, you arrived just in time."
The two chatted for a few meaningless words until Oblansk walked towards the Colosseum.
Russell breathed a sigh of relief, "Minister Scipio, that showoff is gone."
Scipio heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. "Oh my god, if you hadn't shown up in time, I would have punched him hard in the face for showing off his flirtatious face."
Russell looked curious, "What is he showing off this time?"
"Who else could it be?" Scipio rubbed his stiff cheek, "The darling of their team."
"The Seeker who has been very popular in the past two years?"
"Yes, that's him. I think his name is Krum."
The Bulgarian national team is the favorite to win the championship this year, and their Seeker Viktor Krum is even more popular.
Although tonight's match was between Transylvania and Denmark, many wizards present were holding small flags with white, green and red stripes, the same colors as the Bulgarian flag in the Muggle world.
Russell comforted him softly, "Minister Scipio, that show-off can't stay here until the end of the preliminaries. Just bear with it for a few more days."
Scipio forced a smile. "By the time the Bulgarian national team qualifies, the qualifiers will be almost over, right?"
Russell patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "The semi-finals are being held in France. You don't know how much I hope they can be eliminated here."
The two sighed sadly.
"By the way, Minister Scipio, is Mr. Wayne in there?"
"Yes, but he should be debugging the equipment."
Russell took his leave.
Shortly after he left, German Minister Berg arrived.
Scipio was the first to meet him.
As time passed, British Minister Fudge also arrived.
Seeing Umbridge accompanying him, Scipio felt uncomfortable again.
Compared with her, Oblansk is undoubtedly much more pleasing to the eye.
Now that you are so old, don’t dress up like a little girl, okay?
And can you speak properly? Isn't it uncomfortable to hold your throat?
Scipio heaved a long sigh of relief when a group of people from the British Ministry of Magic entered.
Then he raised the custom-made magic communicator on his wrist and checked the time.
It's almost 9 o'clock, and the politicians from European countries should have arrived.
He looked at the densely packed tents outside the venue and roughly estimated the number of ten thousand in his mind.
After waiting for a few more minutes, seeing that the time was almost up, he walked into the Colosseum with a smile.
He went to the VIP seat at the top of the stands and sat down, looking down at the performance area on the flat ground below with anticipation.
Vincent, in his suit, was doing one last check on the magic projection.
He gestured to the Italian Ministry of Magic staff on top of the distant stands, and after they flew up to the sky on their broomsticks and arrived at the scheduled broadcast position, he raised his wrist and activated the magic communicator he was wearing.
The spectators were still coming in, with one hour left before the game started.
To ensure that there are no surprises, actual testing is necessary.
Moreover, in order to make the audience less bored, it is necessary to have some "programs" to warm up the atmosphere.
Vincent opened the video file that had been sent to the magic projector in advance.
In an instant, dozens of lights lit up on the top of the circular stands of the Colosseum. They continued to expand in a fan shape until they formed a huge ring-shaped light curtain covering an area of nearly half a kilometer.
At the same time, magic projectors installed in the magic communities of various countries around the world were also lit up synchronously.
The wizards who were still guessing about the broadcast effect in the last second were all stunned.
The giant light screen displayed an extremely clear picture, and the magnificent Roman Colosseum seemed to be right in front of us.
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