Chapter 841 1 Accidentally Fell Asleep
Compared to the game situation, Vincent is more concerned about the global broadcast situation.
Although delays and freezes are inevitable, the most worrying thing is equipment failure.
He stared intently at the small interfaces projected by the magic communicator in front of him. These were the detailed operating conditions of the magic base stations set up around the world.
Merlin will never treat any hard-working wizard unfairly.
At 1:47 a.m., the Transylvani team's seeker successfully caught the Golden Snitch and eventually won the game with a score of 350:90.
But Vincent still did not relax at all.
The night sky above the stadium was illuminated by sky-blue magic fireworks, and the figures of all the players of the Transylvani team appeared in the long circular light curtain.
After the award ceremony, Vincent turned off the magic communicator.
He pinched his eyebrows and let out a long sigh of relief.
Just like the results of countless previous tests, the Magic Base Station has excellent performance and very stable operation.
A staff member of the Italian Ministry of Magic came over and said, "Mr. Wayne, let us handle the rest of the replay. You haven't had a break for almost 50 hours."
Vincent nodded, "Then I'll trouble you."
He raised the magic communicator on his wrist, "If there are any problems with the replay, you must notify me in time."
The staff member seemed to have seen something, but he quickly raised his wrist, revealing a magic communicator customized by the Italian Ministry of Magic. "Of course, Mr. Wayne, you can go back and rest without any worries."
As soon as Vincent picked up the double snake staff disguised as a walking stick, a pair of small hands reached out from behind and covered his eyes.
"Guess who I am?"
"Um-the future Mrs. Wayne?"
Hermione pouted and let go of her hand, "Why are you as annoying as Daphne?"
Vincent turned to look at her, "Why, has she been calling you that lately?"
Hermione shook her head, "She probably wouldn't now."
“So it will happen in the future?”
Her pouting mouth became even more puffy.
Vincent gently poked her chubby little cheeks, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."
He held her little hand and said, "Come on, let's go get something to eat while it's still early."
Hermione stopped pouting. "Aren't there Asian and South American competitions tomorrow? Why don't you go over there and keep an eye on them?"
"No, the stability of the magic base station is higher than I expected. It won't be too late to go there when there is a malfunction."
After being tense for so long, I really need to relax.
Hermione held his big hand in hers and pulled him towards the special exit for staff.
Her tone was particularly firm. "What you need most now is a good rest. We can talk about other things after you wake up."
Vincent let her lead him forward, "What if I can't sleep?"
"I'll help you."
He shuddered subconsciously, thinking of some unpleasant images.
It probably won't be necessary to knock him out, but he probably won't be able to escape the Hell Potion.
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After Vincent had a good sleep, he opened his eyes and saw Hermione lying next to his pillow.
Just now she insisted on seeing him fall asleep with her own eyes before she would leave, but she didn't expect that she would fall asleep with him.
Vincent carefully picked up a strand of her long hair and gently scratched her high nose bridge.
"Stop it... Crookshanks..."
He continued playfully tickling her nose with her hair.
"Stop it..." She waved her hand to drive away Crookshanks who didn't exist in the air.
When she put her little hands down, Vincent moved closer again.
He was about to continue when Hermione suddenly opened her eyes.
The two looked at each other.
Vincent quickly put down her hair, "Good morning."
Hermione was stunned for a moment, then she sat up with a red face as if she remembered something.
I fell asleep accidentally!
And she wakes up later than him!
Her complexion quickly returned to normal, and she gently brushed away her messy long hair beside her face as if nothing had happened. "Good morning."
Vincent held back his laughter, "Want to go downstairs for breakfast together?"
"Ah... um... okay."
Hermione didn't dare to meet his teasing eyes and stood up awkwardly, "I...I'll go back and change my clothes first."
The more adaptable a person is, the easier it is for him to take the initiative in his life.
Vincent and Hermione were undoubtedly the best among them, and neither of them mentioned what happened just now while eating breakfast.
But this does not mean that the two have forgotten about this matter. It will always be brought up again at an appropriate time.
For example, that night, after the match between the German team and the Polish team ended.
Seeing that it was still early, Hermione took the initiative to suggest to Vincent that they go for a walk in the city.
"Are you sure? It seems like someone needs rest more than me."
She angrily pulled his big hand and walked towards the exit, "Last night was just an accident. I'm not usually so careless."
"Really?" Vincent walked quickly to her side. "Then you should be more careful next time. If you meet a bad guy, you will be in danger."
Hermione paused and met his eyes shyly, "I'll pay attention, but I'm sure you're not a bad person, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen asleep."
Vincent felt warm in his heart and held her hand tightly. “Thank you for your trust.”
Then he smiled meaningfully, "But if there really is a next time, I will definitely not just use my hair to tickle your nose."
Hermione bit her lip lightly, "Whatever you want, I'm asleep and can't resist anyway."
Vincent leaned down to her ear, "What about when you're awake?"
Her voice was very low. "That depends on what you want to do to me..."
He heard it, but he said nothing, just tightened her little hand again.
There is no need for too many words, both of them can understand each other's heart.
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At the same time, the British Ministry of Magic
Seventh floor, Department of Magical Games and Sports.
Ludo Bagman, the newly appointed director, who had just finished watching the game, returned to his office immediately and happily looked through the relevant documents of the Quidditch World Cup.
As a former top international batsman, he is physically fit and has no bad habits, except that he likes to gamble whenever he wants.
And through tonight's Asian and South American competitions, he discovered that when magic base stations transmit magic signals too far away, a slight delay will inevitably occur.
Then, here comes the opportunity to make big money.
With the power in his hands, as long as he makes a slight change to the magic base station during the final, the wizards watching the live broadcast will know the situation of the game at any time.
These time differences are used to manipulate the odds in real time, causing bettors with unequal information to place incorrect bets.
As long as it is operated properly, not to mention the debt owed to the goblins, you can even make a lot of money.
However, when Bagman finally found a file bag with a white "W" logo on it, he discovered that it was empty.
He was stunned, with disbelief written all over his face.
Wayne Enterprises shouldn't be so careless, so who is it?
A big chubby face suddenly appeared in his mind.
If I remember correctly, this document on the precautions for maintaining the magic base station was delivered by his subordinate Bertha Jorkins before leaving get off work today.
So……
Bagman's mouth twitched violently.
This reckless and reckless guy is usually forgetful, and he doesn't even pay attention to such a crucial matter.
Although he could ask Wayne Enterprises for another copy of the document, if Jorkins lost it again, he would not be able to ask for it a third time no matter how thick-skinned he was.
"By the way, she seemed to have said recently that she wanted to apply for leave to visit relatives..."
Approve! Must approve! And approve immediately!
Bagman picked up a piece of parchment with an excited look on his face.
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