Chapter 854 Semi-final Opening Ceremony
It was already past 8 o'clock in the evening when Lucius returned to Malfoy Manor.
He sat very tiredly on the luxurious leather sofa in the living room, with his snake-head cane casually placed against the black walnut coffee table in front of him.
Narcissa, who heard the noise, came over from the room.
She stepped forward to help him take off his satin coat and gently pressed his shoulders. "So late today? Did they lock you up in the small dark room again?"
Lucius shook his head. "After a few days of preparation, they finally came to me for bloodletting."
He rubbed his brow, "Where's Draco?"
"Stay in the room." Narcissa sighed softly, "After what happened that day, he has been much quieter than usual."
The teenage child witnessed the wizards’ panic, and his father was “invited” to the Ministry of Magic every day. No one would be able to continue living the same way as usual.
Except Wayne.
Not only was this kid not afraid, he even chased after him with Dumbledore.
If he wasn't of Muggle origin, Lucius would really admire him.
A mature mind far beyond his peers, excellent magic talent, genius creativity...
Lucius' eyes suddenly lit up and he sat up straight on the sofa.
Narcissa's face was filled with worry, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just remembered something."
In the hypocritical courtesy just now, Fudge mentioned that Wayne Enterprises would take the initiative to open the terminal interface of magic base stations, which means that any wizard can get a share of this emerging market.
The greater the initial investment, the greater the return will naturally be.
After witnessing the magical effects of magic projection with his own eyes, Lucius believed that the scale of this market would probably not be small.
The Malfoy family has connections and Galleons, so they will definitely be able to get the biggest piece of the pie.
The problem is Wayne Enterprises, a company founded by a young Muggle-born wizard, a company that once had a grudge against itself.
Lucius's frown slowly relaxed.
Since Fudge has made up his mind to continue to suck blood, why should he give up this market where he can continue to recover blood?
Sirius is back, and there is no hope for the Black family's fortune.
Everything is for profit. What's more, the control of the magic base station is in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, and Wayne Enterprises has no right to decide who can join and who cannot.
But before you can share the cake, you may have to pay a hefty entrance fee.
Damn Fudge! It turns out they were setting a trap for him!
Lucius quickly calmed down and gave Narcissa a reassuring smile.
The reason why the Malfoy family has been able to stand for hundreds of years is that their ancestors have had keen vision and can always accurately grasp the most appropriate opportunity.
Wayne is still too young and his foundation is not stable.
If the magic base station was left to the Malfoy family to develop, it would be able to monopolize most industries in the wizarding world within a year and eventually develop into an unprecedented huge business empire.
In order to accelerate expansion, Wayne had to give up absolute control and even give up large amounts of profits.
Muggle-borns are just Muggle-borns after all. No matter how outstanding their talents or how brilliant their creativity are, they will eventually be bound by the rules.
Heaven's way is easy to reincarnate, no one will be spared by heaven.
So what if The Witcher lost to Gwent? Master Lucius could still pick the juicy peach of the Magic Base Station with his own hands.
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8 month 8 day,
The much-anticipated Quidditch World Cup semi-final officially kicked off in the French Alps.
Fans from all over the world arrived at the scene early. Most of them set up tents on nearby mountains, apparently wanting to watch all the semi-finals.
Mont Blanc, the venue for the competition, has more than a dozen stands, each of which has a separate magic projection.
It was only noon, and the screen was playing an advertisement for Wayne Enterprises.
Global simultaneous broadcast has also begun, but the situation on the scene only occupies a small corner. The sports departments of the magic governments of various countries are mainly analyzing the strength of the semi-final teams in detail.
The British Ministry of Magic even sent Chief Ludo Bagman, a former famous Quigley contestant, to explain.
However, no matter how passionately he spoke, only a very small number of wizards were willing to go out and watch the live broadcast.
By the time night fell, the number of viewers had dropped to single digits.
Bagman took a break from work and went to the hallway for a look.
They are all colleagues from the Ministry, and there are probably not many people in Diagon Alley.
The situation is not good.
The Ministry of Magic has been preparing for the finals for more than a year. If all the wizards who come are foreign wizards, what will happen to his plan to make a fortune?
If foreign wizards want to place a bet, they will look for the bookmaker in their own country. Why would they look for him?
"Hmm..." Bagman's eyes suddenly lit up.
If he cooperates with foreign bookmakers, he may be able to earn more than before by manipulating the broadcast delay.
Although he wanted to take action now, the work still needed to be done first.
Back at the Mont Blanc stadium in the Alps, fans discovered that there were some magic projection light curtains around the stands.
They were of different sizes, and just when everyone was wondering, the Wayne Enterprises broadcast suddenly ended.
In front of the white snow-capped mountains, the magic projection actually created an extremely realistic forest.
Before the fans had time to marvel, a round golden ball of fur flew from the tree in the middle of the stadium to each stand one after another.
"It's the Golden Flying Man!" Veteran fans shouted out its name.
Before the invention of the Golden Snitch, Quidditch matches usually chose the extremely fast Golden Snitch.
It has a round body, a particularly long and slender mouth, and a pair of sparkling ruby-like eyes.
Because its wing joints can rotate flexibly, it can change flight direction with incredible speed and skill.
The Golden Snidget is a magical creature of XXXX level, not because it is dangerous, but because its feathers and eyes are particularly precious, so it was once in danger of being hunted to extinction by wizards. A higher level classification means that wizards who capture or harm it will be severely punished.
Why would such a rare and protected magical animal appear in the arena? Is it also an illusion created by magical projection?
Without waiting for the fans to think about it, the chubby Golden Snidget quickly returned to the tree in the middle.
After a burst of clear and melodious bird calls, countless Golden Snidgets flew down from the trees.
They flew in groups to every stand, and even though the fans knew it was an illusion, their enthusiasm increased instead of diminishing.
Most wizards may never see the Golden Snidget in their lifetime, let alone the shocking scene of them flying towards them in groups.
Even if you know deep down that they are fake, the joy of being surrounded by them is real.
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