Chapter 861 I don't feel any pressure at all

Hermione felt increasingly strange as she walked out of the gym.

She was absolutely sure that this was the first time she met Krum, but she always felt that the way he looked at her was strange, as if he had known her for a long time.

The more I thought about it, the weirder it seemed. The more I thought about it, the more wrong it seemed.

She is not a famous person, just a little witch who has not graduated yet.

Back to the Ministry of Magic,

Vincent has repaired the magic projection and is testing its operation.

Hermione stood beside him, looking worried.

"How's the situation over there?"

"Bo Ye is still deciphering your design drawings. The repairs should be completed by tonight at the earliest."

Vincent's eyes moved away from the magic projection screen and he noticed her abnormality at the first moment.

He turned off the magic communicator on his wrist and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did Fanni and Boye offend you?"

Hermione shook her head slightly and told him what had just happened without reservation.

Vincent didn't find it strange after hearing this.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her beautiful face with his fingertips. "What's so strange about this? My girlfriend is so beautiful. Any normal man would want to get to know you."

Hermione grabbed his big hand and looked around shyly, "Should I have told him that I already have a boyfriend so that he would give up on this idea as soon as possible?"

Vincent raised his eyebrows, "Do you think I look like that kind of petty man?"

Hermione glanced around again, and after making sure that no one was paying attention to this place, she stuck out her tongue at him mischievously, "It's hard to say, maybe you'll turn around and beat them up in the alley."

He blinked his big eyes innocently, "Am I that violent? I'm not that brat Malfoy who deserves a beating."

Draco, who was far away at Malfoy Manor, was drinking afternoon tea when he inexplicably felt a familiar chill.

Hermione looked at his big blue eyes suspiciously. "Okay, I'll trust you for now, but if there's news of a famous football star being beaten up one day, don't blame me for doubting you."

Vincent shrugged. "Looks like I need to prepare an alibi in advance."

Hermione chuckled, "Don't even think of asking me to be your time witness."

"It's okay. At most I can just spend some gold Galleons. I'll always find a way to clear myself of suspicion."

Vincent spoke with certainty, but Hermione knew very well that he would never do that.

So what if he is a world-class star? He doesn't feel any pressure at all.

Hermione no longer cared about Krum's affairs. "How is your work going? Can you finish it before dinner?"

"Of course." Vincent raised his hand and turned on the magic communicator again. "There are still three days until the finals. I just slightly modified the internal structure. The same fault should not occur again."

The test results were very stable, with an overall pass rate of 98.3%.

The more sophisticated the equipment, the more likely it is to make mistakes, so this result is already quite good.

I will run two more rounds of tests tomorrow. If there are no problems, I can wait for the finals with peace of mind.

As for now, of course, I need to find a good place for a date.

Not long after Vincent and Hermione left the Ministry, a furtive figure quietly entered the foyer.

This man had a very strong physique and just by looking at his back one could tell that he was Director Bagman of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

He looked at the magic projection in front of him that was replaying the semi-final match with a sad face, then turned around in a hurry and took the elevator back to his office.

When it was time to get off work, he came to the lobby again with a file bag with the "W" logo printed on it.

According to the conversation that I just "accidentally" overheard, the internal structure of the magic projection has been changed, and it is impossible to tamper with it as before.

Bagman carefully opened the outer shell and compared it with the maintenance manual in the file bag, and indeed found several differences.

"Damn Wayne Enterprises, they are too efficient..."

He put away the maintenance manual with a curse, then roughly replaced the casing.

It turned out to be a correct decision to try it out in advance. Wayne Enterprises' efficiency is so high. Perhaps the global broadcast was just delayed and it will return to normal in three to five minutes.

This amount of time is not enough to modify the odds and complete the bet. I have waited patiently for such a long time, should I give up my plan to make a fortune?

No! We must come up with a more reliable solution!

Bagman, who was thinking hard with his head down, suddenly had a light in his eyes.

The magic projection can’t be moved, but we still have the magic base station.

Moreover, his partners are spread all over the world. As long as they tamper with thousands of magic base stations around the world at the same time, even ten Dumbledores will be too busy to handle it.

"Haha——" He laughed twice and then hurriedly covered his mouth.

Although it is said to be the end of working time, there are actually many people in the department who are "voluntarily working overtime".

He left the Ministry of Magic in a good mood and Apparated to a remote forest in Scotland.

He came to the foot of a towering tree deep in the forest, raised his wand and gently waved it towards the dim tree hole in front of him.

A magical scene appeared. The tree hole that was pitch black just now was suddenly lit up with starlight, and a golden door slowly emerged from the empty interior.

The door was made of pure gold, with dozens or even hundreds of egg-sized gemstones inlaid on the surface, and a few unique words carved on the top.

They are neither ancient runes nor the characters commonly used in alchemy.

Bagman tapped the solid gold door with his wand.

Soon, the door slowly opened from the inside.

A small goblin in ornate armor stood quietly behind the door.

Its large obsidian eyes shone playfully at Bagman. "It looks like you're in trouble, Ludo."

Bagman put away his wand and said impatiently, "Ferdie, take me to see your curator."

The goblin named Ferdie sneered, "Ask the curator for help? It looks like your plan to make a fortune has failed."

Bagman walked into the door with a sullen look on his face and stood before it. "I have a very important matter to discuss with your curator. Can you afford the consequences?"

Feidi snorted coldly, raised his hand, snapped his fingers and turned around silently.

Bagman sneered and followed it through a magnificent hall.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of mocking eyes, he came to a huge round table also made of pure gold.

A short and fat goblin in an elegant robe smiled at him and said, "So there is a distinguished guest here. No wonder I always feel that something good is going to happen."

Bagman sat across from it. "Director Tubb, something good has indeed happened."

Taber's long ears moved slightly. "Ludo, I know your character very well. You have never liked our Fairy Hall, except when you asked us to borrow money."

It glanced at the luxurious wooden cabinet filled with parchment behind it. "Your IOU is still there. Including today's interest, the total is 1741 Galleons and 5 Sickles. Do you really think your plan can help you pay off all your debts?"

Bagman nodded confidently. "Director Taber, I am confident that I can pay off all my debts and even make a fortune."

"Oh?" Taber squinted his eyes, "You have a new plan, right?"

"Yes." Bagman smiled brilliantly. "You only need to do me a small favor and you will get an unimaginable fortune."

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