This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Compared with Vincent, Kenny does look like a child who has not grown up.

While driving, Linyin 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 he is blind?

No, it's because there is no comparison.

Vincent is too good, so good that even if we don't count the 4 years added by the time turner, there are not many young wizards in the current magic world who can compare with him.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were probably nothing more than that when they were young.

When Vincent starts to really show his fangs, who can suppress him?

The rotten British Ministry of Magic?

An old Dumbledore?

International Confederation of Wizards?

The corners of Linyin's mouth raised slightly, and she unconsciously increased the accelerator.

She was a little envious of Hermione, but mostly felt lucky.

On that day, she will also muster up the courage to break free from the shackles that the Jingu family wants to restrain her all the time.

The burgundy GT-R was speeding on the road, chasing the black Bugatti coupe in front.

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July 7,

7pm,

Colosseum.

The much-anticipated European qualifiers for the Quidditch World Cup will officially begin in three hours, and now it's time for spectators to enter the stadium.

Wizards from all over the world came to the competition site through portkeys or apparation. In just ten minutes, hundreds of wizards were already standing here.

Some of them walked directly into the Colosseum, and some set up tents with the Invisible Stretch Charm cast on the spot.

As the host, Scipio was wearing a gorgeous palace robe and was warmly receiving the distinguished guests who had come from afar.

There were many well-known wizards among them, and even several heads of magical governments from various countries were present.

Astrid from the Greek Ministry of Magic arrived early.

She was wearing a red coat, with exquisite makeup, and she was particularly energetic.

"Welcome, Minister Astrid." The enthusiastic Scipio stepped forward and gave her a big hug.

The two chatted like friends they hadn't seen for a long time.

After a moment, a hearty laugh came.

Oblansk from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic was wearing a low-key gray robe, followed by two tall and sturdy Aurors, walking slowly towards the two of them.

Astrid felt cold and said, "Minister Scipio, I won't disturb your reception work."

She walked quickly into the Colosseum as if escaping.

Scipio smiled bitterly and shook his head, but a bright smile soon returned to his face.

He opened his hands and walked towards the person who disgusted her, "Minister Oblansk, welcome."

After another big hug, there was another small talk as usual.

Maybe the topic was a bit boring, Scipio always glanced around intentionally or unintentionally, as if expecting someone to appear.

As soon as a black and white vortex appeared in the distance, he faced Oblansk with a regretful face, "Sorry, I have to excuse you first."

Russell from the French Ministry of Magic had just stood up 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 behind him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"I'm sorry, Minister Scipio, for keeping you waiting."

"No way, you came just in time."

The two chatted in vain for a few words until Oblansk walked towards the Colosseum.

Russell breathed a sigh of relief, "Minister Scipio, that showoff is gone."

Scipio also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "Oh my God, if you hadn't appeared in time, I would have punched him hard on his coquettish face."

Russell's face was full of curiosity, "What is he showing off this time?"

"Who else can it be?" Scipio rubbed his stiff cheeks, "Just the precious kid from their team."

"The most popular Seeker in the past two years?"

"Yes, that's him. His name seems to be Krum."

The Bulgarian national team is the favorite to win this year, and their Seeker Viktor Krum is even more popular.

Although tonight's game was between Transylvania and Denmark, many wizards present were holding white, green and red small flags, the same color as the Bulgarian flag in the Muggle world.

Russell comforted him softly, "Minister Scipio, that showoff can't stay here until the end of the qualifiers. Just bear with it for a few more days."

Scipio forced a smile, "By the time their Bulgarian national team qualify, the qualifying rounds will be almost over, right?"

Russell patted him on the shoulder and encouraged: "The semifinals are 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 inside?"

"Yes, but he should be debugging the equipment."

Russell said goodbye.

Shortly after he left, the German Minister Berg arrived.

Scipio rushed forward immediately.

As time passed, the British Minister Fudge arrived.

Seeing Umbridge accompanying him, Scipio felt uncomfortable again.

Compared with her, Oblansk is undoubtedly much more pleasing to the eye.

You are so old, so don’t dress up like a little girl, okay?

And can you speak well? Isn’t it uncomfortable to hold your throat?

After the British Ministry of Magic team entered the scene, Scipio breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then he raised the custom-made magic communicator on his wrist and looked at the time.

It's almost 9 o'clock, and the dignitaries from various European countries should have almost 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, when it was almost time, he walked into the Colosseum with a smile.

He came to the VIP seat at the top of the stand and sat down, looking expectantly towards the performance area on the ground below.

Vincent, wearing a suit, is performing a final check on the magic projection.

He gestured to the staff of the Italian Ministry of Magic on the top of the stands in the distance. After they flew into the sky on broomsticks and arrived at the predetermined broadcast position, he raised his wrist to activate the magic communicator worn on it.

Spectators are still arriving one after another, and there is still one hour left before the game starts.

To ensure that no surprises occur, actual testing is necessary.

And in order to make the audience less bored, it is necessary to have some "programs" to warm up the scene.

Vincent clicked on the video file sent to the magic projection in advance.

In an instant, dozens of bright lights lit up at the top of the Colosseum's circular stands. 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, the magic projectors placed in magic circles around the world were also lit up simultaneously.

The wizards who were speculating on the broadcast effect just a second ago were stunned.

The giant light screen showed an extremely clear picture, and the majestic Roman Colosseum seemed to be right in front of us.

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