This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Bagman squinted his eyes and looked at the fairy Ferdy standing in front of him.

The patterns on the golden and gorgeous armor flowed with a special magic power, which seemed to have some effect that could allow the wearer to pass through the magic barrier smoothly.

"Feddy, our cooperation will be terminated. Go back and say something to Taber for me."

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Bagman walked forward from Ferdy, but it reached out to block the way.

"Lu Duo, did you cooperate if you want to cooperate if you want to, and did you terminate your cooperation if you want to terminate your cooperation?"

"Oh?" Bagman's eyes were a little disdainful. "I have to remind you that this is the Ministry of Magic."

Ferdy was also disdainful, "What's so great about a place that allows the Death Eaters to enter and exit freely."

Although it is looking up, its bulging eyes are full of momentum and deterrent. "Our power is spread all over the world, what is a British Ministry of Magic?"

Bagman laughed out loud, as if he had heard a funny joke.

Ferdy's expression suddenly became cold, "Is it funny? Ludo, I advise you to make your position clear as soon as possible, so as not to end--"

"Stop what?" Bagman quickly pulled out his wand and pointed at its long pointed nose exposed outside his helmet. "Does a group of low-level creatures that cannot be placed on the table threaten me?"

Ferdy looked into his eyes in horror.

There seemed to be a fierce beast hidden there, as if it was about to rush out of the cage and pounce on it at any time.

"Luduo...you..."

"Get out of here." Bagman put away his wand, "I will find your curator in person in a few days."

Ferdy stared at his back as he walked farther and farther away, as if he was scared by success.

"We will be completely liberated in a few days. We must find a bar to relax."

"You guys are fine. I haven't had a vacation for almost half a year."

The conversation was getting closer and Ferdy placed his hands on the armor on his chest slowly.

The exquisite patterns flashed with silver light, allowing it to disappear into the air little by little.

When the staff of the Ministry of Magic passed by, the quiet passage suddenly sounded.

The armor on Ferdy not only makes it pass through the magic barrier smoothly, but it even has a function similar to the invisibility suit.

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August 30, evening.

There are more than two hours left before the final, but the entire gymnasium is full.

Fudge in the VIP box is entertaining the heads of magic governments from all over the world who have come from afar.

Minister Oblansden of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic was particularly high-profile today, wearing a noble black robe with gold silk.

Unlike his high-profile show, the Minister of Magic of Ireland was particularly low-key. He sat quietly in the front seat after a little politeness.

Vincent and Sirius were of course present, and even Harry was invited.

"Secretary O'Bransden, let me introduce you to the person who is Harry Potter, and sitting next to him is his godfather, Sirius Black."

Sirius and Harry were sitting in the corner, but Foggy came over with the Bulgarian Minister of Magic as if showing off.

"Hello." Aubransden's English was a little stiff.

Harry responded with particular nervousness: "Hello, Secretary O'Bransden."

Sirius put away his cynical attitude and greeted him politely.

Fudge smiled, "Secretary O'Bransden, Sirius is the mainstay of our British magic circle. I don't need to say more about Harry, he is our future like Vincent."

It's really here to show off.

After more than ten minutes of politeness, Forge left with Aubransden.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and was very uncomfortable with such occasions.

Sirius smiled and shook his head, "Harry, if you don't like this kind of occasion, we can actually go back to our own private room."

"Uh...is it really OK?"

"Why not?" Sirius Chao was introducing the Malfoy family's Foggy's mouth to Obransden.

"I think you've seen it. This place is full of hypocrisy. You don't need to consider what others think of you. You just need to do what you want to do."

Harry was full of tangle, "But Vincent..."

Sirius glanced at Vincent, who was surrounded by like a mascot, "He is now a living sign in our British magic world. You don't want to try this kind of feeling that you can't help yourself, right?"

Harry imagined it and kept shaking his head, "The price of becoming a hero is too high."

Sirius shrugged, "This is the end of being too famous, but Vincent is actually beneficial to promote by Fudge as a mascot. At least Wayne's company will definitely have smooth development in the future."

According to Muggle's business thinking, a large multinational enterprise with a monopoly nature is destined to have an influence no less than the government.

As for whether it works in the magic world, it depends on how much Vincent himself can grow.

At 7:30, Vincent, who had finished the social engagement, came back with his tired body.

As soon as he sat down, Sirius beside him quipped, "Mr. Wayne, your position seems to be in the front row."

Vincent rubbed his sore face, "I'll go crazy when I keep staying with those old men and women."

Sirius patted his shoulder, "There is a celebration banquet after the game, come on, young man."

Vincent sat on the chair with laughter and tears, "Oh... I'm really having a hard life..."

Sirius was speechless.

He seriously suspected that Vincent was pretending, but he had no evidence.

Being famous is indeed a good thing, but being too famous may not be possible.

Easily proud and complacent, easily jealous, every word and deed is being monitored, and a private life becomes a mess...

Vincent is already considered excellent if he can control it until it is basically unaffected. If it were Dumbley who became famous for his few years, it would probably be much different from him.

At 8 pm, the magic projection inside and outside the gym stopped playing GG.

The huge light curtain once again led fans to review Quidditch's development history.

There are no relevant scenes about flying boots at the end of this time, but rather exciting scenes from this World Cup.

From the preliminary round in Italy to the promotion round in France, to the final round in Britain now.

The attacks in the middle were mentioned, and then the grand occasion at this moment.

The gymnasium that is enough to accommodate 100,000 people is divided into two areas, with bright red on the right and dark green on the left.

There were also crowds outside the gymnasium, and the picture switched to the protagonist of tonight's game, the Bulgarian team and the Irish team.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome to your arrival! Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup final!"

Thunderous cheers and applause suddenly resounded over the gymnasium, and countless bright red or dark green flags were waved by fans at the same time.

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