I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Diagon Alley.

The front of Gringotts was deserted, but the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes not far from them was bustling.

"Come and support the Appleby Arrows!" George shouted, holding a light blue Quidditch No. 6 jersey with a silver arrow logo in his hand.

"Appleby Arrows vs Ballycus Bats!" Fred waved a flag with red bats on a black background.

"Come and support your team!"

Two people set up two booths, one black and one blue.

They were surrounded by people, and the jerseys from the booth disappeared one by one.

The fiery scene made it impossible to imagine that there was still a saint threat outside.

Later, the brothers simply handed over the job of selling clothes to graduates recruited from the school.

Seamus is here, his whole body is about to be squeezed into a meatloaf.

A stout knocked him to the ground and nearly got him trampled by the crowd.

"George, do you know what this feels like?" Fred took the magic cards that were waiting to be fed one by one, and swiped at the machine inlaid with purple crystals.

"Of course." George swiped a card at the machine.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and said in unison: "A goose that lays golden eggs."

The number of people didn't mean to decrease. Ron was at another window, hurriedly taking out tickets one by one.

"My goodness."

He didn't have the mind to think about anything else now, only countless magic cards were stuffed in front of him as if he couldn't wait to give him money.

He accidentally got hit in the face by a card, and before he even had time to get angry, he was stunned by the string of numbers.

Wizards who bought tickets went through the portal one by one.

Beyond the gate, the Silverhand Amusement Park's world-class Quidditch pitch fills with cheers.

"Welcome to the scene of the top wizarding league. I am today's guest commentator, Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Magical Sports."

"And me, Ernie MacMillan."

There is a circular commentary room on the Quidditch pitch, and two people are in charge of commentary in it.

Ernie McMillan was influenced by Quidditch at school and chose to become a Quidditch commentator after graduation.

Ludo Bagman will be the special guest, and the commentator will host the game by the way.

"We first saw the referee who entered the field, the famous former Falmouth Falcons star, Seeker Russell Dulu."

"You guys absolutely don't know how sharp Russell Drew's eyesight is. He has the eyes of a hawk. During my service, we privately named him Black Falcon. This old thing's eyesight is so good, there are no small movements You can hide it from his eyes."

"Oh my god, you old bastard, I'm praising you!"

The wizard who was in charge of projecting the players onto the big screen cooperated with Russell Dulu on it.

Russell Drew was cursing, probably greeting Bagman's relatives.

The two were yelling at each other from a distance, but it was Ernie who stopped Bagman who was about to run away.

"The team came out. The Appleby Arrows were the first to play. Their usual tactic is the Seeker beheading tactic. Their Seeker Rob Marshall is the head star."

Ernie has done a good job and accurately stated the other party's strengths.

Rob Marshall came out quickly, sitting on a Firebolt and waving his arms.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, the audience burst into cheers, and then spontaneously organized a wave of adults in the left auditorium.

"Balicast bats come out and they're captained by Joachim Ronnes, an agile Chaser who is by far the highest scoring Chaser in the league."

Bats flew out of the black on the other side, followed by the Balikas bats flying out in wing formation.

Not to be outdone, supporters of the Balikas bat team also formed a crowd.

The wave of people followed where the Balikas bats flew.

Bagman stopped scolding his old friend, and took over the conversation and said: "The players on both sides are ready. Currently, the Appleby Arrows rank third in the league in terms of winning percentage. As its old opponent, Barley Cass is fifth."

"This is an uphill battle and our focus will most likely be on decapitation tactics."

"Mr. Bagman, what do you think is the probability that Rob Marshall will pick up the Snitch?" Ernie asked humbly.

Bagman thought for a while and said: "The Appleby Arrows won the first three games by beheading tactics. , I am afraid it will be difficult to win."

"Ballikas Bats can't get this win and will miss out on the final."

His words attracted fans of Appleby Arrows to go crazy.

And Ballycas Bats fans heard him 'cursing' their team and joined in the abuse.

Fortunately, Bagman's face was already thick enough, after all, he dared to owe money to the second king.

Mente Metaxas was watching the World Cup-like atmosphere with his mouth open.

Of course, the number is not as exaggerated as the 10 people in the World Cup.

But for the magical world with few people, this lineup of nearly 5 people is scary enough.

Because it's not the World Cup, a match in the top Wizarding League, not even the final.

Only at this time did he intuitively see the influence brought by these three leagues.

Oh no, there is also an existing league, the UEFA Cup.

It was a match between the British and Irish Quidditch Leagues. Compared with the three leagues, there was no limit to the level of cross-level competitions.

Even so, making these wizards so crazy still frightened Mentor Metaxas, the head of the Quidditch committee.

He was holding a piece of clothing from the Ballykas Bats team. It was not expensive to sell such a piece of clothing, but the total amount could earn close to several thousand Galleons in peripheral fees in one game.

Don't think that there are not many levels for John, but don't forget that the Minister of Magic only has a few thousand Galleons a year.

And that's just clothes, counting other things, the number can be doubled.

This is not selling things, it is simply picking up money.

Not to mention the increase in the number of games, the influence and endorsement fees it brings.

For example, in this game, various advertisements will flash on the big screen and on the edge of the court.

What kind of silver-handed fashion buildings, silver-handed wine cellars, silver...etc, why are there so many silver-handed?

Almost forgot, who is the richest person in the country.

Mentor gasped.

If this model becomes popular in the wizarding world, the status of the Quidditch Committee will skyrocket.

This is not looking for trouble, it is simply the God of Wealth.

His son, Karong, is cheering in his Appleby Arrows Seeker suit.

Just now the Appleby Arrows scored a goal.

"Need butterbeer?"

Carrying a case with an advertisement for Butterbeer on her back, the pretty girl asked Mentor.

"This is?"

"Butter beer," the girl took out the cup, her eyes brightened, "Do you need it?"

"Give me a drink."

"Ok."

The girl pointed the wand-shaped nozzle at the back to the cup, and butterbeer with thick bubbles appeared in the cup.

"It's amazing." Mente couldn't help applauding. He took a sip and the taste was very good.

He also saw people walking around selling various snacks.

Those who need it just need to swap them.

That's simply not great.

"I could stay here all day."

Mentor joins the atmosphere with a laugh.

It turned out he was rooting for the Balikas bat team and nearly got into a fight with his son.

In the end, the Appleby Arrows won the game by a thrilling ten-point margin.

The decapitation tactic was once again successful.

After Mente left the field, he couldn't wait to find John.

"Father, this place is simply wonderful!"

Karong was still reluctant to leave, but Mente said with a smile: "In the future, the whole world can enjoy such an atmosphere!"

He asked Karong to go back first, and he went to the Ministry of Magic without stopping.

John was already waiting there, with two cups of coffee in front of him.

Mentor thought one of the cups was for himself, so he picked it up and drank it.

John hesitated to speak, and said, "It was left by Minister Roland just now."

Mentor froze, looking at the empty coffee, he thought of Roland's old face.

"Tell me what you think." John snapped his fingers, and the coffee in the cup was refilled.

Anyway, I drank it all.

As soon as Mente mentioned this, he became excited, and he said excitedly: "Is it really possible, I mean, the whole world?"

"Of course," John chuckled, "You should have seen that portal."

"Yes, I saw it, it felt like a dream."

Mentor's heart was beating wildly.

John was not surprised to see this, after all, this was a reform that changed the magic world.

"The more crisis, the more entertainment." John took a sip of coffee, "Did you see the fear on their faces?"

Mentor recalled carefully and found that none of those people were afraid of saints at all.

I even forgot about myself for a short while.

"This is the charm of sports. When it is needed most, it can boost morale so that they will not fall to the saints."

John shrugged and said, "There will be a top wizarding league in a few days, maybe you can take a look and think about it."

"No, I've already decided." Mentor said, "I support your approach, Your Excellency Wick."

He has been conquered.

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