The players of the Korean Quidditch team dared to challenge the American wizards and even asked them to kneel under the national flag to repent, which made Rove feel a little unreal.
For a moment, he even wondered if he had gone back a thousand years ago and affected some things, causing the butterfly effect.
But it can’t have such a big impact, right?
Just when the boy was doubting himself, Fudge had already taken him to a gymnasium.
This is a specially built stadium for this Quidditch World Cup, but its shape is a bit weird. From a distance, it looks like a sailboat.
"Isn't the shape very bold? It looks like something from ancient magic texts..." Fudge wanted to drop his book bag in front of the young man to show off his erudition, but he suddenly got stuck.
When Luofu heard the minister talking about ancient magic texts, he looked at the shape of the building again, raised his eyebrows and said: "??????(Bet)?"
"That's right, Bate" Fudge said quickly: "The meaning of home... makes the athletes and the audience feel like they are at home."
Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead and recited the pronunciation silently several times, secretly complaining that it was really hard to remember. It would be really embarrassing if he couldn't remember the pronunciation in front of the leaders of other countries.
"Rolf, you are pretty good at studying ancient magic."
"Okay."
Of course, Luofu learned well. After all, he studied according to Nico's notes. He looked at the building and admired:
"To put it this way, it is indeed a bold design, both from an aesthetic point of view and its deeper meaning."
"I specially invited the famous magic architect Ieoh Ming Pei to design it." Fudge felt proud again, as if he had drawn the design drawings himself.
"Have you heard of I.M. Pei? He's the guy who built the glass pyramid in front of the Louvre!"
Rolf nodded.
"Many French people hate I.M. Pei, especially the French Minister of Magic Abel, who claimed that the pyramid at the entrance of the Louvre is a scar on the face of Paris." Fudge laughed:
"That's why I deliberately asked him to design it. When Abel comes to watch the French team's game, he will be so angry!"
"..."
Luo Fe scratched his hair, okay... Britain and France are feuding, and they breastfeed each other in newspapers every day, so there seems to be nothing wrong with doing this.
Fudge added:
"This stadium can accommodate 100,000 wizards and 500 staff from the Ministry of Magic. They have been busy for a whole year.
Every inch of this place has been cast with Muggle-repelling spells. Whenever Muggles approach this place, they will suddenly remember urgent matters and walk away in a hurry..."
"The cost is not small, right?" Luo Fu asked.
"Not only is it not small, it is several times over the budget." Fudge sighed, "For this reason, the Ministry of Magic also borrowed some galleons from Gringotts. It is simply a heavy debt."
"But as long as this World Cup can be successfully held, we will definitely be able to make back our money."
Advertising, gambling and tickets are all major sources of money, and they can also stimulate the local economy. No matter how you look at it, they are all profitable businesses.
Of course, the premise is that the World Cup can be successfully held without any accidents.
Last year, when Peter Pettigrew escaped from prison, Fudge's heart nearly stopped.
This extremely vicious Death Eater has escaped from prison. If the news spreads, it may make wizards afraid to come to the game, thus affecting ticket sales.
"I transferred many Aurors to the arena." Fudge still said confidently: "There will definitely be no mistakes."
Rove was not as optimistic as Fudge, especially when looking at the sailboat shape of the stadium, he was thinking of the word "capsize".
In the words of Professor Trelawney, this is a very bad omen!
The two walked into the gymnasium and walked up the stairs to a room. At this time, a wizard walked towards them.
He was wearing a robe, his nose was flat as if it had been broken, he had round blue eyes and short blond hair.
Rove immediately recognized the man as Ludo Bagman.
Ludo looked very excited. He jumped up and down as he walked, as if there were springs under his feet.
"Hey, Connelly, I was just going to meet you at your tent."
"Oh, Ludo." Fudge looked at the man and asked quickly: "Why are you here? Aren't you dealing with the dispute between South Korea and the American team?"
"It has been taken care of." Ludo said with a smile on his face: "I just held a mediation meeting and called Park Chang-ra, the Minister of Magic of South Korea and the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports of the United States."
"what's the result?"
"The Minister of Magic of South Korea took the initiative to apologize and flatly denied that the American Quidditch team had eavesdropping tactics."
Fudge was stunned and said: "No more?"
"Of course it's more than that." Lu Duo clicked his tongue:
"In order to lighten the atmosphere, the Minister of Magic of South Korea also sang "American Pie" at the banquet. You were not present at the time, so you don't know how good he sang. You can see that he has specially practiced it."
"That's really versatile." Fudge sneered with some disdain and said, "Don't the Korean players want the American players to kneel under the flag and repent?"
"The Korean player who asked the United States to repent has been permanently suspended." Ludo shrugged, "In short, the United States has forgiven South Korea."
"..."
After listening to Ludo's words, Luofu breathed a sigh of relief. This was the world line in his mind.
Fudge was a little unmotivated. When the Great Empire was still a big empire, there were a bunch of these guys in the UK. Now that things are going downhill, they have all gone to work as dogs for the United States.
He could only comfort himself secretly: "No matter how powerful the United States Ministry of Magic is, it is still the son of Britain!"
Seeing that Ludo's eyes always fell on Luo Fu, Fudge took the initiative and said:
"Come on, Rolf, let me introduce you. This is Ludo Bagman, the director of the Sports Department."
"Hello, Mr. Bagman." Rolf smiled.
Before Fudge could speak again, Ludo had already eagerly held the boy's hand and said excitedly:
"No introduction is needed, the famous Rolf Scamander has been reported continuously from last year to this summer.
Is there any wizard in the UK who doesn't know this talented boy...Rolf, I am your biggest fan."
Rolf raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Mr. Bagman, I am also a fan of yours. I often learn your Quidditch skills through photos of your previous games."
He is really not a business braggart.
Ludo is also quite famous in the British wizarding world.
He is a legend of Wimbourne Wasps and the best batsman in history. He helped the team win three consecutive English League Cups and then retired his No. 58 jersey.
As a batsman, Ludo can be regarded as using his foul-making skills to the extreme. Not to mention other skills, just the giant loop and diving skills are enough for Ludo to learn for a lifetime.
Especially diving...Lu Duoguang's highlights can be edited into a video of more than an hour.
Ludo seemed very happy to hear that Luo Fu was his fan, and asked: "What are you doing?"
"Go and treat those magical creatures." Luofu picked up his suitcase.
"Oh, then I won't bother you." Lu Duo was afraid of being infected, so he hurriedly said: "I'm leaving first, and I'll go see how the preparations are going!"
After Ludo left, Fudge and Rolf quickly came to a long corridor, with many rooms scattered on both sides.
Fudge took Rolf to a door and saw a nameplate with the name of the magical creature written on it:
Veela!
Rolf took a breath. According to Fudge, Bulgaria brought one hundred and eight Veela... He happened to be missing a few in his box.
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(Thanks to the boss of "Dreams Don't Last Long" for the tip.)
