The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 85 Undercurrents

After finishing writing, Dumbledore handed the letter to Phoenix-Fox.

Fox's magnificent wings fluttered slightly as he used Apparition, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Won't this expose Lucius's identity?" Wes asked, somewhat worried, without thinking.

"I didn't say anything in the letter, I just sent a World Cup ticket."

"Tickets?" Wes frowned slightly, not understanding why Dumbledore would do this. To him, it seemed somewhat puzzling.

"My friend is an exceptional Auror. The Death Eaters launched their attack because they found a loophole in the World Cup security. My friend was able to spot the loophole and take appropriate measures just by walking around the site." Dumbledore had great trust in his friend.

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The British Ministry of Magic has gone to great lengths to prepare for this year's Quidditch World Cup. They have spent a great deal of time and energy, and have been meticulously preparing for months just to guard against Muggles.

During this period, officials from the Ministry of Magic were busy developing various plans and arranging various measures.

Not only were special teleportation points set up to facilitate wizards' quick access to the stadium, but two hundred keyholes were also distributed throughout the UK to serve the more than 100,000 wizard fans from all over the world who came to the UK.

These door keys were cleverly hidden in various corners, disguised as various kinds of trash and discarded clothes, to avoid being triggered by Muggles.

When Wes used Apparition to arrive outside the stadium, it was already packed with a surging crowd.

A vast expanse of tents, like a colorful ocean, was set up by fans who had been staying here for quite some time.

Countless fans gathered from all directions, and the stadium was packed with people who came to watch the game. As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of ​​people, and the whole stadium was filled with a lively atmosphere.

Some wizards rode flying broomsticks, darting through the air, cheering excitedly and showing off their flying skills.

However, to avoid being discovered by Muggles, Ministry of Magic officials had to busily weave through the crowd and confiscate their brooms.

Some wizards even argued heatedly for their favorite teams, drawing their wands in the heat of the moment. Fortunately, officials from the Ministry of Magic intervened in time to prevent these conflicts from escalating into an international dispute.

To prepare for this grand event, everyone in the Ministry of Magic was extremely busy, running around to ensure the smooth running of the competition.

Wes had only been there a short time when he witnessed Ministry of Magic officials thwarting three conflicts.

Some of these conflicts stemmed from arguments between fans, while others were caused by minor accidents. Officials at the Ministry of Magic felt overwhelmed in resolving these conflicts, both large and small.

No wonder the Death Eaters chose to act here; there were too many people and too many different groups, the Ministry of Magic simply couldn't manage it all.

Wess suddenly understood the Ministry of Magic's predicament. Faced with the throng of people, he could only move forward little by little, and it took him quite a while to find the place Lucius had mentioned.

[This is where the Death Eaters launched their attack. I must say, they chose a pretty good location. Everyone's attention is focused on the World Cup; nobody's paying attention here.]

"Professor~"

Are you coming to watch the World Cup too?

The call interrupted Wes, who was deep in thought. His gaze swept across the crowd and finally settled on Fred and George.

"What's this?" His gaze swept over the twin brothers, noticing the box they were carrying and the floating magical fireworks with the GG message. The box was floating with the message: "Twin Brothers Fireworks, everyone who's tried them loves them."

The GG logo was flashing with colorful light, constantly attracting the attention of those around it.

"As you can see," Fred said, patting the box in his arms as if showing off his prized possession.

"We're accumulating funds," George added excitedly.

They had been very diligent in alchemy, spending a great deal of time and energy studying the art. With Wes's guidance, the two brothers made rapid progress, and they were now able to produce qualified and stable magical products.

"We want to open a joke shop that sells pranks," Fred said.

"But Mom doesn't support it." George shrugged helplessly, his gesture somewhat exaggerated, which made people chuckle.

"We've had to make some fireworks to sell here," Fred said, sounding somewhat dejected. His eyes were slightly downcast, as if he were disappointed that his dream had been thwarted.

It must be said that Fred and George are truly business-minded. They sensed a business opportunity and used their alchemy skills to create exquisite magical fireworks.

In less than an hour, they earned dozens of Galleons, more than their father's monthly salary.

"Give me some to try." Wes took out ten Galleons. "Consider it support for your startup."

"That's too much," Fred waved his hand in refusal, surprised that Wes would offer so much money. "The rest of the fireworks aren't worth that much."

"Really, Professor, these fireworks aren't worth that much money," George quickly refused as well.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Wes ignored them and went about trying out several different fireworks.

Fireworks exploded in the sky, dazzling and colorful, attracting the attention of many children nearby. The children cheered excitedly under the exploding fireworks, and Wes shared the remaining ones with them.

"Very good. Magic fireworks are also a type of magic item. You already have the ability to independently create alchemical items."

The two brothers were pleased with Weiss's praise, and their faces beamed with pride.

"If only Mom supported us like you did."

"She prefers a nerd like Percy."

"She wanted us to find a decent job like Dad, but that's too boring."

The twin brothers couldn't help but complain to Wes.

"I think Molly will support you," Wes comforted him, but he had other things to do and quickly dismissed the twins.

By this time, the twin brothers had nearly 100 Galleons in their hands, and they were eager to use this achievement to convince their mother to support their business, or at least stop stopping them.

As darkness fell, Wes followed the crowd into the stadium to avoid attracting attention. Unexpectedly, Dumbledore had given him a VIP ticket, allowing him to enter the top-floor box, which was mostly occupied by high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic.

Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge, Director of International Magical Cooperation Barty Crouch, and officials from various departments were present. They wore magnificent robes, displaying their status and power.

Many members of the pure-blood families also came to watch the game, such as the Malfoy family.

(End of this chapter)