The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"This is the World Cup! The final!" Ron exclaimed dramatically. "Wizards all over the world are watching this match!"

“And you came too, didn’t you?” Harry said with a smile.

"I...I just didn't want to break my promise," Hermione said, blushing.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Ron said nonchalantly. "Even if something happens, my dad and Bill can Apparate and take us away."

“I still don’t understand.” Hermione looked at Scott. “The newspapers have already published the news, but those foreigners still came. And the British Ministry of Magic, if anything happens, they will probably be held responsible.”

Scott shrugged.

Perhaps this is what a wizard is like.

Wizards are often seen as chaotic and insane by Muggles, much like the men in the camp dressed as women.

If it were a Muggle government, it would never dare to risk gathering so many people like this when threatened by terrorists.

But the wizards' obsession with Quidditch is irrational.

At this moment, Sirius smiled mysteriously, "The Ministry of Magic has made more than just this decision."

His words piqued everyone's curiosity, but no matter how they asked, he shook his head and refused to say, only telling them that they would find out in time.

Scott looked at him with some surprise.

Given this situation, could it really be possible for the three-way championship to actually take place?

Why does he think it's so unreliable?

The day passed quickly.

As evening approached, the people in the camp began to get excited, and the atmosphere became increasingly lively.

As night falls, the wizards have completely shed their clumsy disguises and freely use magic.

The Ministry of Magic seems to have succumbed to the inevitable trend, no longer fighting against people, but choosing to let things take their course.

A group of vendors descended from the sky using Apparition.

They carried trays and pushed carts, attracting people's attention with a wide variety of goods.

There are glowing rose-shaped badges, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria, and these badges can even shout out the team members' names.

It has a tall green hat, decorated with clover that dances in the wind.

It has a Bulgarian sash, and the lion printed on it really roars.

There are the flags of both countries, and waving them will play their respective national anthems.

There are statues of famous team members for collection; those small statues can walk around in your palm, looking quite smug.

There are also miniature models of real flying crossbow bolts.

Scott and his companions also strolled around the vendors and bought a few badges.

Eddie said with great regret, "What a blunder! We should have prepared earlier, joined their ranks, and made a fortune!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to cover his chest, revealing a pained expression, as if he had truly missed out on a fortune.

Scott laughed.

“We won’t be without profit later.” He looked at the twins.

Fred and George said to Eddie with a grin, "Sorry, Eddie, you're probably not going to get a share of this money-making scheme."

"No!" Eddie's eyes widened. "We're partners, you can't do anything without me!"

The twins exchanged a glance, then looked at Scott. "What do you think, Scott?"

Scott suppressed a laugh. "You can decide for yourselves."

Eddie jumped around for a long time before Fred and George "reluctantly" let him join their plan.

Eddie finally calmed down, satisfied, after hearing the confirmation.

Roger chimed in with a sarcastic remark, "You don't even know what their plan is, or whether they'll actually make money, yet you're in such a rush to join?"

"Hmph, you wouldn't believe it," Eddie said smugly, raising his head. "When the few of us work together, we never fail to make money!"

Fred and George immediately went to Eddie's side and each put a hand on his left and right shoulders.

"Thank you for your trust, Eddie!"

"In that case, the most important task in this plan will be entrusted to you!"

"What?" Eddie's fat face trembled. "I have a bad feeling about this."

“You’re overthinking it.” Fred patted his left shoulder. “This is the most crucial step in this plan.”

George patted his right shoulder. "We all agree that it's safest to leave it to you!"

"Okay, just tell me what you want me to do!" Eddie asked with a bitter face.

"very good."

Fred smiled with satisfaction.

He pulled the [magic camera] out of his pocket and shoved it into Eddie's hand.

"Your task is to record the entire match today using the [Magic Camera]!"

George chimed in, "We can start selling the final match footage after school starts!"

Eddie looked at the cylindrical [magic camera] in his hand, and his chubby face completely fell.

"You want me to be the photographer?" he said, dissatisfied. "Wouldn't that mean I wouldn't be able to fully immerse myself in the game?"

Fred and George immediately changed their tune.

“Eddie, we entrusted this task to you because we trust you.”

"If you can't do anything, why should we let you join our money-making program?"

"And what about you guys?" Eddie retorted. "What are you planning to do?"

Fred grinned and said, "We, we provide [magic cameras], and of course, we sell them afterwards."

“I’m in charge of editing and post-production,” Scott said.

Eddie was dumbfounded at first, then his eyes darted around and a cunning expression appeared on his face.

“I alone am not enough,” he said.

“What’s not enough?” George asked.

“There aren’t enough camera positions,” Eddie explained. “I can only shoot from one angle by myself, and even with post-production editing, it will look very monotonous, so…”

He also looked at the twins with a grin.

"You guys will also be in charge of filming. Perfect, since our seats aren't together, we can capture footage from different angles!"

“We don’t need to,” Fred immediately refused.

“Yes, having you is enough.” George nodded in agreement.

“Our films need to be more exciting to sell better!” Eddie stared intently at them, his voice filled with anguish. “Tell me, don’t you want to make more money?”

"This……"

The twins hesitated when Eddie mentioned money.

Eddie quickly pressed his advantage, "Fred, George, don't forget your joke shop. It's just sacrificing some emotions while watching the game. What's a little sacrifice for ideals?"

"us……"

Fred and George's expressions softened.

Eddie pressed on, "Besides, there are two of you, so you can take turns filming, and everyone can enjoy half the fun!"

"Ok."

"We will also film a copy."

For the sake of money, Fred and George completely compromised.

“That’s more like it.” Eddie grinned triumphantly. “It’s all about making money, what can’t we do?”

Scott watched this scene with amusement.

Fred and George can be persuaded at times, and Eddie really goes all out to get them involved.

Just then, a deep, resonant gong sounded from somewhere in the distance of the woods. The next moment, thousands of red and green lanterns lit up the trees, illuminating the road leading to the stadium.

"Time's up!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly to everyone. "Let's go!"

He took the initiative to lead the way, and the group chatted and laughed as they quickly walked into the woods, illuminated by lanterns.

The people in the camp had already started moving, as if hundreds or thousands of people were walking around them.

The fervent excitement was contagious; wherever you looked, everyone's face was beaming with joy.

Shouts, laughter, and noisy singing filled the air, forcing Scott and his companions to shout at each other.

Rimbaud stood obediently on Scott's shoulder, and Scott would occasionally turn his head to look at him, worried that the Blackwing Lord might get jostled.

Twenty minutes later, they emerged from the other side of the woods.

They were now in the shadow of a huge stadium.

Scott looked up and could only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the arena.

The stadium is obviously very tall; it could easily fit ten cathedrals inside.

“It can hold 100,000 spectators,” Mr. Weasley enthusiastically introduced to the crowd. “Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been working on this for a whole year. Every inch of this place has been enchanted with a Muggle-repelling charm. Throughout the year, whenever a Muggle approaches here, they suddenly remember something extremely urgent and hurriedly leave… May God bless them.”

As he spoke, he led everyone to the nearest entrance, where a large group of shouting wizards had already gathered.

"First class ticket." The witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at the ticket in Mr. Weasley's hand. "The penthouse! Keep going upstairs, Arthur, to the very top."

The stairs leading to the stadium were covered with a crimson carpet. They passed through the ticket gates and climbed the stairs with the crowd.

Upon arriving here, Roger and Eddie had to separate from them and enter different stands.

"My dad is waiting for us, see you later!"

Roger waved to Scott and squeezed into the crowd with Eddie.

Scott followed Mr. Weasley up the stairs until they reached the top.