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"sit down."

"Okay." Ment sat down immediately.

He looked at John sitting opposite him with an uneasy look on his face.

"Sir Wick, I have no contact with that person, and I am definitely not a member of that person's party!"

He hastened to show his loyalty.

He was not familiar with Dumbledore and the two had basically no intersection.

Ment graduated from Durmstrang, and he and Dumbledore were not from the same era.

John smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not looking for trouble with you."

"Is that so?" Ment breathed a sigh of relief.

He really loves the sport of Quidditch, and he himself is a former Quidditch player.

John asked, "What do you think of Quidditch now?"

"Opinion?" Ment asked doubtfully, "Are you talking about the World Cup? This time, the World Cup was postponed because of the Saints."

"No, the World Cup still needs to be held," John said seriously, "Especially at times like this, it is even more important for all wizards to see peace."

"I mean about the Quidditch format."

John snapped his fingers and a stack of parchment flew towards Mentor.

"The current Quidditch system is too monotonous. Everyone is preparing for the World Cup, which has caused the sport to lose too much."

Mentor picked up a piece of parchment and looked at it.

Above are the plans for the new competition format.

"It has been implemented in the UK for some time," John said, "and during this period, many Quidditch clubs in the UK have contributed corresponding value."

"Top Wizard Competition, Senior Wizard Competition, Junior Wizard Competition?"

"Two up and two down?"

Mente went from being confused at the beginning to being completely focused later on.

There was excitement in his eyes.

Because he saw the glorious future of Quidditch.

Originally, because Quidditch requires a large field and the number of people needed to form a team, this sport is usually played in school.

If ordinary wizards want to have fun after graduation, the only way is to join a club.

But the club has very high requirements for talent, and they are in training almost every day.

It's simply not something that ordinary people can participate in.

For ordinary wizards in this sport, they can only enjoy their eyes when they are competing.

And more often than not, you can only be there in person during the World Cup.

But now this reform, although not happening every day, will at least appear in the public eye more frequently.

The three leagues can also enhance the competitive awareness and sense of crisis among clubs.

John also gave advice on club operations, such as selling jerseys and various peripherals to generate revenue.

Instead of working in isolation and being responsible for your own profits and losses.

It's not friendly to the club and it's not friendly to the audience either.

There are also exhibition matches and friendly matches.

This left Mente dazzled.

"Genius, this is a genius idea!" Ment said excitedly.

"It's just that I learned it from Muggles," John said calmly, "Besides, if this is to be promoted, many venues will need to be built."

Mentor also calmed down, he hesitated, and said: "This is difficult to do, most wizarding places are in Muggle cities, Your Excellency Wick."

If the method of using the door key is naturally possible, but that will cause many problems, such as the door key being used for modification.

Moreover, the one-time transmission of door keys has limitations and is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

"It seems that Metaxas doesn't care about Silver Hand." John looked at him with a smile.

Ment was a little embarrassed, he was more concerned about Quidditch.

John waved his hand and turned the plan to the third to last page.

A door appeared above.

"This is the portal that has been adopted by Silver Hand Amusement Park," John said. "It is a stable portal that can fix the spatial coordinates. All we need to do is maintain the energy above."

John snapped his fingers and the door on the parchment floated out.

Ment noticed that there were nine crystals on the door that looked like crystals.

The crystal emitted a purple light, and a transmission channel cut into the middle of the door appeared.

"Regarding the use and maintenance of magic crystals, I suggest you read the last two pages."

Ment was stunned. "This will solve the problems regarding the venue and transmission."

With this door, they don’t have to build the venue in the city and can move it to a remote place.

It can be said that this plan is just a matter of implementation.

This is a reform of Quidditch, which changes the previous competition model and divides the game into levels.

Such as the philosophy implemented by the Second King.

Strength comes first.

The strong come up, the weak go down.

John looked at Ment and smiled calmly: "The Quidditch League can calm the anxious mood of wizards."

"We need to restore their confidence," John snapped his fingers, making the door disappear, "their fear of Muggles, their fear of the Saints."

"We need to let them know that Muggles are not as scary as they think."

"And the Saints..." John said contemptuously, "are just a group of thugs in the name of purification. They are nothing to be feared."

Mente's heart trembled.

John's contempt for the Saints inevitably reminded people of his attitude towards the Death Eaters.

Yes, nothing to be afraid of.

Because of me, the second king of the magic world, John Wick.

You can continue to have fun and watch the game.

Because of me.

The second king conquers everything he sees, including the hearts of people.

Mente returned home in a daze.

He sat on the sofa and his son ran over excitedly.

"Father, have you seen Lord Wick?"

His son, Kaelon Metaxas.

A student who graduated from Durmstrang, but he is a fanatical supporter of the Second King.

What made him more proud than winning the Quidditch championship at Durmstrang was his father's meeting with the Second King.

Ka Rong asked excitedly: "What kind of person is he?"

Mente exhaled heavily, looked at his son, and said, "He showed me what it means to be a king."

Mentor admits he has a feeling of wanting to be at his feet.

"No wonder you say he is a natural king, Ludvisi." Ment sighed.

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Chapter 683 The more crisis, the more entertainment

Diagon Alley.

There was no one in front of Gringotts, but Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, not far away, was bustling with activity.

“Come and support the Appleby Arrows!” George shouted, holding a light blue number 6 Quidditch jersey with a Silver Arrow logo on it.

"Appleby Arrows versus Ballycastle Bats!" Fred waved a black flag with a red bat on it.

“Come support your team!”

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

They were surrounded by people and the jerseys on the stalls disappeared one by one.

The fiery scene made it impossible to imagine that there were still Saint threats outside.

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

Ximo is here, and he is about to be squeezed into a meat patty.

A fat man knocked him to the ground and almost caused him to be trampled by the crowd.

"George, do you know what this feels like?" Fred took the magic cards that were crying out for food and swiped them on the machine inlaid with purple crystals.

"Of course." George took a card in each hand and swiped it into the machine.

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

There was no sign of the number of people decreasing, and Ron was at another window, frantically taking out tickets one by one.

"My goodness."

He didn't have the mind to think about anything else now. All he saw were countless magic cards being stuffed in front of him as if they were eager to give him money.

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

One by one, the wizards who bought tickets went through the portal.

On the other side of the door, the world-class Quidditch pitch at Silverhand Amusement Park was filled with cheers.

"Welcome to the Premier Wizarding League. I am today's guest commentator, Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Games."

"And me, Ernie MacMillan."

There is a circular commentary room at the Quidditch pitch, with two people in charge of the commentary.

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

Ludo Bagman was the special guest, commentator and host of the competition.

"The first referee we saw coming in was the famous former Falmouth Falcons star, Seeker Russell Duru."

"You have no idea how sharp Russell Drew's eyesight is. He has the eyes of an eagle. During my service, we privately named him Black Falcon. This old man has such good eyesight that no trick can be hidden from his eyes."

"Oh my god, you old man, I was complimenting you!"

The wizard responsible for projecting the players onto the big screen cooperated and projected Russell Drew onto it.

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

The two men were cursing at each other from a distance, and it was Ernie who stopped Bagman from running away.

"The teams came out. The first to appear were the Appleby Arrows. Their usual tactic was the Seeker-kill tactic. Their Seeker Rob Marshall was their star player."

Ernie did a great job, accurately pointing out the other party's strengths.

Rob Marshall made a quick appearance sitting on the Firebolt and waving his arms.

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

"Out came the Ballycastle Bats, captained by Joe Akeem Rowans, a very agile Chaser and the highest scoring Chaser in the league by far."

Many bats flew out from the black on the other side, followed by the Ballycastle bats flying out in a wing formation.