I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Not to be outdone, supporters of the Ballycastle Bats also formed a human wave.

Where the Ballycastle Bats flew a wave of people followed.

Bagman stopped arguing with his old friend and took over the conversation, saying, "The players of both teams are ready. Currently, Appleby Arrows ranks third in the league in terms of win rate, and its old rival, Ballycas, ranks fifth."

"This is a tough battle, and our focus will most likely be on decapitation tactics."

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

Bagman thought for a moment and said, "The Appleby Arrows relied on the decapitation tactic to win the first three games. If they can't get the Golden Snitch before the giant Joachim Rohns warms up, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to win."

"Without this victory, the Ballycastle Bats will miss out on the final."

His words drew a barrage of criticism from Appleby Arrows fans.

When the Ballycastle Bats fans heard his "curse" against their own team, they also joined in the abuse.

Fortunately, Bagman was already thick-skinned enough, after all, he dared to owe money to the Second King.

Mente Metaxas was staring with his mouth wide open at the World Cup-like atmosphere.

Of course, the number is not as exaggerated as the 100,000 in the World Cup.

But for the sparsely populated magical world, this lineup of nearly 50,000 people is scary enough.

Because this isn't the World Cup, a tournament in the top wizarding league, or even the final.

It was at this time that he intuitively saw the influence of these three leagues.

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

That is the British and Irish Quidditch League competition. Compared with the three leagues, there is no level restriction and cross-level competition is possible.

Even so, driving these wizards so crazy still scared Mentor Metaxas, the head of the Quidditch Committee.

In his hand he was holding a Ballycastle Bats jersey. This one piece of jersey was not expensive, but the added amount could earn him nearly several thousand Galleons in peripheral fees in a game.

Even though John's level is not high, don't forget that the Minister of Magic only makes a few thousand Galleons a year.

This is just clothes. If you include other things, the number can be doubled.

This is not selling anything, it's just picking up money.

Not to mention the increased number of games, which will bring more influence and endorsement fees.

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

What are Silver Hand Fashion Buildings, Silver Hand Wine Cellars, Silver... Wait, why are there so many Silver Hands?

I almost forgot who the richest man in the country is.

Mente gasped.

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

This is not asking for trouble, he is simply the God of Wealth.

His son, Kalong, was cheering in his Appleby Arrows Seeker uniform.

The Appleby Arrows just scored a goal.

"Need a butterbeer?"

The pretty girl, carrying a box with a Butterbeer ad on it, asked Mentor.

"This is?"

"Butterbeer," the girl said, holding out a cup, her eyes bright, "Do you want any?"

"Give me a drink."

"Ok."

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

"It's amazing." Ment couldn't help but applaud. He took a sip and found it tasted very good.

He also saw people walking around selling various snacks.

Anyone who needs them just needs to call them.

This is simply not great.

“I could stay here all day.”

Menter laughed and joined in the atmosphere.

It turned out that he supported the Ballycastle Bats and almost came to blows with his son.

In the end, the Appleby Arrows emerged victorious, winning the game by a thrilling ten-point margin.

The decapitation tactic was successful again.

After leaving the stadium, Ment couldn't wait to find John.

"Dad, this place is amazing!"

Karong was still reluctant to leave, but Mente smiled and said, "In the future, the whole world can enjoy this atmosphere!"

He asked Kalong 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.

Mente thought one of the cups was for him, so he picked it up and drank it down in one gulp.

John hesitated and said, "That was left by Minister Roland just now."

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

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

I've already drunk it anyway.

Mente got excited when he mentioned this. He asked excitedly, "Is it really possible? I mean, it's possible all over the world?"

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

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

Mentor's heart was pounding.

John was not surprised to see this. After all, this was a reform that would change the wizarding world.

"The more crisis there is, the more entertainment there is." John picked up his coffee and took a sip. "Did you see fear on their faces?"

Ment recalled carefully and found that none of those people were afraid or worried about the saints.

Even I forgot about it for a short while.

"This is the charm of competition. It boosts morale when it is most needed so that they will not fall into the trap of saints."

John shrugged and said, "There will be a top wizard league in a few days. Maybe you can take a look and consider it later."

"No need, I have made up my mind." Ment said, "I support your approach, Lord Wick."

He has been conquered.

...

Chapter 684: Peace and Prosperity, a Scorched Earth

Compared with the prosperity in Britain, some parts of the world have become a wasteland.

Death filled the manor, and flames lit up the three hundred year old house.

In front of the fire, little Batty was calm and composed.

"Captain Crouch, he has something to say."

The Auror dragged over a Saint who was tied up.

Barty Jr. waves his wand and the Saint regains the ability to speak.

This is a witch. Her face is covered with dust, but she is quite pretty.

She looked at the fire and roared heartbreakingly: "My brother, my brother is still there!"

"He is innocent, he was just bewitched by me, he just turned eleven!"

The female saint shouted until her voice was hoarse, hoping that this cold-blooded man would show mercy.

"So... you're willing to die for him?"

Little Barty looked at the female saint, his voice filled with a bone-chilling chill.

"Of course!" the saint answered without hesitation.

Little Batty slowly squatted down and looked at the beautiful face of the female saint.

He reached out and lifted the saint's long hair, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then why did you make him a saint?"

"I..." The female saint's voice was stuck in her throat.

Because she saw the look of the person in front of her, which was devoid of any mercy.

"You killed him," Little Batty's voice was like a devil, "You made him the most damnable guy in the world, and you wiped out my sympathy for him."

"It was you. You killed him, your dear brother. He was struggling in the flames. You would see his skin burned off. You would see his body, perhaps curled up in a corner, perhaps by the fireplace or under the bed."

The female saint screamed, "No! You can't do this, he's still a child!"

"He's not a child, have you forgotten? You turned him into a damned little beast!"

Little Barty grabbed the saint's hair and dragged her to the house that was engulfed in flames.

She was forcibly pulled up and forced to watch her family wailing in the fire.

"Your recklessness and your willful behavior have all come back to haunt your family!"

"He should have gone to magic school next year, enjoying favorable conditions, without any disasters or troubles. The king's mercy would shine upon him, and he would get everything he deserves!"

"It's you!"

"You ruined him! You ruined this family! You ruined this world!"

There was visible anger on Batty Jr.'s face. He swung his arm hard, causing the frightened Saint to come into close contact with the ground.

Little Barty stepped on her head with his foot and said in a cold voice: "When you become a saint, all of this will be destroyed because of you."

"Just like the families you've hurt."

He kicked the female saint on the head again and again.

"elder sister!"

The female saint's nose was broken and she looked up with difficulty.

My burning brother was lying in front of me, less than ten meters away from the door.

His body was burnt black, but he was trying hard to crawl over.

The flames completely consumed him.

"Do not--!"

That is more painful than death.

The female saint regretted her impulsive behavior.

Regret my so-called ideals.

She has a happy family, with living parents and a clingy younger brother.

At this moment, with the flame, no, with the moment she became a saint, it was destroyed.

Barty Jr. finished everything. He looked at the Aurors calmly and said, "Don't let her die. She needs to tell everything."

"I don't mind whether she is sane or crazy." His words have told everyone the ending of the female saint.

The flames gradually died down as the combustible materials disappeared.

Little Barty stood there quietly, looking at the dead family of three.

There was a slight fluctuation in his eyes.