Ludo Bagman, Who Only Knew Quidditch

"Little Mr. Lovegood is warming up?" Hearing Luna say that, even Narcissa, who had maintained her composure throughout, sounded different.

She leaned forward slightly and asked tentatively, "Could he be planning to play for the North American National Team? Is that it?"

"Yes!" Luna nodded. "Because of a few unexpected developments, Vizet will go on as a Chaser."

"Then this looks like a match very much worth looking forward to!" Narcissa responded, then returned to her previous calm, sitting properly on the gilded seat with perfect posture.

Although her expression had returned to calm, her heart was in turmoil, and she deeply felt just how important it had been to persuade Lucius last year to support Vizet.

Whether or not Vizet intended to do anything, as long as they kept up with his steps, the Malfoy Family would benefit.

From Narcissa's perspective, Vizet was like an invisible vortex. Even without taking any action, he could gather the forces around him together and form a power that was difficult to ignore.

In fact, the Malfoy Family had already gained something from it.

The Triltopus Family, as their new supplier, actually signified something as well: the Malfoy Family had broken free of its shackles and no longer needed to endure the restraints from England.

It was just that Narcissa had not expected Vizet to be able to accomplish things in so many fields...

As one of the few sports welcomed by most wizards, Quidditch carried many meanings. The simplest of them was that it was easier to win popularity.

This World Cup in particular was rather special. The Irish Team, on whom great hopes had been placed, had already been eliminated. If a wizard from England could participate in the final of the Quidditch World Cup...

Narcissa remembered Draco saying that Vizet's