A Headshot with One Shot, Then We're Done

When the Quidditch World Cup came up, the wizards in the tavern got excited. The main reason was that the Canadians they disliked had won the previous World Cup.

Of course, some were enthusiastically telling the story of the 1877 Quidditch World Cup, which was jokingly known as "the match no one remembered."

The match had been scheduled for 1877. The venue had been chosen, tickets had been sold, and merchandise had been made, but neither the players nor the fans could remember ever taking part in or watching a single match.

Still, English Beater Lucas Bargeworthy had lost half his teeth, Canadian Seeker Angelus Piers's knee had been turned backward, and half the Argentinian team had been tied up in the basement of a tavern in Cardiff.

There were many theories trying to explain this mass amnesia. Some believed it was because the Goblin Liberation Front, which had been very active at the time and had attracted many Wizard anarchists, had used a large number of Memory Charms. Others thought it was due to a widespread outbreak of Fog-Brain Spattergroit, a deadlier strain of Spattergroit that caused amnesia and confusion.

Whatever the reason, people held the World Cup again the following year, leading to a slight deviation from the tradition of holding it every four years since 1473.

Anton and Anna happily ate their food as they listened to a white-bearded Old Wizard at the next table tell all sorts of mysterious stories about that World Cup.

"Children, I'm afraid we'll have to head back right away."

Lupin returned to the two of them with a frown and spoke quietly. "I just got word that someone on the team of investors planning to buy that building saw Squibs among their ranks."

"Squib mercenaries?" Anton blinked, puzzled. "The American Ministry