Scipio and Mustafa understood that Vincent's claim about managing a business was merely an excuse.
It was a pity to lose such a promising talent, but it was his choice after all, and neither of them would interfere too much.
Compared with his Quidditch talent, Vincent could clearly create far greater value in alchemy.
Not long after sunset, the three arrived at the Colosseum aboveground.
Over nearly two thousand years, this once incomparably glorious structure had endured countless earthquakes and wars, leaving behind only a broken, incomplete skeleton.
In 1754, it had even been completely destroyed during a famous broom racing competition jointly hosted by the then ministers of the Italian Ministry of Magic and British Ministry of Magic, when a major conflict erupted between supporters from both sides.
Although it was later restored to its original appearance, in a sense, it had long ceased to be the true original Colosseum.
Scipio exchanged a few simple words with the Italian Ministry of Magic staff before leading Vincent and Mustafa to the very top of the tiered stands.
Magical Projection was unaffected by sunlight, so its effect was the same whether it was day or night.
However, to avoid attracting Muggle attention as much as possible, larger Wizarding World events were usually held at night.
When disruption magic enveloped the entire Colosseum, a white beam of light slowly shot up from the performance area in the central open ground, reaching straight into the sky.
It was nearly three hundred meters tall, while the fan-shaped curtain of light stretched to a full four hundred meters wide.
Scipio and Mustafa looked exceptionally excited.
The sheer size of the Magical Projection was already enough to be breathtaking. Even if the display quality was slightly worse, it would still be acceptable.
Vincent took in their