Vincent was more concerned about the global broadcast than the outcome of the match.
While delays and stutters are unavoidable, the biggest concern is equipment malfunction.
He stared intently at the small interfaces projected on the Magical Communicator in front of him, which displayed detailed operational information about Magical Base Station set up around the world.
Merlin never fails to reward any hardworking wizard.
At 1:47 a. m., the Transylvania team's Seeker successfully caught the Golden Snitch, ultimately winning the game with a score of 350:90.
However, Vincent remained vigilant.
The night sky above the stadium was illuminated by sky-blue magical fireworks, and a long, circular light screen displayed the images of all the Transylvania team members.
After the awards ceremony, Vincent turned off his Magical Communicator.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh of relief.
As with countless previous tests, the Magical Base Station demonstrated excellent performance and extremely stable operation.
An Italian Ministry of Magic staff member approached and said, "Mr. Wayne, leave the rest of the replay to us. You haven't had a break for almost 50 hours."
Vincent nodded. "Then I'll leave it to you."
He raised the Magical Communicator on his wrist, "If there are any problems with the replay, you must let me know immediately."
The staff member seemed to have noticed something, but he quickly raised his wrist, revealing Magical Communicator customized by the Italian Ministry of Magic. "Of course, Mr. Wayne, you can go back and rest without worry."
Vincent picked up the Serpent Staff disguised as a cane, a pair of small hands reached out from behind and covered his eyes.
Guess who I am?
"Hmm—the future Mrs. Wayne?"
Hermione pouted and let go of her hand. "You're just as annoying as Daphne."
Vincent turned to look at her. "What, has she been calling you that lately too?"
Hermione shook her head. "She probably won't now."
"So that means it will happen again in the future?"
Her pouty little mouth puffed out even more.
Vincent gently poked her chubby little face. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."
He took her small hand and said, "Let's go, since we still have time, let's go get something to eat."
Hermione stopped pouting. "Aren't there matches in Asia and South America tomorrow? Why don't you go over there and keep an eye on things?"
"I'm not going. The stability of the Magical Base Station is higher than I expected. It's not too late to go there when there is a malfunction."
After being under so much pressure for so long, it's time to relax.
Hermione grasped his large hand and pulled him toward the special exit for the staff.
Her tone was particularly firm. "What you need most right now is to rest. We'll talk about everything else after you wake up."
Vincent let her lead him forward, "What if I can't sleep?"
I will help you.
He instinctively shivered, thinking of some unpleasant images.
They probably wouldn't knock him unconscious, but he'll likely Draught of Living Death.
After Vincent had a good night's sleep, he opened his eyes to find Hermione lying next to his pillow.
She insisted on seeing him fall asleep before she would leave, but unexpectedly, she fell asleep along with him.
Vincent carefully picked up a strand of her loose hair and gently scratched the bridge of her high nose.
"Stop it... Crookshanks..."
He playfully continued to tickle her nose with her hair.
"Stop fooling around..." She waved her hand to drive away the non-existent Crookshanks.
When she put her little hand down, Vincent leaned in again.
Just as he was about to continue, Hermione suddenly opened her eyes.
The two locked eyes.
Vincent quickly let her hair down. "Good morning."
Hermione was stunned for a moment, then sat up with a blush as if she remembered something.
I actually fell asleep without even realizing it!
And she even woke up later than him!
Her expression quickly returned to normal, and she casually brushed aside her slightly disheveled long hair as if nothing had happened. "Good morning."
Vincent suppressed a laugh. "Want to come downstairs for breakfast together?"
"Ah... um... okay."
Hermione didn't dare meet his teasing eyes and stood up awkwardly. "I... I'll go back and change my clothes first."
The more adaptable a person is, the easier it is for them to take control of their life.
Vincent and Hermione were undoubtedly among the best, and neither of them mentioned what had just happened while having breakfast.
But this doesn't mean the two have forgotten about it; it will always be brought up again at the right time.
For example, after the match between the Germany team and the Poland team that evening.
Seeing that it was still early, Hermione suggested to Vincent that they go for a walk in the city.
"Are you sure? It seems like someone needs rest even more than I do."
She angrily grabbed his hand and headed towards the exit. "Last night was just an accident. I'm not usually this careless."
"Really?" Vincent walked quickly to her side. "Then you should be more careful next time. You could be in danger if you run into bad people."
Hermione stopped, looking at him shyly. "I'll be careful, but I believe you're not a bad person, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen asleep."
Vincent felt a warmth in his heart and squeezed her small hand tighter. "Thank you for your trust."
He then smiled knowingly and said, "But if there really is a next time, I definitely won't just tickle your nose with my hair."
Hermione bit her lip lightly. "Whatever. I can't resist now that I'm asleep."
Vincent leaned down and whispered in her ear, "And when you're awake?"
Her voice was very soft, "That depends on what you want to do to me..."
He heard it, but he didn't say anything; he just tightened his grip on her little hand again.
Without needing many words, the two understood each other's hearts.
At the same time, the British Ministry of Magic,
The seventh floor, the Department of Magical Games and Sports.
Having just finished watching the match, the newly appointed director Ludo Bagman, returned to his office immediately and cheerfully began searching through the relevant documents for the Quidditch World Cup.
As a former top international Beater, he is physically strong and doesn't have any bad habits, except that he likes to gamble occasionally.
Through tonight's Asia and South America matches, he discovered that when Magical Base Station transmit magic signals over very long distances, a slight delay is unavoidable.
Then, the opportunity to make big money will come.
With the power he wields, he could easily tamper with the Magical Base Station during the finals, delaying the wizards watching the broadcast from learning about the match.
By manipulating odds in real time through these time differences, bettors with information asymmetry can be misled into placing incorrect bets.
If handled properly, not only can the debts owed by the Goblin be repaid, but a huge profit can even be made.
However, when Bagman finally found a file folder with a white "W" logo, he discovered that it was empty.
He was completely stunned, his face filled with disbelief.
Wayne Enterprises shouldn't be that careless, so who could it be?
Suddenly, a chubby face appeared in his mind.
If I remember correctly, this document about the maintenance and upkeep of the Magical Base Station was delivered by his subordinate Bertha Jorkins, before he left work today.
So...
Bagman's lips twitched violently.
This reckless and clueless person is usually forgetful, but he doesn't even bother to pay attention to such a crucial matter.
Although he could ask Wayne Enterprises for another copy of the document, if Jorkins lost it again, even if he had the thick skin, he wouldn't be able to ask for it a third time.
"Oh right, I think she recently mentioned wanting to apply for leave to visit relatives somewhere..."
Approved! Must be approved! And immediately!
Bagman picked up a piece of parchment with great excitement.