The movie ended 1 hour and 47 minutes later, Scipio and Mustafa were still staring at the scrolling end credits on the giant screen, as if they were reliving the exciting scenes from the movie.
When the last scrolling subtitle disappeared and the giant screen returned to its original pure white state, both of them spontaneously applauded.
The staff of the Italian Ministry of Magic in the Colosseum also applauded.
The nearly two-hour viewing experience was undoubtedly unforgettable for them, which is enough to demonstrate the true effect of the Magical Projection.
The Wizarding World has ways to display giant images, but none of them can compare to the clarity and smoothness of Magical Projection.
Mustafa turned to Vincent, excitedly taking his hands in his. "Mr. Wayne, with the Magical Projection broadcast, I believe this year's World Cup will be the most exciting one ever!"
Wizards who couldn't attend in person can watch the event virtually through the broadcast, and the live competition will also offer a more stunning visual experience.
Vincent, however, no longer feigned modesty. "Mr. Chairman, I also believe that this year's World Cup will be the safest ever."
While seasoned fans may not all be drawn to the novel Magical Projection, they certainly greatly reduce the likelihood of conflict.
Mustafa wholeheartedly agreed with this statement.
He patted Vincent's hand affectionately. "Mr. Wayne, I heard that your progress in the Middle East hasn't been very smooth?"
"A little bit, but I believe good news will come soon."
Mustafa nodded. "I still have some influence over there, and they'll give me some face to some extent."
He was an Egypt sorcerer, and Egypt happens to be located in the Middle East.
Vincent beamed with joy. "Mr. Chairman, thank you so much for your help. We will definitely complete the installation of the Magical Base Station and Magical Projection as quickly as possible."
Mustafa smiled kindly, "Mr. Wayne, I should be thanking you for your help with Quidditch. The broadcast of the games will surely make more wizards fall in love with the sport."
"Not at all, I should thank Mr. Chairman for giving us the opportunity to broadcast."
"Mr. Wayne, that's because your invention is so great. I can already imagine the future where wizards can watch the games from home."
Scipio listened to the two men's mutual flattery with a rather speechless expression.
He quickly and warmly put his arms around their shoulders. "Mr. Chairman, Mr. Wayne, my stomach is Gu Gu. Let's go downstairs and have dinner."
Vincent and Mustafa exchanged a smile.
The three of them went down to the flat performance area, where a long table had already been set up next to the Magical Projection that was half a person tall.
The Italian Ministry of Magic staff dispatched to the Colosseum were already seated.
The three sat down, Scipio, who was in the main seat, raised his wine glass. "Buonappetito!"
Amidst the clinking of glasses, everyone at the long table, regardless of position, status, or age, wore joyful smiles.
The atmosphere of treating everyone equally was particularly pleasant, and Vincent and Mustafa, as guests, lost count of how many glasses of wine they had drunk in total.
After the wine took effect, Scipio, who was in the host's seat, even led the group in a traditional southern Italy tarantella dance.
Caught up in the atmosphere, everyone started jumping.
Vincent and Mustafa were no exception.
The dinner lasted until the early hours of the morning.
If Italy weren't so strict about controlling their alcohol intake, the drinking session probably wouldn't have truly ended until dawn.
Vincent went straight to his hotel room and lay down to rest.
Italy are so hospitable! Next time I dine with them, I'll have to bring hangover medicine in advance.
After Meimei took a nap, he got up and saw the honey water on the bedside table that had been kept warm by magic.
There was also a note written by Hermione under the cup.
Vincent took a big gulp of honey water first, then picked up the note.
The Middle East has agreed to cooperate with Wayne Enterprises, Rinne officially signed the magic Contract this morning.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized he had slept until noon.
It's all Scipio's fault. Even if the alcohol content of wine is low, you can't drink one glass after another like that.
However, Mustafa's efficiency was something the British Ministry of Magic could learn from; he had originally thought the Middle East issue wouldn't be resolved until tomorrow at the earliest.
Now that the magical governments of all countries around the world have reached an agreement, and the young men will all arrive in a few days, we can rest assured and wait for the preliminary rounds of each major competition area to officially begin.
At 10:00 AM on July 4th,
Modena- Bologna Airport, Italy
After a passenger plane that took off from United States New York landed, a young couple dressed in matching outfits walked hand in hand out of the airport, dragging their suitcases.
The summer sun was quite strong, so the two of them, who were prepared, put on sunglasses.
Outside the airport, there was a striking burgundy GT-R parked, and next to it was an even more eye-catching sapphire blue Bugatti EB110.
Perhaps having spotted the two, the doors of two sports cars in the distance opened, and a girl dressed in revealing clothing and a boy in a suit got out of the cars respectively.
"Jenny! Over here!"
The girl in the young couple let go of his hand and ran towards the burgundy GT-R.
Her boyfriend looked annoyed, but he dragged his luggage and walked over quickly.
No matter how jealous he is, it's useless, because his girlfriend is a lively, cheerful, and easygoing girl with no guile.
By the time he could manage a smile, his girlfriend, who was running ahead of him, had already jumped onto the scantily clad girl.
"Rinne, I miss you so much!"
"Jennifer, can you come down first?"
The young couple who traveled from afar were Kenny and Jennifer.
They had already graduated from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and their trip to Italy to watch the Quidditch World Cup qualifiers was not only for a good graduation trip, but also to visit friends they hadn't seen in a long time.
Jennifer didn't hold her for long before getting off Rinne.
She glanced at the boy standing in front of the sapphire blue Bugatti, and with a wicked grin, gave Rinne a light elbow.
"Not bad, it's been over a year since I last saw you, and you've even found a boyfriend."
Rinne rolled her eyes at her. "He's not my boyfriend. You should take a closer look at who he really is."
Jennifer shook her head dismissively. "What's there to deny? No matter how much you try to hide it, it'll be exposed sooner or later."
She turned to look at the boy in the suit, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar.
"Hmm..." She had to get very close to see it very carefully.
Kenny, who saw this from afar, turned green with rage.
As Ilvermorny man, how could he possibly allow his girlfriend to be so close to a strange man?
He sped up and rushed over, his eyes fixed on the blond bastard's face.
Hmm? This looks familiar?
Even if you know someone, you can't do this!
When Kenny's anger reached its peak, Jennifer suddenly screamed.
"Wayne!? You're Wayne!?"
Vincent nodded slightly to her. "It's me, no doubt about it."
Upon hearing this, Kenny's pent-up anger vanished instantly.
I haven't seen that bastard for over a year, how come he's developed so fast and grown even taller and stronger than me?
We couldn't beat them before, and we can't beat them now.