The Europe qualifiers for this year's Quidditch World Cup will officially begin late on the night of the 7th of next month, above the Colosseum.
The Italian Ministry of Magic will assist Wayne Enterprises in setting up approximately 15 Magical Base Station.
A week before the qualifiers began, Wayne Enterprises needed to install large Magical Projection equipment throughout the Italian Wizarding World for broadcasting the qualifiers.
After the competition, Wayne Enterprises will not take back the Magical Projection, but will receive 30% of the equipment's revenue in the future. This is essentially leasing the equipment to the Italian Ministry of Magic, and the agreement is valid for 10 years.
After a pleasant dinner, Vincent and Hermione left the Italian Ministry of Magic at 9 p. m.
Both of them drank a little wine, but the alcohol content was not high.
St. Peter's Square is brightly lit at night, and most people are strolling and chatting after their meals.
"Would you like to walk around a bit?"
"OK."
The two walked hand in hand on the ground paved with black stones, occasionally stopping to admire the night view of the square.
The atmosphere in Italy was particularly comfortable, and the higher-ups in the Ministry of Magic were all very nice.
Compare this to the British Ministry of Magic...
Hermione tightened her grip on Vincent's little hand. "Where are we going tomorrow?"
"Greece or Bulgaria, I wrote to them last night. Once we receive a reply, we can use Apparition to go there directly."
With Vincent's current level of magical power, he can successfully reach even places he has never been before.
Hermione's big eyes were full of anticipation. "I really hope to receive their reply tomorrow."
The enthusiasm from Italy is just an isolated case; once a cooperation agreement is reached with the Ministry of Magic there, we should be able to save a lot of time.
"It definitely will," Vincent confidently.
How could its efficiency be lower than that of the British Ministry of Magic?
It's almost time for a reply; it might already be on its way.
As he expected, shortly after the two drove back to the hotel, a reply arrived from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic.
Minister Obransk warmly welcomed his visit and included two special red roses in the envelope.
The flower looks ordinary, but what makes it special are the tiny characters on its petals.
Vincent couldn't read Cyrillic Alphabet, but Obransk explained in his letter that the two roses were a pass; as long as he pinned them to his chest, he could freely enter and leave the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic without needing to report.
The status of a legendary Alchemists apprentice is quite prestigious, especially since he is also a youth representative of Wizengamot, Britain.
He took a nice shower and had just gotten into bed when he received another reply.
Minister Astrid also expressed her warm welcome in her letter, but said she had been quite busy lately and could only spare an hour tomorrow afternoon.
Perhaps she was really too busy, because the letter didn't include any travel permits or similar items.
The Greece Wizarding World is home to many Fantastic Beasts, and it's the height of summer when they're prone to irritability; she's probably busy calming them down.
Vincent didn't have a good solution, so he wrote a letter to the Ministry of Magic, which he was going to visit the day after tomorrow, and went to sleep.
Running to two places in one day, I'm sure I can finish the qualifiers in time.
After dawn,
Hermione got up early, first read through Wayne Enterprises' business plan before getting up and going to the bathroom.
Despite receiving praise from Ms. Obransk and other senior officials of the Italian Ministry of Magic yesterday, she knows all too well that she still has a long way to go.
She needs to practice her word choice, tone of voice, rhythm of speech, and even body language diligently.
After washing up, she recited the entire plan in front of the mirror, and then recited it a second time, finding any shortcomings.
When it was 8 a. m., she changed her clothes and left the room.
Vincent was already waiting in the hotel restaurant, but he wasn't dressed in a suit.
Hermione sat down opposite him, a hint of excitement in her voice, "Did you receive a reply?"
"Received."
She grabbed a croissant from the plate and took a big bite.
Seemingly a little choked up, she picked up a Quirrell without even looking and drank it down.
Vincent looked at her with a helpless expression as she slammed the empty glass onto the table.
It was gone in the blink of an eye; he'd only taken one sip.
Hermione, having recovered, showed no embarrassment. Instead, she urged anxiously, "Stop looking at me, hurry up and eat too."
Vincent raised the bread in his hand and took a bite.
After they had almost finished eating, Hermione pulled him back to his room to change his clothes.
"I'll wait for you outside."
Just a few days ago she was enjoying the slow pace of life in Italy, but today she has suddenly become decisive and efficient.
While Vincent was changing her clothes, he considered whether he should help her relax first, but he ultimately decided to do nothing and patiently wait for her to fully adjust.
He changed his clothes and opened the door to his room. Hermione had already rushed in and taken his hand.
Let's go!
He gently waved the Serpent Staff disguised as a cane to Side-Along Apparition.
As the black and white vortex disappeared, the two appeared in Sofia, the capital of Bulgaria.
Vincent, in the alley, took two red roses from his suit jacket pocket and pinned one of them to the left front of Hermione's shirt.
"What's this?"
"Our pass."
Hermione picked up the other rose from his hand and pinned it to the left side of his suit jacket.
She seemed less anxious than before.
But Vincent knew perfectly well that she was just restraining herself.
That's good; being able to control your emotions is a good start.
The two walked hand in hand out of the alley and saw many unique buildings that looked like something out of a fairy tale.
They include Byzantine, ancient Roman, and Gothic styles.
Their main colors are all particularly bright, and strolling through the streets feels like stepping into a fairytale town.
Hermione gazed at the beautiful scenery around her and gradually relaxed without realizing it.
The two crossed the street and arrived at a magnificent Byzantine-style church.
Vincent did not lead her inside, but instead led her into a small building outside the church.
The rose pinned to their chests emitted a faint glow, and the black and white floor tiles beneath their feet began to slowly rotate.
A sudden feeling of weightlessness made Vincent quickly grab Hermione, and then the two of them sank as if they were sinking into the ground.
The rotating black and white floor tiles enveloped the two like water droplets, slowly advancing them towards the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic underground.
Half a minute later, the teardrop-shaped floor suddenly cracked open overhead, quietly falling onto the surrounding mosaic floor.
What Vincent and Hermione saw was a huge Entrance Hall made of stone.
Although it is made of stone, it is by no means simple.
The natural marble texture emerges on the monotonous wall, and upon closer inspection, you will find that its texture has been completely peeled out.
The Big White stone pillars on both sides of the Entrance Hall are full of exquisite carvings, and the stained glass ceiling reflects dazzling light, which falls on the mosaic floor with different patterns.
Thanks to the ingenious design of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, even simple building materials can bring a unique and gorgeous visual experience.