The Abacus Beads Were Practically Smacking Them in the Face
Department of Magical Arts, UK
In front of the Magic Brothers Fountain.
Percy, who was unable to travel to Italy to watch the broadcast, is now watching the show with his boss Barty Crouch.
The images displayed by the Magical Projection were as if the Colosseum had been brought to life, and were impeccable in terms of screen size, clarity, and smoothness.
Due to a recent work habit, even though it was already past work hours, Percy still took out his notebook and quickly jotted down the many advantages of the Magical Projection.
As soon as he wrote the first word, the image on the giant light screen changed.
To be precise, it was a light screen within a light screen, the circular light screen projected above the Colosseum.
A Little Black suddenly appeared against the white backdrop. As the image was magnified, everyone could see a rough-looking wooden stick.
It had several thin twigs tied to its tail end, making it look almost like a broom.
That's right, it's a flying broom, and it's a flying broom made in 962 AD, and it's also the first flying broom recorded on record.
Its appearance is just a rough wooden stick that has not been polished, with a few thin branches casually tied to the end.
After a close-up shot, a large hand picked it up.
The next scene shows a figure in a black robe flying into the azure sky on a broomstick.
However, when the camera zoomed in again, the broom the man was riding was clearly different.
Its surface is not as rough as before, and the branches at the tail end are more delicate.
The man on the broom reached out and scratched his butt.
Early flying brooms didn't have a seat cushion or even a polished finish, which was indeed not very comfortable for the user's bottom.
The person on the broom was flying at a constant speed, but he suddenly accelerated, leaving the camera far behind.
But soon, the camera switched back to them.
This time, the broom is different again.
Its surface is polished, and a soft cushion has been added. The fineness of the branches at the end is very close to that of a modern broom.
The man on the broomstick sped up again, and the camera kept following him closely.
By gradually blurring the background from clear to blurry, the Magical Projection gave wizards watching the broadcast an immersive sense of speed.
The experience of sitting in the audience was even more breathtaking.
The audience only needs to look up slightly to see the huge circular light screen.
Although its image was divided into four parts, the visual impact it delivered was far greater than that of a live broadcast.
The flying broom went from being made by an individual to being mass-produced in less than 5 minutes. Wayne Enterprises used the video to fully explain how it was transformed from being produced for personal use into a commodity.
After Percy wrote the first word, his eyes never left the giant screen of Magical Projection.
His mouth was slightly open, and he stared in astonishment at the constantly changing broom in the scene.
Oakshaft 79 in 1879, Moontrimmer in 1901, Cleansweep One in 1926, Cleansweep 140 in 1929, Cleansweep Two in 1934...
It wasn't until Comet 180 was born in 1938 that the company's Cleansweep was finally ended.
Subsequently, the 1940 Swiftfire, the 1952 Tinderblast, the 1955 Meteor, and the 1967 Nimbus 1000 all made their dazzling debuts.
No matter how the flying broomsticks evolved, the person riding the broomstick still didn't look directly at the camera.
Finally, the Firebolt appeared.
Its top-notch performance has spread throughout the Wizarding World.
Even in the Middle East, where flying brooms are not popular, many wizards have seen the sense of speed they bring.
As Percy guessed what the second act would be, the person riding a broomstick suddenly descended from the sky in the scene.
He planted the Firebolt on the lawn, and the camera then focused on the black boots at his feet.
With just a light stomp of his foot, his boots transformed into long boots gleaming with a silver metallic sheen.
The next second, the person slowly floated up.
The camera zooms in again, focusing on the metal sole of the boot that looks like it's trying to spew air out.
After a period of distorted visual fluctuations, the person suddenly accelerated and flew into the sky, leaving behind only a lone Firebolt stuck on the lawn.
The giant light screen went completely black, and a white "W" icon suddenly appeared in the very center.
This is Wayne Enterprises' registered trademark, and below it is a line of smaller print.
"—The Flying Boots are coming soon."
Percy's mouth dropped open once again.
This isn't a program at all; it's clearly a global advertisement.
Wayne Enterprises' schemes have backfired spectacularly on the wizards. Is such a simplistic and brutal approach really a good idea?
However, the Flying Boots are really cool, and judging from the final visual presentation, their speed should not be slower than that of the Firebolt.
Percy glanced at his superior next to him, then looked around at the Ministry of Magic employees.
After a brief period of discontent, everyone was clearly quite interested in the Flying Boots.
Flight has always been a dream of humankind, whether wizards or Muggle.
If there were a pair of boots that could grant dreams simply by wearing them, they would surely attract wizards who hate flying brooms.
And the lone Firebolt on the lawn at the end of the advertisement, does it mean that Flying Boots will take its place?
Percy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
This conjecture was truly terrifying; he felt that Vincent's ideas couldn't possibly be that crazy.
However, due to a recently formed habit, he still wrote down a comparison of the advantages and disadvantages of flying brooms and Flying Boots in his notebook.
The image on the giant light screen changed again, now displaying the symbols of various magical governments.
Beneath each logo is the logo of their Quidditch national team.
The horizontally arranged logos eventually settled on the teams from 27 Europe countries, followed by Transylvania and neighboring Denmark being enlarged until they occupied the entire screen.
Percy looked up, glanced at it for a moment, and guessed that it was probably the preliminary rounds.
There are a total of 27 magical governments in Europe, which means that one team will receive a bye in the first round of qualifiers.
However, the matchups were determined by a draw on the same day, meaning that until the very last day, no one knew which team would receive a bye.
Seeing that there was nothing interesting to see, he continued to doodle and write in his notebook.
Flying brooms take up too much space, while Flying Boots can be transformed into everyday long boots.
Given the same speed, I believe...
With a "whoosh," Percy's quill suddenly sliced through the notebook paper.
Then, with a "thud," something hit the left side of his face.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
Percy pushed aside the thick stack of documents covering his face and saw a chubby, large face.
He suppressed his anger and said, "I'm fine, Jorkins. Just be more careful next time."
The person who accidentally bumped into him was a plump female employee.
She was carrying a thick stack of documents, looked to be around thirty years old, dressed in an old-fashioned wizard's robe, and seemed rather clumsy.
"Okay, I'll be careful." As he turned to leave, Jorkins tossed the file to Percy once more.
This time he was prepared and dodged it by leaning back slightly.
Muggle fighting skills are still very useful. If I hadn't studied at the Owl Court Club for a few years, I probably wouldn't have been able to dodge this sudden attack.
It was just a minor incident. Percy glanced at his boss beside him and noticed that the boss quickly looked away from him.
Bertha Jorkins was notorious at the British Ministry of Magic for being clueless, speaking without thinking, and acting recklessly.
If someone can be so magnanimous towards such a terrible colleague, even the strictest boss would find no fault with them.
Percy couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.
His superior Barty Crouch, was a truly ruthless man who dared to imprison his own son in Azkaban without trial, just like Sirius Black.
In order to improve his home environment and to stop enduring the sarcasm of Malfoy and his wealthy wizards, he now had to maintain a flawless public image.