The Heavyweights Arrive

Compared to Vincent, Kenny really did seem like an immature child.

As Rinne drove, she kept wondering why she had fallen for a guy like Kenny in the first place.

Was it because she had been young and ignorant? Or because she had been blind?

No, it was because she had nothing to compare him to.

Vincent was too outstanding. Even without counting the four extra years granted by the Time-Turner, there were only a handful of young wizards in the Wizarding World who could compare to him.

Even Dumbledore and Grindelwald in their youth were probably no better than this.

Once Vincent truly began to bare his fangs, who could possibly keep him in check?

The decaying British Ministry of Magic?

The aging Dumbledore?

The International Confederation of Wizards?

The corners of Rinne's lips lifted slightly as she unconsciously pressed harder on the accelerator.

She envied Hermione somewhat, but more than that, she felt fortunate.

When that day came, she too would gather the courage to break free of the shackles the Shingu Family constantly sought to place upon her.

The wine-red GT-R sped down the highway, chasing the black Bugatti coupe ahead.

July 7.

7 p.m.

The Colosseum.

The highly anticipated European qualifiers for the Quidditch World Cup would officially begin in three hours, and it was now time for the spectators to enter.

Wizards from all over the world arrived near the venue by Portkey or Apparition. Within just ten minutes, hundreds upon hundreds of wizards had gathered there.

Some went straight into the Colosseum, while others set up tents on the spot, expanded with the Undetectable Extension Charm.

As the host, Scipio wore a magnificent court robe as he warmly received the distinguished guests who had traveled from afar.

There were no shortage of