Compared to Vincent, Kenny really does seem like a child who hasn't grown up.
While driving, Rinne couldn't understand why she had ever fallen for Kenny.
Was it because of youthful ignorance? Or because of blindness?
No, it's because there's no comparison.
Vincent is too outstanding. Even without considering the four years added by the Time-Turner, there are few young wizards in the current Wizarding World who can compare with him.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald in their youth were probably no better than this.
When Vincent truly begins to show his fangs, who can restrain him?
The corrupt British Ministry of Magic?
The elderly Dumbledore?
International Confederation of Wizards?
Rinne's lips curled up slightly as she unconsciously increased the throttle.
She was somewhat envious of Hermione, but mostly felt fortunate.
On that day, she will also muster the courage to break free from the shackles that the Shingu Family has been trying to bind her at all times.
The burgundy GT-R sped along the highway, chasing after the black Bugatti sports car in front of it.
July 7,
7 p. m.
The Colosseum.
The highly anticipated Quidditch World Cup Europe qualifiers will officially begin in three hours, and it's time for the spectators to enter the stadium.
Wizards from all over the world arrived around the competition venue using Portkey or Apparition, and within just ten minutes, hundreds or even thousands of wizards were already standing there.
Some of them went directly into the Colosseum, while others set up tents on the spot that had been enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm.
As the host, Scipio, dressed in a magnificent court robe, was warmly welcoming the distinguished guests who had traveled from afar.
Among them were many well-known wizards, and even several heads of magical governments from various countries.
Astrid from the Greek Ministry of Magic arrived very early.
She was wearing a red coat, her makeup was exquisite, and she looked particularly energetic.
"Welcome, Minister Astrid." The enthusiastic Scipio stepped forward and gave her a big hug.
The two chatted like long-lost friends.
A moment later, a hearty laugh rang out.
Obransk of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, dressed in a rather unassuming grey robe, walked slowly toward the two men, followed by two tall, sturdy Auror.
Astrid felt a chill. "Minister Scipio, I won't disturb your reception work any longer."
She hurried into the Colosseum as if fleeing.
Scipio shook his head with a wry smile, but his face quickly returned to a bright smile.
He opened his arms and walked toward the person she disliked. "Minister Obransk, welcome, welcome."
After another big hug, as usual, we had another casual chat.
Perhaps the topic was a bit boring, because Scipio kept glancing around, seemingly expecting someone to appear.
As soon as a black and white vortex appeared in the distance, he turned to Obransk with a regretful expression and said, "Excuse me, I must take my leave."
Russell from the French Ministry of Magic had barely steadied himself when he saw him striding towards him.
"Secretary Russell, you've finally arrived!"
Scipio blinked his big eyes, as if hinting at something.
Russell glanced at Obransk behind him, who was smiling at him, and his lips twitched slightly.
"I apologize, Minister Scipio, for keeping you waiting."
"No, you've arrived just in time."
The two exchanged a few meaningless words until Obransk headed towards the Colosseum.
Russell breathed a sigh of relief. "Minister Scipio, that show-off is gone."
Scipio breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "Good heavens, if you hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid I would have already given that sassy big face a good punch."
Russell looked on with curiosity. "What is he showing off this time?"
"Who else could it be?" Scipio rubbed his stiff cheeks. "It's their team's precious darling."
"The Seeker's been getting a lot of buzz these past two years?"
"Yes, that's him, I think his name is Viktor Krum."
The Bulgarian National Team is a favorite to win the championship this year, and their Seeker, Viktor Krum, is a particularly strong contender.
Although tonight's match is Transylvania vs. Denmark, many of the wizards present carried small flags that are white, green, and red, matching the colors of the Bulgaria flag in the Muggle world.
Russell gently comforted him, "Minister Scipio, that show-off can't stay here until the end of the qualifiers. Just bear with him for a few more days."
Scipio forced a smile. "By the time their Bulgarian National Team qualifies, the qualifiers will almost be over, won't they?"
Russell patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, saying, "The semifinals are being held in France. You have no idea how much I want them to be eliminated here."
The two of them sighed with worried expressions.
"By the way, Minister Scipio, is Mr. Wayne inside?"
"Yes, but he's probably setting up the equipment."
Russell took his leave.
Shortly after he left, Germany Minister Belge arrived.
Scipio immediately went to greet him.
As time passed, Britain Minister Fudge arrived.
Upon seeing Umbridge accompanying him, Scipio felt distressed again.
Compared to her, Obransk is undoubtedly much more pleasing to the eye.
You're already so old, please don't dress up like a little girl in pink and cutesy clothes, okay?
And can't you speak properly? Doesn't it hurt to strain your voice like that?
After the delegation from the British Ministry of Magic entered, Scipio breathed a long sigh of relief.
He then raised the custom-made Magical Communicator on his wrist to check the time.
It's almost 9 o'clock, and most of the political figures from various Europe countries should have arrived by now.
He looked at the densely packed tents outside the stadium and roughly estimated the number to be around ten thousand.
After waiting a few more minutes, seeing that it was almost time, he walked into the Colosseum with a smile.
He sat down in the VIP section at the top of the stands, looking expectantly down at the performance area on the ground below.
Vincent, dressed in a suit, is giving the Magical Projection a final check.
He gestured to the Italian Ministry of Magic staff on the distant stands, and after they flew up on broomsticks to their designated broadcast positions, he raised his wrist to activate the Magical Communicator he was wearing.
Spectators were still arriving, with one hour remaining before the match began.
To ensure that no unexpected problems arise, actual testing is essential.
Moreover, to keep the audience from getting bored, it's also necessary to have some "entertainment" to warm up the atmosphere.
Vincent opened the video file that had been sent to the Magical Projection in advance.
In an instant, more than a dozen beams of light lit up the top of the circular stands of the Colosseum. They expanded in a fan shape until they formed a huge circular light curtain covering an area of nearly half a kilometer.
At the same time, the Magical Projection placed in the Wizarding World around the world were also lit up simultaneously.
The wizards, who were just a second ago speculating about the broadcast's impact, were now stunned.
The giant light screen displayed an extremely clear image, making the magnificent Colosseum seem to be right in front of you.