Bagman squinted at the Goblin Fedi standing in front of him.
The patterns on that magnificent, golden armor seemed to possess a special magical power, as if it could allow the wearer to pass through magical barriers smoothly.
"Ferdi, our cooperation is over. Go back and tell Taber for me."
Bagman walked past Fede, but it reached out and blocked his way.
"Ludo, do you think you can just decide to cooperate with the Goblins Hall and terminate the cooperation whenever you want?"
"Oh?" Bagman's eyes held a hint of disdain. "I should remind you, this is the Ministry of Magic's territory."
Ferdi replied with equal disdain, "What's so great about a place where Death Eaters can come and go freely?"
Although it was looking up, its bulging eyes were imposing and intimidating. "Our influence spans the globe. What is a British Ministry of Magic compared to that?"
Bagman burst into laughter, as if he had heard a very funny joke.
Ferdi's expression instantly turned cold. "Is it funny? Ludo, I advise you to quickly realize your place, lest you end up—"
"What are you trying to avoid?" Bagman swiftly drew his wand, pointing it at its long, pointed nose protruding from its helmet. "A bunch of lowly creatures dare to threaten me?"
Ferdi stared into his eyes in horror.
There seemed to be a ferocious beast lurking there, ready to break free of its cage and pounce on it at any moment.
"Ludo... you..."
"Get out of here." Bagman put away his wand. "I'll personally speak with your curator in a few days."
Ferdi stared blankly at his retreating figure as he walked further and further away, as if he had been successfully intimidated.
"We'll be completely free in a few days, then we definitely need to find a bar to relax properly."
"You guys are doing alright, but I haven't had a vacation in almost half a year."
The voices grew closer, and Ferdi calmly placed his hand on his breastplate.
The exquisite patterns shimmered with a silvery luster, gradually disappearing into the air.
After the Ministry of Magic staff had passed by, the quiet corridor was suddenly filled with a series of "tap tap tap" sounds.
The armor on Ferdi not only seemed to allow it to pass through the magical barrier, but it also had a function similar to Invisibility Cloak.
August 30th, evening.
With more than two hours to go before the final match, the entire stadium was already packed.
In the VIP box, Fudge was entertaining the heads of magical governments from various countries who had traveled from afar.
Minister Oubransdeng of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic was particularly conspicuous today, wearing an extremely luxurious black robe embroidered with gold thread.
Unlike his flamboyant display, the Irish Minister of Magic was remarkably low-key, exchanging a few pleasantries with everyone before quietly taking his seat in the front row.
Vincent and Sirius Black were present, of course, and even Harry was invited.
"Minister Oubransdeng, let me introduce you. This is Harry Potter, and sitting next to him is his godfather, Sirius Black Black."
Sirius Black and Harry were sitting peacefully in the corner when Fudge, as if showing off, brought over the Bulgaria Minister for Magic.
"Hello." Oubransdeng's English was a little stiff.
Harry responded with particular nervousness, "Hello, Minister Oubransdeng."
Sirius Black put aside his nonchalant attitude and greeted everyone politely.
Fudge smiled broadly. "Minister Oubransdeng, Sirius Black is a pillar of our British Wizarding World, Harry needs no introduction. He and Vincent are both our future."
They really are here to show off.
After exchanging pleasantries for more than ten minutes, Fudge finally left with Oubransdeng.
Harry breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling very uncomfortable in this situation.
Sirius Black smiled and shook his head. "Harry, if you don't like this kind of setting, we can go back to our own box."
"Um... is it really okay?"
"Why not?" Sirius Black nodded toward Fudge, who was introducing the Malfoy family to Oubransdeng.
"I think you've already figured it out. This place is full of hypocrisy. You don't need to care about what others think of you. Just do what you want to do."
Harry looked conflicted. "But Vincent..."
Sirius Black glanced at Vincent, who was surrounded like a mascot, and said, "He's practically the living advertisement of the British Wizarding World now. You don't want to experience this feeling of being unable to control your own destiny, do you?"
Harry imagined it for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly. "The price of becoming a hero is too high."
Sirius Black shrugged. "That's what happens when you become too famous. But it's actually good that Vincent is being promoted as a mascot by Fudge. At least Wayne Enterprises will definitely have a smooth future."
According to Muggle business thinking, a large multinational corporation with monopolistic characteristics is destined to have an influence no less than that of a government.
Whether it will work in the Wizarding World depends on how much Vincent himself can grow.
At 7:30, Vincent returned home, exhausted, having finished his social engagement.
As soon as he sat down, Sirius Black joked, "Mr. Wayne, it seems your seat is in the front row."
Vincent rubbed his aching face. "I'll go crazy if I keep hanging out with those old folks."
Sirius Black patted him on the shoulder lightly, "There's a celebration banquet after the competition. Keep it up, young man."
Vincent slumped into his chair, both amused and exasperated. "Sigh... I really have a tough life..."
Sirius Black was speechless.
He strongly suspected Vincent was bluffing, but he had no proof.
Becoming famous is indeed a good thing, but becoming too famous is not necessarily a good thing.
They are prone to arrogance and complacency, easily attract jealousy, their every word and action is monitored, and their private lives become a mess...
Vincent's ability to remain largely unaffected is already quite impressive; even someone like Dumbledore, would likely be comparable.
At 8 p. m., the Magical Projection inside and outside the stadium stopped playing advertisements.
Giant light screens once again led fans on a journey through the history of Quidditch.
This time, the ending didn't feature any footage of Flying Boots; instead, it showed highlights from the World Cup.
From the preliminary rounds in Italy to the qualifying rounds in France, and now to the finals in the Britain.
The attack that occurred midway was glossed over, and then the grand spectacle of the present moment was presented.
The stadium, which can hold 100,000 people, is divided into two sections: the right side is bright red and the left side is dark green.
The stadium was packed with people, and then the scene switched to the main players of tonight's match, the Bulgaria team and the Irish National Team.
"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"
Thunderous cheers and applause immediately resounded throughout the stadium, and countless bright red or dark green flags were waved by the fans.