As the World Cup final drew near, more and more wizards arrived in Britain, and the British Ministry of Magic finally became a little more efficient.
Including the fans who had arrived early, Dartmoor had already gathered over two hundred thousand wizards. That number was expected to easily surpass three hundred thousand on the day of the final.
To maintain order at the venue, the Ministry of Magic once again formed a dedicated Special Squad.
Tonks, who had gone nearly three months without a day off, was "honored" to become a member once again.
She looked at the dense sea of tents outside the stadium, and her hair suddenly turned red.
"Kingsley, you bastard!"
Cursing under her breath, she turned and headed back into the stadium, her crimson hair becoming even brighter.
Wales, also a member of the Special Squad, approached and handed her a small crystal ball.
"Tonks, we need to inspect the entire stadium today. You're responsible for the lawn over here."
"Huh?" Tonks clenched her fists. "You're kidding, right? This place is at least fifty acres. Do you know how long that'll take?"
Wales looked as though he had swallowed a fly.
He shoved the detection crystal ball into Tonks's arms. "Don't complain to me. If you want to blame someone, blame Wayne Enterprises. They applied to the Ministry for today's inspection."
She hugged the crystal ball. "Then they must have a reason!"
Wales tugged at the corner of his mouth. "They said a considerable number of the Magical Projections installed in the stadium are prone to malfunction. If there's any trace of Dark Magic nearby, it could seriously interfere with signal transmission between them and the Magical Base Stations."
That was it?
They were a major multinational company. How could they have the nerve to trouble