This Quidditch World Cup was full of things to look forward to.
At least, that was true for the people of Britain.
Even though their Ministry of Magic had nearly been taken out by Voldemort and Soren just a few months ago,
they could put those troubling matters aside for the time being on a day of celebration like this.
Nothing mattered more than watching the match!
July 5, 8:00 p.m.
"Sweet peanuts, crackling honey toffees, Pumpkin Juice!"
"Want an England Representative Team badge? It flashes and even plays the England Team anthem automatically!"
"'Klein Grindelwald' figurines, finely crafted—only three Sickles each!"
With several hours left before the match began, fans and all sorts of vendors had already crowded outside the England Quidditch Representative Team's headquarters.
Among them, the vendors dressed in matching uniforms embroidered with the "Skeleton and Rose" insignia stood out the most. They had monopolized nearly ninety percent of the business.
"I want to join 'Death Blossom' someday. Just look at them—no other business can compete with them now."
"But Dad won't agree. He always says Soren is dangerous. What happened at the Ministry of Magic last time scared him badly."
"Maybe Mum would support us. Whenever Heaven Street has a sale or a special promotion, she praises Soren and says he's actually a really good person."
Threading their way through the crowd, George and Fred exchanged glances. Both saw the hopes for the future in the other's eyes.
They would be graduating from Hogwarts soon.
After graduation, they planned to open a shop that sold nothing but joke goods.
They were worried about where to get the startup money.
But they had heard that Mr. Caractacus, the head of "Death Blossom," was a gentleman with a discerning eye. As long as their idea was good enough,