Ludovic Bagman, Who Only Knows Quidditch

"Young Mr. Lovegood is warming up?" At Luna's words, even Narcissa, who had maintained her composure throughout, showed a shift in her tone.

She leaned forward slightly and asked tentatively, "Does he intend to take the field for the North American National Team? Is that right?"

"Yes!" Luna nodded. "Because of some unexpected changes, Wizet will be playing as a Chaser."

"Then this is certainly a match worth looking forward to!" Narcissa replied, returning to her previous calm demeanor as she sat upright on the gilded chair with perfect posture.

Although her expression had settled, her thoughts were in turmoil. She also keenly realized just how important it had been to persuade Lucius to support Wizet last year.

Whether or not Wizet intended to accomplish anything, as long as the Malfoy family kept pace with him, they would benefit.

From Narcissa's perspective, Wizet was like an invisible vortex. Even without taking any action, he could draw the forces around him together into a power that could not be ignored.

In fact, the Malfoy family had already gained something.

The Trelitops Family becoming a new supplier also signified something: the Malfoy family had broken free of its restraints and no longer needed to endure England's constraints.

It was simply that Narcissa had not expected Wizet to achieve so much in so many different fields...

As one of the few sports welcomed by most wizards, Quidditch carried many meanings. The most obvious was that it made one more likely to gain popularity.

This World Cup was especially unusual. The highly favored Irish team had already been eliminated, and if a wizard from England could take part in the Quidditch World Cup final...

Narcissa remembered Draco saying that Wizet possessed exceptional Quidditch talent.

But as long as he delivered an eye-catching performance on