Used to it, this is Wizet's opening style

"Mr. Lovegood?" Magnus Gustavsson's eyes widened. "Merlin's flowery underpants! How could he be playing?"

"Could it be that..." The wizard beside him seemed to think of something. "The Wizet Lovegood you kept talking about after returning from the Animagus International Symposium?"

"Yes!" Magnus Gustavsson nodded repeatedly. "That Mr. Lovegood!"

He stopped paying attention to the wizard beside him, tore off his Bulgaria souvenir hat, and threw himself wholeheartedly into the match, cheering for Wizet at the top of his lungs.

"Wizet..." Sophie Cleona, an editor at Transfiguration Today who had met Wizet a few times, sounded astonished. "It's actually him?"

A witch beside her asked in confusion, "Wizet Lovegood? Didn't you say he was a Transfiguration prodigy?"

Sophie Cleona shrugged helplessly. "Yes... I never thought he'd still have time to play Quidditch... Does this count as balancing work and rest?"

"Balancing work and rest at the Quidditch World Cup?" The witch beside her abruptly changed her tune, her expression lighting up. "That's right!"

"Now that you mention it... Wizet is representing England! England finally has some presence in this match! We have to cheer for him!"

Those who knew Wizet were naturally willing to cheer him on.

However, quite a few spectators supported the North American National Team, and when they heard Ludo Bagman announce the name "Lovegood," they immediately felt uneasy.

They knew that there were two reserve players on the roster: one named Jamieson Hudson, the other Wizet Lovegood.

In the earlier matches, Jamieson Hudson had at least appeared at press conferences, while Wizet Lovegood had never shown himself.

Now that Wizet had appeared on the pitch, and they saw such a young face, their unease only intensified.

Such a young reserve player, one without even any experience playing professional matches—was he really suited to take