This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The movie ended at 1 hour and 47 minutes. Scipio and Mustafa were still staring at the scrolling credits on the giant screen, as if they were reminiscing about the wonderful scenes in the movie.

When the last scrolling subtitle disappeared and the giant screen returned to its original pure white color, both of them applauded in unison.

The staff of the Italian Ministry of Magic in the Colosseum also applauded.

The nearly two-hour viewing experience will undoubtedly be unforgettable for them, and this is enough to illustrate the true effect of magic projection.

There are ways to display huge images in the magic world, but none of them can compare with the clarity and smoothness of magic projection.

Mustafa turned to face Vincent and held his hands with excitement, "Mr. Wayne, with the broadcast of magic projection, I believe that this year's World Cup will be the most exciting one in history!"

Wizards who are unable to attend the event in person can watch the event immersively through the broadcast, and the game site can also have a more shocking visual performance.

Vincent was no longer modest, "Mr. President, I also believe that this year's World Cup will be the safest in history."

Veteran fans may not all be attracted by the novelty of magical projections, but it does greatly reduce the possibility of conflict.

Mustafa couldn't agree more with this statement.

He patted Vincent's palm affectionately, "Mr. Wayne, I heard that your progress in the Middle East is not going very well?"

"A little bit, but I'm sure good news will come soon."

Mustafa nodded, "I still have some influence over there, and they will give me some face."

He was an Egyptian wizard, and Egypt happened to be in the Middle East.

Vincent beamed with joy, "Mr. Chairman, thank you very much for your help. We will definitely complete the laying of the magic base station and magic projection as quickly as possible."

Mustafa smiled kindly, "Mr. Wayne, I should thank you for your help with Quidditch. The broadcast of the event will definitely make more wizards fall in love with this sport."

"No, I have to thank Mr. Chairman for giving us the opportunity to broadcast."

"Mr. Wayne, that's because your invention is so great. I can already imagine a future where wizards can watch games at home."

Scipio was quite speechless as he listened to the two men complimenting each other.

He quickly hugged their shoulders enthusiastically, "Mr. Chairman, Mr. Wayne, my stomach is already growling with hunger. Let's go down and have dinner quickly."

Vincent and Mustafa smiled at each other.

The three of them came to the flat performance area below. A long table had been set up next to the magic projection that was half a person tall.

The Italian Ministry of Magic staff dispatched to the Colosseum have already taken their seats.

The three of them sat down, and Scipio, who was in charge, raised the wine glass in front of him and said, "Buon appetito!"

While drinking and drinking, everyone at the long table, regardless of position, status, or age, had joyful smiles on their faces.

This kind of equal treatment atmosphere was so good that as guests, Vincent and Mustafa could not remember how many glasses of wine they drank in total.

After getting drunk, Scipio, who was in charge, even took the lead in dancing a traditional tarantella dance from southern Italy.

Infected by the atmosphere, everyone jumped up.

Vincent and Mustafa are no exception.

The dinner lasted until early morning.

If most Italians hadn't strictly controlled their drinking, I believe it wouldn't have really ended at dawn.

Vincent returned to the hotel room and lay down to rest.

Italians are so welcoming. Next time you dine with them, you must prepare hangover potions in advance.

After Meimei had a good night's sleep, he got up and saw the honey water on the bedside table that had thermal insulation magic.

Under the cup was a note written by Hermione.

Vincent took a sip of honey water first, and then picked up the note.

The Middle East has agreed to cooperate with Wayne Enterprises, and Linyin officially signed the magic contract this morning.

He glanced at the clock on the wall of the room and found that he actually slept until noon.

It's all Scipio's fault. No matter how low the alcohol content of the wine is, you can't drink it one glass after another.

However, Mustafa's work efficiency is still worth learning from the British Ministry of Magic. He originally thought that the Middle East would not be solved until tomorrow at the earliest.

Now that the magical governments around the world have reached an agreement, the boys will all arrive in a few days, and they can wait for the official start of the qualifiers in each major competition area.

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July 4, 10 a.m.

Modena Bologna Airport, Italy,

After a passenger plane landed from New York, the United States, a young couple in couple's costumes slowly walked out of the airport hand in hand and dragging their suitcases.

The summer sun was a bit fierce, so the two of them put on sunglasses as they were prepared.

Parked outside the airport was a particularly eye-catching burgundy GT-R, and parked next to it was an even more eye-catching royal blue Bugatti EB110.

Maybe he saw the two of them. The doors of two sports cars in the distance opened, and a girl in cool clothes and a boy in a suit got out of the car respectively.

"Jenny! This way!"

The girl in the young couple let go of her hands and strode towards the burgundy GT-R.

Her boyfriend looked unhappy, but he walked over quickly dragging his luggage.

It's useless no matter how jealous he is, because his girlfriend is such a lively and cheerful girl with no scheming and carefree personality.

By the time he could barely smile, his girlfriend who was running in front had already jumped on the girl in cool clothes.

"Rinyin, I miss you so much!"

"Jennifer, can you come down first?"

The young couple who came from afar were Kenny and Jennifer.

They had graduated from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and when they came to Italy to watch the Quidditch World Cup qualifiers, they not only wanted to have a good graduation trip, but also wanted to visit friends they hadn't seen for a long time.

Jennifer didn't hold her for too long and quickly got off Linyin.

She glanced at the boy standing in front of the sapphire blue Bugatti, smiled evilly and gave Rinyin a light elbow.

"It's not bad. I haven't seen you for more than a year, but I have found a boyfriend."

Linyin rolled his eyes at her, "He is not my boyfriend. You should take a closer look at who he is."

Jennifer shook her head disapprovingly, "What's the point of not admitting it? No matter how much you hide it, it will be exposed sooner or later."

She turned to look at the boy in the suit, feeling that he looked familiar.

"Well..." She had to get very close and look very carefully.

Kenny's face turned green when he saw this scene from a distance.

As the jealous king of Ilvermorny, how could he allow his girlfriend to be so close to a strange man.

He sped over and hurried over, his eyes fixed on the blond bastard's face.

Huh? Looks familiar?

You can’t do this even if you know each other!

When Kenny's anger level reached its peak, Jennifer screamed violently.

"Wayne!? Are you Wayne!?"

Vincent nodded slightly towards her, "It's me, I'm sure it's true."

When Kenny heard this, the anger he had accumulated in his stomach suddenly disappeared without a trace.

This bastard hadn't seen him for more than a year. How could he grow up so fast and become taller and stronger than him?

I couldn't beat it before, and I can't beat it even more now.

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