This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Compared to the situation of the game, Vincent is more concerned about the global broadcast situation.

Although delays and freezes are inevitable, the biggest fear is equipment failure.

He concentrated on the small interfaces projected by the magic communicator in front of him. These were the detailed operations of magic base stations set up around the world.

Merlin will never treat every hard-working wizard badly.

At 1:47 in the morning, the Seeker of the Transylvanian team successfully caught the Golden Snitch and finally won the game with a score of 350:90.

But Vincent still didn't relax at all.

The night sky of the stadium was illuminated by sky-blue magic fireworks, and all the members of the Transylvani team appeared on a long circular light screen.

After the award ceremony, Vincent turned off the magic communicator.

He pinched his eyebrows and let out a long sigh of relief.

Like countless previous test results, the performance of the Magic Base Station is excellent and its operation is very stable.

A staff member from the Italian Ministry of Magic came over and said, "Mr. Wayne, leave the rest of the replay to us. You haven't had a break for almost 50 hours."

Vincent nodded, "Then I'll trouble you."

He raised the magic communicator on his wrist, "If there are any problems with the replay, you must notify me in time."

The staff member seemed to have seen something, but he quickly raised his wrist, revealing a magic communicator customized by the Italian Ministry of Magic. "Of course, Mr. Wayne, you can go back and rest."

As soon as Vincent picked up the double snake staff disguised as a cane, a pair of small hands stretched out from behind to cover his eyes.

"Guess who I am?"

"Hmm - the future Mrs. Wayne?"

Hermione pouted and let go, "Why are you as annoying as Daphne?"

Vincent turned to look at her, "What, she called you that recently too?"

Hermione shook her head, "She probably won't be able to now."

"Then it will happen again in the future?"

Her pouting little mouth became even more bulging.

Vincent gently poked her bulging little face, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

He held her little hand and said, "Let's go, while it's still early, let's go get something to eat."

Hermione stopped pouting, "Aren't there games between Asia and South America tomorrow? Why don't you go over there and keep an eye on them?"

"I won't go. The stability of the magic base station is higher than I expected. It's not too late to go there when something goes wrong."

I have been tense for so long, and I really need to relax.

Hermione held his big hand and pulled him towards the special exit for the staff.

Her tone was particularly strong, "What you need most now is to have a good rest. We can wait until you wake up to do anything else."

Vincent let her lead him forward, "What if I can't sleep?"

"I'll help you."

He shuddered subconsciously, thinking of some unpleasant images.

It shouldn't be enough to knock him out, but the Living Hell Decoction probably won't make him escape.

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After Vincent fell asleep obediently, he opened his eyes and saw Hermione lying next to his pillow.

Just now she had to see him sleeping before leaving, but she didn't expect that she would fall asleep too.

Vincent carefully twirled a strand of her long hair and lightly scratched the bridge of her nose.

"Don't make trouble... Crookshanks..."

He playfully continued to tickle her nose with her hair.

"Stop it..." She waved her hand to drive away the non-existent Crookshanks in the air.

When she put her little hand down, Vincent came closer again.

He was about to continue when Hermione suddenly opened her eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Vincent quickly put down her hair and said, "Good morning."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then she sat up with a blush as if remembering something.

I fell asleep accidentally!

And he wakes up later than him!

Her expression quickly returned to normal, and she gently brushed her long, somewhat scattered hair around her face as if nothing was wrong, "Good morning."

Vincent suppressed a smile, "Would you like to have breakfast together downstairs?"

"Ah...um...ok."

Hermione didn't dare to meet his teasing eyes and stood up slightly embarrassed, "I...I'll go back and change my clothes first."

The more adaptable people are, the easier it is for them to take control of their lives.

Vincent and Hermione were undoubtedly the best among them, and neither of them mentioned what happened just now during breakfast.

But this does not mean that the two have forgotten the matter, it will always be brought up again at an appropriate time.

For example, that night, after the match between the German team and the Polish team.

Seeing that it was still early, Hermione took the initiative to ask Vincent to go shopping in the city.

"Are you sure? It seems that someone needs rest more than me."

She angrily took his big hand and walked toward the exit, "Last night was just an accident. I usually wouldn't be so careless."

"Really?" Vincent walked quickly to her side, "Then you should be more careful next time. If you meet a bad person, you will be in danger."

Hermione stopped and looked into his eyes shyly, "I will pay attention, but I believe you are not a bad person, otherwise I would not fall asleep."

Vincent felt warm in his heart and tightened her little hand, "Thank you for your trust."

Then he smiled meaningfully, "But if there is a next time, I will definitely not just scratch your nose with my hair."

Hermione bit her lip lightly, "It's up to you. Anyway, I'm asleep and can't resist."

Vincent lowered his head and leaned toward her ear, "What about when you're awake?"

Her voice was extremely soft, "It depends on what you want to do to me..."

He heard it, but he didn't say anything, he just tightened her little hand again.

Without too many words, both of them can understand each other's feelings.

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At the same time, the British Ministry of Magic

Seventh floor, Department of Magical Sports and Sports.

The newly promoted director Ludo Bagman, who had just watched the game, returned to the office immediately and happily searched for documents related to the Quidditch World Cup.

^.^，

As a former top international batsman, he has a strong physique and does not have any bad habits. He just likes to gamble on everything.

Through tonight's Asian and South American competitions, he discovered that when the magic base station transmits magic signals that are too far away, there will inevitably be a slight delay.

Then, here comes the opportunity to make big money.

With the power in his hands, as long as he slightly manipulates the magic base station during the finals, the wizards watching the broadcast will know the situation of the game later at any time.

Odds are manipulated in real time through these time differences, allowing bettors with unequal information to place incorrect bets.

As long as you operate it properly, you can even make a lot of money, let alone the goblins' debts.

However, when Bagman finally found a document bag with a white "W" logo, he found that it was empty.

He was stunned, with disbelief written all over his face.

Wayne Enterprises shouldn't be so careless, so who is?

A big chubby face suddenly appeared in his mind.

If I remember correctly, this document on the precautions for maintaining the magic base station was sent by his subordinate Bertha Jorkins before leaving get off work today.

So……

The corners of Bagman's mouth twitched fiercely.

Even though this brainless daredevil is usually a bit forgetful, he didn't pay enough attention to such an extremely critical matter.

Although he could ask Wayne Enterprises for another document, if Jorkins lost it again, no matter how shameless he was, he would be embarrassed to ask for it a third time.

"By the way, she seemed to have said recently that she wanted to apply for leave to visit relatives somewhere..."

approve! Must be approved! And it was approved immediately!

Bagman excitedly picked up a piece of parchment.

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