Chapter 669：

"sit down."

"Okay." Mente sat down immediately.

He looked at John sitting opposite with a look of uneasiness.

"Sir Wick, I have no contact with that person, and I am definitely not that person's party!"

He hurriedly showed his loyalty.

He and Dumbledore were not familiar with each other, and they basically had no interaction with each other.

Mentor graduated from Durmstrang, and he and Dumbledore were not from the same era.

John smiled and waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm not causing trouble for you."

"That's it." Mente breathed a sigh of relief.

He really loves the sport of Quidditch, and he himself is a retired Quidditch player.

John asked: "What do you think of Quidditch now?"

"Opinion?" Mente asked doubtfully, "Are you talking about the World Cup? This time the World Cup has been postponed because of the Saints."

"No, the World Cup still needs to be held," John said seriously, "The more it is at this time, the more important it is for all wizards to see peace."

"I'm talking about the Quidditch format."

John snapped his fingers, and a stack of parchment flew towards Mente.

"The current Quidditch format is too single. Everyone is preparing for the World Cup, but this has caused the sport to lose too much."

Mente picked up a piece of parchment and looked at it.

The above is the plan for the new competition system.

"It has been implemented in the UK for some time," John said. "During this time, many Quidditch clubs in the UK have contributed corresponding value."

"Top wizard competition, senior wizard competition, junior wizard competition?"

"Up by two and down by two?"

Mente went from being confused at the beginning to being fully focused later on.

There was excitement in his eyes.

Because he saw the glorious future of Quidditch.

Originally, because Quidditch requires a large venue and the number of people needed to form a team, this sport is usually played in schools.

Even if ordinary wizards want to play after graduation, the only way is to join a club.

But the club has very high requirements for talent, and they are training almost every day.

It is simply not something that ordinary people can participate in.

For ordinary wizards, this sport can only be addictive during competitions.

​And more often than not, you can only visit the venue in person during the World Cup.

But now this reform does not happen every day, but at least it will appear in the public eye more frequently.

The three leagues can also increase the sense of competition and crisis between clubs.

John also gave suggestions on club operations, such as selling jerseys and various peripherals to generate revenue.

Instead of taking responsibility for your own profits and losses like working behind closed doors.

It’s not friendly to the club, and it’s also not friendly to the audience.

There are also exhibition matches and friendly matches.

This made Mente dizzy.

"Genius, this is a genius idea!" Mente said excitedly.

"It's just learned from Muggles," John said calmly, "What's more, if this needs to be promoted, many venues need to be built."

Mente also calmed down. He hesitated and said, "This is difficult to do. Most of the gathering places for wizards are in Muggle cities, Mr. Wick."

Of course it is possible to use the door key, but that will cause many problems, such as the door key being used and modified.

Furthermore, the one-time transmission of door keys has limitations and is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

"It seems Metaxas doesn't care about Silverhand." John looked at him with a half-smile.

Mentor was a little embarrassed. He was more concerned about Quidditch.

John waved his hand and turned the plan to the third to last page.

A door appears above.

"This is a teleportation gate that has been adopted by Silver Hand Amusement Park," John said. "This is a stable teleportation that fixes the spatial coordinates in it as long as the energy above is maintained."

John snapped his fingers, and the door on the parchment floated out.

Mente noticed that there were nine crystal-like crystals on the door.

The crystal emits purple light, and a cut-out transmission channel appears in the middle of the door.

" Regarding the use and maintenance of magic crystals, I suggest you read the last two pages."

Mente was stunned, "This will solve the problem of venue and transmission."

With this door, they don’t need to build the site in the city, and can completely move it to a remote place.

It can be said that this plan is just short of being implemented.

This is a reform of Quidditch, changing the previous competition model and dividing levels.

Just like the concept implemented by the second king.

Strength is supreme.

The strong come up, the weak go down.

John looked at Mente and said with a calm smile: "The Quidditch League can stabilize the anxious mood of wizards."

"We need to restore their faith," John snapped his fingers, making the door disappear. "Their fear of Muggles, their fear of saints."

"We want them to know that Muggles are not as scary as they think."

"And the saints..." John said contemptuously, "They are just a group of thugs in the name of purification, and they are nothing to be afraid of."

Mente trembled inwardly.

The contempt John showed towards the saints reminds people of his past attitude towards Death Eaters.

Yes, nothing to be afraid of.

Because of me, the second king of the wizarding world, John Wick.

You can continue to have fun and watch football games.

Because of me.

The second king conquers everything he sees, including the human heart.

Mente returned home in a daze.

He sat on the sofa, and his son ran over excitedly.

"Father, have you seen Mr. Wick?"

His son, Kalon Metaxas.

A student who graduated from Durmstrang, but he is a fanatical supporter of the Second King.

What made him more proud than winning the Quidditch championship at Durmstrang was his father's meeting with the Second King.

Ka Rong said excitedly: "What kind of person is he?"

Mente exhaled heavily, looked at his son, and said, "He showed me what it means to be a king."

Mente admitted that he had a feeling of wanting to surrender at his feet.

"No wonder you say he is a born king, Ludwig." Mente sighed with emotion.

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Chapter 683 The greater the crisis, the more entertainment

Diagon Alley.

The front door of Gringotts was crowded, but Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, not far from them, was bustling with activity.

"Come and support the Appleby Arrows!" George shouted, holding a light blue Quidditch No. 6 jersey with a Silver Arrow logo in his hand.

"Appleby Arrows vs. Balicas Bats!" Fred waved a flag with a red bat on a black background.

"Come and support your team!"

Two people set up two stalls, one black and one blue.

They were surrounded by people, and the jerseys on the stall disappeared one by one.

The hot scene makes it impossible to imagine that there is a threat from the saints outside.

The two brothers simply handed over the job of selling clothes to the graduates they found from the school.

Seamus is here, and his whole body is about to be squeezed into a meat pie.

A fat man knocked him to the ground and almost caused him to be trampled by the crowd.

"George, do you know what this feels like?" Fred took the magic cards that were waiting for food and swiped them against the machine inlaid with purple crystals.

"Of course." George swiped the card at the machine with one hand in each hand.

The two men looked at each other and smiled, saying in unison: "The goose that lays golden eggs."

The number of people showed no intention of decreasing. Ron was at another window, hurriedly taking out tickets one by one.

"OMG."

He has no mind to think about anything else now. There are only countless magic cards stuffed in front of him as if they can't wait to give him money.

He was accidentally hit in the face by a card. Before he could even get angry, he was stunned by the string of numbers.

The wizards who bought the tickets went through the portal one by one.

Beyond the door, the world-class Quidditch pitch at Silverhand Amusement Park was filled with cheers.

"Welcome to the top wizarding league. I am today's guest commentator, Ludo Bagman, Director of the Department of Magical Sports."

"And me, Ernie MacMillan."

There is a circular commentary room on the Quidditch pitch, and two people are responsible for commentary inside.

Ernie MacMillan was influenced by Quidditch in school and chose to become a Quidditch commentator after graduation.

Ludo Bagman served as a special guest and the commentator incidentally hosted the game.

"The first referee we saw entering the stadium was the famous former Falmouth Falcons star and Seeker Russell Drew."

"You have absolutely no idea how sharp Russell Drew's eyesight is. He has the eyes of an eagle. During my time in service, we privately named him Black Falcon. This old guy's eyesight is so good that he doesn't make any small moves. You can hide it from him."

"Oh, my God, you old man, I was complimenting you!"

The wizard who was responsible for projecting the players onto the big screen cooperated and projected Russell Drew on it.

Russell Drew was cursing, probably greeting Bagman's relatives.

The two people were yelling at each other from a distance, but Ernie stopped Bagman who was about to run away.

"The teams came out, and the first one to appear was the Appleby Arrows. Their usual tactic is the seeker kill tactic, and their seeker Rob Marshall is the star player."

Ernie did a great job and accurately stated the opponent's strengths.

Rob Marshall quickly appeared on the Firebolt waving his arms.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, the audience burst into cheers, and then spontaneously organized a wave of adults in the auditorium on the left.

"The Balicas Bats came out and their captain was Joachim Rons, a chaser with agility and the highest scoring chaser in the league so far."

Many bats flew out of the black on the other side, and then the Balikas bat team flew out in a wing-shaped formation.