Midnight just passed, dawn had not yet arrived, the moon and stars were still hanging in the sky, and a faint gray-green appeared on the sea level in the distance. It was early morning, and it was the time when people were sleeping the most. Harry rode on a broom, blowing the cold sea breeze, and previewing the action plan in his heart over and over again.

Today is the day to close the net, and the last batch of mercenaries mixed into the island with tourists.

The huge floating island was dismantled one by one in his mind, replaced by a dense transportation map: thousands of flying road outlets, more than two hundred knight buses, tens of thousands of low-altitude sightseeing brooms, and less popular flying carpets and other magic transportation tools...

There are also phantom movement strongholds.

The management agency of the floating island has relatively sound regulations on the movement of wizards on the island. Generally, only external defense is retained, that is, outsiders are prohibited from smuggling directly to the island. In turn, wizards are not allowed to leave at will, but there are no restrictions on the inside. During the World Cup, it is much stricter, and a series of prohibited areas are announced in advance. Except for a few places - such as stadiums and surroundings that can accommodate 500,000 spectators, and strongholds controlled by Aurors, wizards are strictly prohibited from moving around in other areas.

The latter - the Auror stronghold - is one of the secrets for the floating island to deal with most emergencies with less manpower. In case of this, Harry even temporarily formed more than a dozen elite wizard teams to provide support at any time.

At this time, a figure rushed over. It was Ron, who pulled the broom handle and hung it in front of Harry.

"Everyone is ready. When will it start to act?"

"Now."

"Cool!" Ron gave a thumbs up, "Did you see those Billy Wiggs? I can't wait to let them take pictures of my wizard chess piece charging..."

"Don't wake up everyone on the island," Harry reminded.

"I really thought about it," Ron said with a little regret: "It's a pity that you arranged a group of people to cast whispers and repair curse."

The two landed on the ground on brooms, and one fully armed man disappeared from Harry's sight. Harry tightened his wand. They were his relatives, classmates, friends, and comrades-in-arms. He responded without hesitation to his call. He had to do his best to protect their safety.

The battle started before dawn and ended before dawn. Harry's patron saint cut through the darkness, and near the stadium, his close-range continuous phantom shift became a nightmare for all enemies, and he had almost no decent resistance; and in most cases, the battle was over before Harry rushed to support, and Harry heard the Clivi brothers complaining that they had not even caught an enemy.

"I knocked down seven!" Sirius walked around excitedly, "You must let Rosalie little know that there is also little Edgar! The preaching grandfather Phoenix!" Harry grinned. Little Edgar was Sirius' second child, the one who almost named 'James', and later inherited the name of Ms. Bones' brother.

As for the grandfather Phoenix mentioned in Sirius, it was actually a portrait of the principal's office in Hogwarts. Since Sirius had children, he has often visited each other and liked to give advice.

Harry walked into the corner, and Hermione was yawning. She danced all night. When she came back, she heard that the action was about to happen and rushed over again. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She reluctantly said hello, "Oh-ha-Harry, is there anything else? I want to go back to sleep... Come over again if I have time."

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"Well, okay." Harry hesitated for a moment, and he still didn't say his words of thanks--since Hermione was there, the professor must have come, but he didn't show up. Today's action was originally due to the fact that he created momentum for him.

Hermione smiled and waved her hand, "Come on, Harry!" She turned and merged into the shadows. Harry seemed to see the professor nodding at him with a smile, and the two disappeared together. Harry took a deep breath. He had a lot to do. When the World Cup ended, there was time to chat with Professor Hepp.

In the early morning, the sleeping city woke up again. Looking down from the heights, little people like ants poured out of the hotel and merged into the main roads. Today is the day when the Quidditch World Cup begins. Although the opening ceremony will be until evening, the warm atmosphere in the air is already beating uneasy.

Many tourists only learned from the newspapers what happened in the early morning, and a large group of good people gathered in the tavern to talk about how the more than 300 organized and premeditated criminals were caught in the net without knowing it.

"It's not that there's no movement at all," said one person. "I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. I vaguely heard someone shouting 'charge' and 'me one', but the volume was too low and it wasn't louder."

"It's a whispering spell. Some law enforcement officers cast whispering nearby." A wizard shouted: "This means that the battle is under control from beginning to end."

"So the island owner is still a talent?" someone asked.

"Ahem, it's the island manager," the wizard coughed violently. "Harry Potter is not young anymore. He is very famous in Britain."

"Yes, but compared to Heip..."

It is an indisputable fact that no wizard can compare to Felix Hepp, and it cannot be connected to each other. But then again, the requirements for managing floating islands are not that high.

These people quickly turned the topic elsewhere to discuss the opening ceremony of the evening and quarrel about which country's team could win. Soon, two drunken and irritable guys with national flags on their faces fought in the bar, and the people around them cheered enthusiastically.

The waiter of the tavern turned a blind eye to this and turned on the TV, and the morning news was being broadcast on the screen:

"…327 criminals were arrested. After interrogation, they learned that these people were from twelve famous anti-wizard groups. They searched for enchanted guns and materials used to make magic bombs from their hiding residences. They planned for more than three months..."

The people in the tavern stared at the subsequent battle video. Most of them - including the wizard - saw the scene of a regular wizard team fighting for the first time, completely subverting past cognition: the nightmare curse silently invaded, the transformation technique turned the wall into an open door, the whisper and the illusion curse blocked the sound and vision, and there was also smoke covering half a block, the magic puppet that was more than ten feet tall... And no one thought that the fully armed equipment of Auror was a decoration, which might not have played any role, or had already taken effect, but they could not see...

Among them, the silver stag guardian is impressive. As soon as it appears, it basically means the battle ends in seconds.

It was almost noon, and Valen sat up from the cradle bed, his mind was a little confused. It only remembered that he was guarding the door of the Great Demon's bedroom yesterday... Valen was shocked and jumped down and ran into the bedroom. The scene in front of him made him angry. The two guys were lying on the bed and slept soundly. I don't know when they came back last night. Now, it looked up at the time, 11::59; Valen smacked his lips and waited quietly for more than ten seconds. When the pointer jumped to 12 and continued to walk down, it immediately jumped onto the bed and shook the quilt hard. Ahhh, it was already twelve o'clock! You can sleep so much!

Felix stretched out his hand in a daze and stuck Valen to the head of the bed. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Why did you stick yourself up?" Felix scratched his nose casually.

Valen was stunned for a moment, then struggled hard, "Ji—!

!”

It was already afternoon when Felix and Hermione had dinner. The scenes of the heroic battle of the Wizards were being dutifully broadcast on TV, and many interviews were also added, such as Rove, who praised his wife's skills. When interviewing Seamo and Dean, the reporter did not pay attention to the scene of Ms. Bones teaching her youngest son a lesson into the camera. "Glopp knew more than you, and you and your dad should be ashamed..." Felix and Hermione, who were playing the Wizard card, turned their heads and just saw Sirius picking their noses.

However, after six o'clock in the evening, the news about the stadium became more and more. The two changed their clothes and appeared at the stadium with anger. The stadium was filled with people. Their seats were on the top floor, and they greeted all kinds of people who had no impression along the way, and then appeared in the private room.

Felix quietly breathed a sigh of relief. There were acquaintances inside. In addition to a group of Hogwarts professors, Longbottoms, Lupin and Tonks, Luna and Rove, Sirius and Bones, Weasley and his family, Draco and Astoria were all there, and there were more than a dozen children of different ages.

He and Hermione sat in the first row next to Professor McGonagall.

"Felix," Professor McGonagall nodded to him: "Mrs. Maxim has been here and talked to me about joining other magic schools. You know, jointly study the interdisciplinary subjects of magic and science..."

"It's better to add Muggle University," Hermione interjected.

"We do have this plan," said Professor McGonagall. "But it's still under preparation. We must first reach a consensus with Boothbaton and Demstrong, and it's better to add Ifamoni and Vagado-"

"Preparing for another championship?" Felix asked with interest.

Professor McGonagall was stunned, "It's not impossible, if I could retire..."

The advertisements on the circular curtains around the stadium disappeared, the camera moved away from the prominent politicians, following Harry's back to the top, and then began to play the battle scenes during the day, and the crowd cheered.

Harry sat next to Ginny.

"Where are the kids?"

Ginny sighed, "James went to Teddy, Rosalie and Viktova are with Albus--" She raised her chin, Harry looked over, Albus was exchanging souvenirs with Scopie Little, and Draco nodded at Harry.

"Harry." At this time, Sirius waved at Harry and Harry sat down. He put his arms around Harry's shoulder and pointed to the patron saint on the screen. "How do you feel?" The meaning is obvious.

Harry scratched his head, "There are many things that didn't have time to understand in depth-"

"Look for him!" Sirius said to Lupin, "He knows it best."

Harry blinked and looked at Lupin.

"Sirius said almost the same thing. In the future, the World Company is indeed obliged to cooperate with you, and what you have done over the years is also of reference for you to manage the floating island." Lupin said: "We only have to do one thing, or for one goal: to integrate magic into all areas it can reach! After more than ten years, it has finally achieved initial results..."

"First results?" Harry asked.

"That's right," Lupin explained, "Magic and science are becoming increasingly closely integrated and truly becoming part of keeping the world running, and no one or group has the ability to force them to separate them - that means a huge change in existing life."

Harry was hit hard inside and then he felt a heavy heart.

Lupin smiled slightly, "There is a great responsibility, but there is no pressure. You have just proved your ability and there are still many opportunities in the future. And we are all there. Felix is ​​also there."

He knew that the world was getting better and was on the right path. Those who went up the mountain would not be tripped by a stone or two.

"We are ushering in an unprecedented prosperous era." He said with a strong voice and confidence.

Just like responding to Lupin's words, on the rostrum, Felix, who was talking to Professor McGonagall, found that the stadium was gradually quieting. Hermione, who was standing by, quietly pushed him, and the giant screen composed of countless curtains projected Felix's face on it.

At the same time, his face also appeared on floating island taverns, open-air venues, and television broadcasts around the world.

Felix stood up from the stands and opened his arms - people held their breath. The Quidditch World Cup attracted the attention of the whole world, so for a few seconds, it seemed as if the entire floating island, and even the outside world, was quieted by more than a dozen decibels. His voice clearly spread through every corner of the gymnasium with the help of magic, and appeared on every screen.

"Everyone - welcome to watch the opening ceremony of the 426th Quidditch World Cup! Welcome! Ladies and gentlemen... Let the carnival come more violently, the celebration is now-"

"start!

!”

Extremely warm cheers and applause resounded across the island, deafening; millions of arms were waving enthusiastically in the air, and various flags were flying above the crowd's heads, woven into a sea of ​​joy; then a more dazzling scene: countless fireworks burst above the night sky, condensed into gorgeous patterns, and the sky became a larger color curtain than the stadium. The excitement screams of tide seemed to penetrate the thick clouds and echoed in the ears of tourists for a long time. Everyone's face was filled with irreducible joy—
Chapter completed!