Chapter 70: Bulk Britain

The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, as the name suggests: a committee for the disposal of magical creatures that threaten the safety of the magical world.

Walton McNeill is the chief executioner of the committee, specializing in the execution of magical creatures that are identified as dangerous.

In fact, eight generations of McNeill's ancestors have been doing this kind of work.

Even before the Statute of Secrecy was enacted, wizards from the McNeill family were still executioners in the Muggle society.

They have personally executed a large number of Muggles, including many kings, such as:

Queen Mary I of Scotland, King Charles I of England, and the famous King of France... Louis XVI.

In addition, more than half of the ghosts in the Headless Hunters were beheaded by wizards from the McNeill family.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are professionals.

The most regrettable thing about Nick, who was almost headless, was that he did not meet a McNeill executioner when he was executed.

As a result, his head was not completely separated from his neck, and he could never join the Headless Hunters again!

In short, execution is indeed McNeill's ancestral craft.

In the original time and space, when Hagrid's hippogriff attacked Draco, Walton McNeill was asked to execute the execution.

Thanks to Rolf's help, the case was transferred to the Ministry of Education, which helped Buckbeak clear the guilt and did not give McNeill a chance to escape, but the boy still remembered him deeply.

Because... he has a hidden identity, that is, a Death Eater.

McNeill, like Lucius Malfoy, is a Death Eater who escaped from prison!

And Rolf saw such a wizard in a list of people who can contact magical creatures, so he naturally focused his suspicion on him.

But suspicion is only suspicion. If you want to turn it into a fact, you need evidence. Before looking for evidence, you must first brew an antidote.

After Shirley, Margaret and Hermione finished shopping, Rolf also took the three of them as strong men and pulled them to help him brew potions.

The four of them worked hard, occasionally practicing shooting, and finally brewed the potion on the opening day.

This also made Fudge's hanging heart fall completely.

With the arrival of the opening game of the Quidditch World Cup, there are more and more wizards in the camp, as many as tens of thousands.

You can often see long queues of several kilometers for water and public toilets.

Looking at those crowded queues, you may even have a sense of déjà vu of "how can there be so many wizards".

There is no way, as the Quidditch World Cup is held every four years, it is undoubtedly an indispensable wizard feast.

As long as there are free wizards in the world, even if they buy tickets from scalpers at a high price, they will come to watch this World Cup. Some people even quit their jobs and sell their houses to raise money to watch the World Cup.

It can only be said that this is a kind of belief!

The Vietnamese Ministry of Magic is the most humane.

In order to give everyone time to watch the game, they worked overtime for a month in a row, did not have a holiday for four weekends, and finally gathered five days of vacation.

This adjustment plan... is really heartwarming, it can be called the most beautiful Ministry of Magic!

As the number of people doubled, various problems also appeared in the camp:

Some people came too late, and the good places were taken. The tents were either too far from the stadium and toilets, or too badly located, and they were very dissatisfied.

There were also fans from different countries who directly PK offline. There were several fights between Scottish and English fans alone.

After a careful investigation, it was found that it was the Irish fans next door who secretly fanned the flames.

It is worthy of being called Bulk Britain, the Little Jiangsu of Europe.

The Korean and American Quidditch teams have reconciled, but the disputes between the fans of the Russian and Ukrainian teams have intensified. As long as they drink some vodka, they will fight each other.

When the Russian Minister of Magic arrived at the stadium that night, this conflict was pushed to a climax.

It turned out that the big tent where he lived was attacked by a small toy flying broom, and a flag on the top of the tent was almost set on fire.

Of course, the Ukrainian Minister of Magic immediately denied it, saying that it had nothing to do with him and that it was done by the Russian fans themselves.

It can only be said that this wave of damage is not great, but it is extremely insulting.

In this hustle and bustle, the British Ministry of Magic almost moved to the stadium and worked directly on the spot.

Most of the Aurors also gathered here, and the security level was raised to the highest level in history. Even last year's pursuit of Peter Pettigrew did not have such a scene.

Some retired old Aurors were also temporarily recalled to participate in the maintenance of order in the camp, but overtime pay was definitely not given. After all, they had already retired and were not in a labor relationship, and were not protected by the labor law of the magic world.

In addition to being cheap, these retired Aurors are also good scapegoats. As long as someone enforces the law violently, they can be fired on the grounds of temporary workers.

Anyway, no matter what, Fudge will not allow any country, region or dark wizard to destroy this World Cup.

He just wants to sell tickets, take into account the World Cup advertising fees, gambling taxes... and give it a hard shot.

As night falls, the Quidditch World Cup stadium is lit up one by one with staggered lights, becoming more and more lively.

All wizards hold tickets and walk towards the Quidditch stadium.

Tina, who arrived on time, looked at the surging crowd and smiled, "I haven't seen so many wizards in a long time."

"Yeah." Newt nodded slightly. Surrounded by so many people, he was almost autistic.

Compared to Quidditch games, the old man still prefers to be with those magical creatures. Even squatting on the ground watching ants moving is more interesting than this.

But it is also quite interesting to take my wife and grandson and granddaughter to watch the game.

Newt looked at Rolf, and then glanced at Margaret, Shirley and Hermione beside him, and couldn't help sighing in his heart... there are just too many granddaughters.

When they went to the top-level box, they took the high-level channel. There were few wizards here, and basically there was no need to queue up, so they came to the entrance.

Rolf took out a bunch of tickets, and the witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance checked them, and then glanced at the boy, and was stunned for a moment.

"Miss, what's wrong, is there a problem with the ticket?" Rolf asked.

The witch came to her senses and hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, Mr. Rolf Scamander... six first-class tickets... please go to the top-level box... the room nameplate number is Uranus!"

"Thank you." Rolf put away the ticket and walked up the stairs.

When they walked up the stairs, Hermione asked in confusion: "Do you know the witch just now?"

"No." Rolf shook his head: "Never seen her."

"Then how did she know your name?"

"Is there any wizard in the UK who doesn't know my name now?" Rolf said calmly.

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(Thanks to the three big guys "A Red Apricot Out of the Wall", "The Great Emperor of the Human Race" and "Riddler Get Out" for the reward.)