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Chapter 522: A Game That Goes with the Flow

"By the way, the Triwizard Tournament is about to start again."

"When was this news? The newspapers have been talking about this for the first half of the year!"

A comment made by a patron of the Leaky Cauldron drew merciless ridicule from the others.

"Perhaps he drank some expired potion, or maybe he tried to make some potion for himself but the ingredients got out of control - there will be no professor to monitor the quality of the potion after you leave school."

……

Amid the mocking voices, the guest who spoke earlier took a sip of soup slowly, then raised his voice mockingly, "I mean the one that stood up in Diagon Alley, saying that it will start broadcasting the Warrior Selection Ceremony at 8 o'clock this morning - did you guys drink too much last night and didn't watch the news?"

"When did this happen?"

"You're kidding, what's the situation with the rebroadcast?"

"Who reads the Evening Prophet..."

The mocking voices gradually died down, and the people who had come to drink early in the morning looked at each other, and the topic began to turn to the so-called resumption of broadcasting.

"Yesterday's Evening Prophet said it would start in a little while—over there in Diagon Alley."

The man who spoke earlier looked towards the bar, "Old Tom, didn't the Ministry of Magic notify you?"

"That's true, but I didn't see any strange buildings, and I still have to take care of things in the store. But I received a letter last night that said something like dream weaving. My granddaughter said so."

Old Tom at the bar looked up and said, "I was planning to go take a look when I'm not busy - they say it's another work by that Taylor."

"The Tyler who went against the rules of Transfiguration?"

"Yes, that's the guy. Didn't he just become the referee of the Triwizard Tournament?"

Old Tom walked out from the bar with a smile on his face. "At this age, if he keeps up this pace of research, she said many people in the school doubt whether Taylor can catch up with Dumbledore's achievements."

"Catch up with Dumbledore, how is that possible?"

"It's hard to say... If this is another major research, the Ministry of Magic has directly reduced the price of wine by nearly half since the last time!"

"Yeah, except for a few so-called goblin hand-brewed goods, all the other products have been reduced in price!"

"Just for this reason, I think he can catch up with Dumbledore. Hiccup - Cheers to Taylor's new invention!"

A slightly tipsy wizard raised his glass high.

"Cheers to Tyler!"

A group of wizards who started drinking in the morning drank a glass happily.

"Not only alcohol, but snacks have also been greatly reduced in price - candy, food, drinks, all have been reduced in price a lot, and clothes too." Old Tom used his wand to move a dozen beer mugs to the table, "There are a lot more customers."

“What does this have to do with the customers?”

"Of course, because it's easier for students who graduated last year to find jobs, especially those who are good at Transfiguration. The Ministry of Magic has set up several new alchemy factories. Anyway, they have made a lot of money..."

“But money can’t just come out of thin air, right?”

"Then I can't explain it clearly. Anyway, I roughly know that the Ministry of Magic has a terrifying amount of supplies on hand right now - otherwise, the Triwizard Tournament wouldn't have been able to increase the prize money so desperately... Maybe it's because now even wood can be used to feed pigs and chickens?"

The wizard, who did not understand the essence of economics, scratched his head. Anyway, his gossip was accurate and could be used as a topic of conversation at the dinner table.

"Who knows? Anyway, chicken, pork, sausages, and canned food are all on sale. Everything is dirt cheap. Even the price of wizard robes is dropping. Life is really good now."

"Yeah, otherwise where would I get the money to go to the bar every day..."

"Fudge did a great job, cheers to the cheap wine and sausages!" "It's almost eight o'clock, we have to watch the game! Warriors draft or something!"

"Ah, can't we learn from Muggle bars? I've been to a Muggle bar, and they had a strange magic box - you can drink while watching the Muggles messing around in the box."

"Yes, the Ministry of Magic notified me when they told me that as long as we mastered the dream projection spell, we could play it."

Old Tom interjected as he served the food.

"Is the bar installed?"

The drinkers looked around but saw nothing.

"I haven't learned it. That spell is extremely difficult. It is said that it was created by Professor Flitwick."

Old Tom blinked his eyes confidently.

“Learn!”

"Merlin's beard, how could you not learn it!"

"Old Tom, you're not as conscientious as you used to be!"

The drinkers began to complain, but Old Tom was obviously not going to be instigated by them.

"I'm waiting for the subsequent alchemy machines. If the effect is good, there should be an alchemy factory that produces automatic projection equipment. You can't expect me to learn such a complicated spell all at once."

"You can go over and take a look now, but I suggest you don't bring any food or alcohol. I remember there are special strikers on duty there."

So, a group of people started jogging to the square - there were quite a few people watching the news, and there were already quite a few people gathered in Diagon Alley.

However, the Ministry of Magic cast a traceless expansion spell, creating a small square between the two shops, so it did not seem crowded at the moment.

It’s a pity that the striker is keeping a close eye on the wizards, so there’s no room for eating, drinking, or making noise here.

However, everyone's attention was soon attracted by the ordinary sphere - it did not look any different from an ordinary prophecy ball, but under the spell cast by the Ministry of Magic personnel over there, a translucent image appeared directly in mid-air.

"It's Hogwarts!"

"Ah, it's Dumbledore!"

"Professor McGonagall is here too! Tsk, tsk, why can't the other students see her? I want to see my child!"

"Be content with what you have!"

...

Under the curious gazes of the wizards, the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament were selected one by one by Dumbledore, and then gathered in front of Fudge to be blessed.

The rest of the referees basically just showed up, with Fudge having the most screen time - although the wizards had many opinions, but considering that Fudge had come up with such a new thing, everyone still forgave him.

The half-hour warrior selection ended quickly. When the screen gradually darkened, everyone was about to retreat, but they were frightened by the sudden fire.

"dragon!"

A dragon, almost as detailed as the Pensieve, suddenly appeared on the screen and then directly attacked Hogwarts in the background.

However, before people could marvel, Dumbledore gently waved his wand, and the dragon was shrunk countless times. Then, the flames it exhaled turned into a row of characters on the screen under the effect of Dumbledore's spell.

[The Dream Construction and Application Competition is in full swing, the first prize is as high as 3,000 Galleons!!!]

(End of this chapter)