A certain Hogwarts professor of runes.

"Their character isn't much better either; look at the number of fouls they've committed," Ron said.

“Ron,” Charlie said, “a reasonable foul can disrupt the opponent’s rhythm, especially when they are on a roll.”

Mr. Weasley disagreed with him, "Charlie, I think—the game should be clean. Elbows and dirty tricks shouldn't be allowed. If they happen, the referee should blow the whistle..."

“Dad, you said it yourself, it was just a whistle, not a penalty kick. I remember people even used curses to win games; I experienced quite a few when I was in school.”

Mr. Weasley and Charlie argued fiercely, with Charlie saying helplessly, "I also wish the game were completely clean, but this kind of thing is impossible to prevent."

Hermione yawned widely, and Mr. Weasley noticed her state. He said gently, "Back at camp, we can have a cup of cocoa milk, which will help us sleep... Trust me, it's going to be noisy tonight."

Ginny was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. She tugged at Hermione's sleeve and pulled her forward. "Are they planning to have a bonfire party?"

“Ha! It’s not impossible,” Mr. Weasley said. “This competition ended too early, it wasn’t very satisfying. You know, most people came prepared, intending to last three to five days… Just wait and see, it won’t be quiet tonight.”

They found that the noise ahead had stopped, replaced by exclamations of surprise. "Look over there!" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes wide.

On the road leading to the camp, an open corridor suddenly appeared, adorned with various lamps that illuminated the exquisite patterns and designs.

"What is this?" Ginny was suddenly wide awake and stood on tiptoe to see it more clearly.

“I don’t know…” Mr. Weasley looked puzzled. “Could it be a program prepared by the department?”

As they approached, they discovered that the long corridor was actually an illusion. A mischievous little boy was constantly weaving back and forth between the railings, giggling incessantly, while an older boy hid himself on a pillar in the corridor, believing that his family would not be able to find him.

His parents looked at the little guy helplessly and could only look around at him, asking, "Little Leo, where are you hiding?"

The boy covered his mouth, his eyes curving into crescents.

“It’s clearly related to Professor Hyp.” The Weasley twins pointed to the magic lamp hanging in the hallway. “This is a product only the Future World Corporation has. I’ll show you—”

He reached out and his fingertips passed through a palm-sized magic lamp shaped like a lion. "Huh?" Was this also an illusion? But then they realized it was a mini-game; a line of golden text appeared in the air—a word puzzle.

Which letter represents an animal?

“Oh, that’s too easy,” Fred muttered. “It’s the letter B, which means bee.” As soon as he finished speaking, the lion-shaped magic lamp clicked and fell from the emerald vine like a ripe melon falling from a tree, floating down into his hand.

The little lion opened its eyes, arched its back, and sprouted a pair of small wings from its back. It fluttered and flew up, circling around Fred. "Awoo~" it let out a babyish cry and spat out a white ball of light.

The sphere of light projected a phantom image of a castle, along with a line of small text: 'Future World - Headquarters in Diagon Alley, England'. The phantom image flickered for a few seconds and then disappeared, leaving only the milky-white sphere of light, radiating a bright glow.

“Wow,” Fred exclaimed, “Looks like those guys have added some new features.”

"Is it Mr. Hyp's 'Futureworld' company?" Mr. Weasley asked with great interest. He had heard the Weasley brothers talking about it constantly at the dinner table these past few days and had learned quite a bit about the company.

“That’s right,” Fred said.

Mr. Weasley blinked. "So, ladies and gentlemen, are you still sleepy?"

“Oh, Dad, we should at least get a little magic lamp for ourselves!” Ron shouted, drawing a chorus of agreement. It was clear the riddle wasn’t too difficult, and everyone had a chance.

Inside the 'Future World' tent, Felix held a small model of a long corridor in his hands, his eyes gleaming with silver light. He seemed to have heard their conversation, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The Weasleys searched for riddles, with Ron declaring, "I'm going to guess ten!" But they soon realized the problem: only the first riddle was relatively easy, while the second attempt was much more difficult.

Hermione held a miniature lion magic lamp in her hand and stood in front of a fire dragon magic lamp the size of an owl, which was busily breathing out its breath, while seven or eight people watched.

Harry leaned closer. Hermione's crossword puzzle was a logic puzzle with more than a dozen names on it that made him dizzy. He read it carefully twice, but still couldn't understand the meaning of the puzzle.

"Do you know the answer?" he asked Hermione, who was deep in thought.

“Oh, don’t bother me, I’m almost there,” Hermione said, her wand gesturing wildly and leaving strange symbols in the air—were they Latin letters? Harry thought, as he walked through the crowd and came face to face with Mr. Barty Crouch.

"Hello, Potter."

“Hello, Mr. Crouch,” Harry said curtly, Crouch having just had a fight with Sirius Black that afternoon.

Barty Crouch's eyes gleamed strangely, as if he were examining a treasure. "Come with me, Harry, I need to speak with you."

"What?" Harry asked in astonishment.

"Regarding Sirius Black, there's been a lawsuit filed against him for attacking the Knockturn Alley wizard while he was on the run," Crouch said coldly.

“But the Ministry of Magic has already provided proof! Sirius is innocent!” Harry said angrily.

“That's assuming no one investigates,” Crouch said impatiently, extending his hand—

"Let go of Harry!"

A roar erupted as Sirius Black rushed up from behind, shoved Barty Crouch aside, drew his wand, and pointed it at him. "Old man, what do you think you're doing to Harry?!"

Their conflict attracted the attention of a group of foreign fans. Crouch nodded to the two men and left without looking back.

"What happened?" Sirius asked.

“I don’t know. He said someone is suing you and wants me to go with him,” Harry said.

"How could this be—how could this be!" Sirius exclaimed incredulously. "I'm going to find him and ask him!"

“Don’t go,” Harry stopped Sirius. “Don’t go, Sirius, he’s a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic—”

“I’m not afraid of him! Let go, Harry!” Sirius said angrily.

“Sirius, I don’t want to lose you again,” Harry said.

Sirius suddenly lost all his strength. His fingers trembled. "Alright, let's go back to the tent first. You and I will talk. That Barty Crouch is definitely suspicious!"

Seeing that he had persuaded Sirius, Harry agreed and said, "I think so too. I have a guess..."

……

Looking at the long corridor that had suddenly appeared in front of him, Fudge couldn't help but ask the staff member next to him, "Whose idea was this? I didn't know about it?"

A Ministry of Magic employee said, "It's the 'Future World' company. They applied to hold a light show, and we approved it, but... but..." He looked at the massive building in front of him and hesitated, "We didn't expect it to be such a big event."

“Felix Heap’s company?” Fudge asked. He didn’t mention the issue of secrecy; the commotion caused by 100,000 people this afternoon was much greater than what was happening now, and besides, it was late at night in the middle of nowhere, so there was little risk.

The only Muggle family living nearby should be asleep, or at least the Ministry of Magic staff would let them.

He was more concerned about whose company it was.

The staff member nodded.

"When did he come up with this? It wasn't here when we watched the game." He stretched out his thick finger and drew a huge circle, encompassing the buildings in his field of vision.

The staff member said, "I asked the colleague who stayed behind, and he said—" He suddenly became hesitant, "He said it appeared suddenly. He was on duty when a building suddenly fell from the sky..."

Fudge didn't say anything. After watching for a while, he waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about me. I'll just walk around by myself." He walked along the corridor and soon found fans guessing various riddles. Some hidden corners would suddenly burst open, often revealing a box of candy with the name of Future World Company on it, or various small souvenirs. Among these, the most eye-catching thing was something called "animation".

It was clear that as long as the number of children gathered together reached a certain standard, images would be projected into the corridor, like a series of interconnected comic strips, but with a much greater appeal. The plot was coherent and the story was interesting. Even he couldn't help but watch for six or seven minutes until the animation ended.

At the end of the animation, there is a small print that reads, "This product is currently under development and will be completed in the next three to five years. Please stay tuned." This is followed by the company name and address.

Fudge walked forward with mixed feelings, finally reaching the end of the corridor—a hexagonal open space. He then realized that the place he had come from was just one of the extended corners, and there were five more similar corridors.

People came from different corridors, chatting and laughing, holding all sorts of little magic lamps.

“Brother Julia, can we see Mr. Hyp?” a lively voice asked. She was a young witch with long, bright golden hair.

The young wizard, referred to as "Brother Julia," smiled and said, "I'm not sure, but I'll definitely see him at Hogwarts this year. Bethney, where's your brother?"

The young witch sighed, "Byles is obsessed with the riddles and insists on getting the second magic lamp. Doesn't he realize that there are 100,000 people here? Even giving one to each person is impossible. How could he possibly get the second one so easily?"

Yuria laughed and said, "I actually hope he succeeds, so I can trade with him for the Thunderbird-shaped magic lamp."

Besni pointed to the open space, and suddenly a huge fire dragon appeared. It was a black Hungarian hornet, with a ferocious appearance and a length of seventy feet. A commotion broke out in the crowd.

Beneath the fire dragon stood a young witch. Kremi excitedly waved her wand, making the Hungarian wood bee come to life. The bee was glowing, which was why people didn't flee immediately; they recognized it as a fake, probably a giant magic lamp.

The fire dragon flapped its wings and took off from the ground, soaring in the low sky. People in different parts of the camp looked up at the same time. The fire dragon looked like a large light bulb, its whole body radiating a milky white light.

“Welcome to the Magic Lamp Exhibition hosted by Future World,” said Kremi Vera.

The Hungarian wood bee shot out a fan-shaped burst of light, like a dazzling fireworks display, and the crowd applauded.

"This is a fully grown dragon?" Harry asked, dumbfounded, outside the tent. It wasn't that he had never seen a dragon before; back in his first year, he had seen Hagrid's Norbert and, together with Ron and Hermione, had taken it to the observatory so that Charlie's friend could take it away.

“Yes,” Sirius said, “if you encounter one, you must stay far away from it.”

“How dangerous are they? I know Charlie raises dragons in Romania,” Harry asked.

"Danger?" Sirius repeated, speaking seriously, "They can crush you under your spell or burn you to death with their breath. Keep in mind that their flames are magical flames. Don't try to challenge them without sufficient knowledge and professional training."

"Could it be that the spells don't work on them?" Harry's mouth dropped open.

"Well, if your spell hits the scales, it's mostly useless. Even on the skin, you have to aim carefully and chant the spell continuously in one spot. Of course, you can also use tricks... like deception or attacking weaknesses. The easiest one is the Eye Disease Spell, but it requires a lot of luck."

Next, they saw the dragons perform. Soon, a second dragon appeared, slightly smaller, a Peruvian venomous dragon with brass-colored scales and a raised black back.

The two fire dragons fought, biting and swirling, soaring into the air. Then, all sorts of magical creatures appeared: phoenixes, chimeras, unicorns, flower fairies, horned beasts, harpies, and long-legged water snakes. However, people did not realize that these later-appearing animals were actually constructed illusions.

A tent for the future world.

Felix was hiding inside, constantly manipulating this unique performance. Lupin sat to the side, and asked with some curiosity, "Why weren't you there? Why did you leave it to Vera?"

Felix rolled his eyes. "I signed a confidentiality agreement. I can't reveal the tournament's events. It wouldn't be good for people to associate me with the Fire Dragon. Besides, I need to control the scene."

He flicked his fingers, and five or six Moon-obsessed Beasts quietly appeared in the "magic sandbox".

Lupin was taken aback by his answer. "You've sold quite a few of those dragon-shaped magic lamps already. Are you pretending you have nothing to do with them?"

Felix explained in a serious tone, "I simply agreed to the design of the magic lamp you came up with."

The performance lasted for two hours, longer than the Quidditch World Cup final. Finally, Felix grew tired and informed Vera that the performance was over. As she announced the end of the show, the magical creatures that filled the sky and the snowflake-shaped corridor that occupied half of the camp gradually disappeared.

Kremy and Arik ran back, unable to hide their excitement.

"Professor, Arik's flyers have all been distributed. We prepared five thousand, but that's not enough. Many people can only remember his name."

“Hmm, it seems the company has no shortage of orders,” Felix said. “Remember to include a brochure of the company’s products with the shipment. You can also include some products that are still under development. It’s a form of advertising.”

Kremy sighed, "I can imagine how busy it will be then."

"You've decided to stay, Vera?"

“Of course,” Kremy said with a smile. “I’m kind of looking forward to what the company will look like in five or ten years.”

……

As the lantern festival ended, the camp quieted down, with a few revelers singing loudly and occasionally getting into minor clashes, but for a camp of 100,000 people, it was nothing. The Ministry of Magic staff were able to resolve the situation quickly.

Around three or four o'clock, a slight commotion arose.

Chapter 341 Chaos

Felix suddenly sat up, triggering the warning spell he had left outside the tent.