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Jimmy smiled slightly and said, "Cyber ​​Corporation will take over the entire Quidditch World Cup event, from start to finish! Correspondingly, of the 300,000 investment, 100,000 will go to the Ministry of Magic."

Ludo Bagman almost agreed on behalf of Batty Crouch; he had lived most of his life and had never heard of such a good deal.

If the Ministry of Magic contracts out the events, they can still make money?

The full 100,000 Galleons, plus the 50,000 allocated by the Ministry of Magic, totaled 150,000 Galleons, which were distributed internally. Everyone in the Department of Magical Sports and the Department of International Magical Cooperation received several thousand Galleons!

However, Barty Crouch refused, saying, "That's impossible! The Quidditch World Cup must be organized by the Ministry of Magic."

The Quidditch World Cup has always been organized and managed by the local Ministry of Magic. Why?

"Don't rush to refuse, let me explain." Jimmy wasn't bothered by the rejection and continued calmly, "Nominally, this project still belongs to the Ministry of Magic. Cyber ​​Corporation only provides funding and planning. The Ministry of Magic is also needed for execution. So, the Ministry of Magic is the one actually organizing this competition."

Ludobagman beamed with joy and immediately wanted to agree, "Okay, okay!"

"Wait, this matter still needs to be discussed."

Barty Crouch gave Ludo Bagman a disapproving look. If it weren't for his past success in world-class Quidditch, he wouldn't have become the Director of Magical Sports.

"Cyber ​​Corporation's plan is shared with the Ministry of Magic. We will discuss a mutually acceptable condition before confirming the facts. Here, I will first introduce our preliminary plan."

The cunning Jimmy steered the conversation toward choosing a plan, rather than focusing on the fundamental question of whether to cooperate.

With a wave of his hand, Yuna, who was waiting nearby, distributed several copies to each member of the Ministry of Magic, including the accountants and Aurors who came to discuss specific matters.

Barty Crouch and Roddock Bagman looked down at the proposal and thought to themselves that Jimmy had indeed come prepared.

"First, let's reach a consensus. What is the main purpose of the Quidditch World Cup?"

Jimmy stood up and went to the blackboard. He took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the blackboard, writing down a long string of words.

"The purpose of holding the Quidditch World Cup on British soil is simple: to enhance the international standing of the British Ministry of Magic, showcase its capabilities, and let foreign wizards witness the brilliance of British wizards. I think everyone agrees on that, right?"

Barty Crouch frowned in thought, sensing something was amiss, but couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he nodded.

Ludobagman clapped his hands excitedly and said, "Yes, absolutely right!"

"So how do we increase our influence?" Jimmy began to answer his own question again. "The most intuitive and simplest way is to host a different Quidditch World Cup."

As far as I know, every Quidditch match in history has been very different, mainly due to the players' skill level. Some matches lasted a week, while others ended in less than 30 minutes, which is very bad!

Ludobagman nodded repeatedly; as a former professional player, he also deeply resented this rule in Quidditch.

"We need to change the rules of Quidditch first!" Jimmy blurted out, immediately getting Ludo Bagman off guard.

He certainly hated the occasional matches that went too long, but the old rules couldn't be changed, so how could the rules of Quidditch be altered!

This is blasphemy against Quidditch! It's heresy! It's unacceptable to all players!

And isn't the fun of Quidditch precisely the chaos within order, and order within chaos?

Chapter 238 Only Once

"Don't rush, let me explain slowly!"

Jimmy raised his hand to calm the agitated Ludobagman. This greedy director was easy to deal with. Don't be fooled by his current angry appearance; it's just a matter of spending some money.

"We'll proceed with the official matches using the current rules, but we can add a warm-up match before the official games. Since it's a warm-up match, it's acceptable to make some rule changes, right?"

“This…” Ludobagman hesitated for a moment, but thinking of the hundreds of thousands of dollars invested and the Galon he was about to receive, he chose the most correct answer, “Yes, yes.”

Jimmy then looked at Batty Crouch, "The rules for the warm-up match will be set at a 30-minute countdown. If the Golden Snitch is caught once, it will be worth 50 points. The team with the most points after 30 minutes wins."

Quidditch matches that lack competitiveness and rely almost entirely on the Seeker to win are not very interesting. To make the matches more competitive, they must not become garbage time.

Batty Crouch nodded and said, "Adding a warm-up match will not affect the event's organization."

That's considered an agreement, but the warm-up matches are just the appetizer in the plan.

Jimmy planned a massive Quidditch tournament that would last at least a week.

On the first day, wizards from all over the world gathered in the commercial street surrounding the venue and spent lavishly.

We need to set up all sorts of experience stores, including elegant ones, giant dragon gym experience stores, and auto chess experience stores.

He also charges sellers a stall fee, 1,000 for a good location and 500 for a less desirable one.

He also charges for World Cup tickets, dividing the lower-end seats into different tiers, and making money off whoever has the money!

In short, this competition requires an investment of 300,000, and should yield at least a return of one million!

Jimmy vividly described to the Ministry of Magic delegation a novel, glamorous, and wonderful Quidditch World Cup.

Ultimately planned by the Cyber ​​Group, this mega-event, gathering 100,000 people, will definitely let wizards from all over the world see what the British Ministry of Magic is all about (hands on hips)!

No one knows event planning better than him. Even if Jimmy has no experience, he believes he's no worse than the Tokyo Olympics.

The various raffles, entertainment, and food activities left Batty Crouch and Ludo Bagman completely bewildered.

Events in the wizarding world were generally chaotic. Vendors would find a spot and set up their goods in a cluster, while those setting up tents would simply mark out an area, draw a few squares, and that would be it.

But Jimmy broke this traditional rule; he wanted to build a temporary residential area directly around the Quidditch World Cup stadium, decorating it to meet the requirements of being habitable.

This wouldn't be difficult for wizards with extraordinary productivity, but no one ever does it. Wizards carry their own tents, which are quite spacious and offer a decent living experience, so there's no need to build a separate house.

However, after carefully studying the proposal, Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman both felt that it was feasible, and that the wizarding world needed to make some changes.

For Galon's sake, Ludobagman wholeheartedly supports Jimmy.

Barty Crouch also had his own considerations. After thinking for a moment, he finally signed the contract and had his men stamp it on the parchment.

Once the seal was removed, a cooperation agreement between the Ministry of Magic and Cyber ​​Corporation was completed!

Cyber ​​Corporation receives 40% of the revenue from Quidditch World Cup tickets and booth fees, while the Ministry of Magic receives 60%.

Jimmy gave up some benefits in exchange for planning rights to temporary residential areas around the stadium, and Cyber ​​Group's own companies would occupy the best locations.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you! A specialist from Cyber ​​Corporation will be liaising with the Ministry of Magic from now on." Jimmy shook hands with Barty Crouch with a bright smile, shaking him vigorously, because the wealth he was about to earn would allow him to reach the maximum level!

……

As dusk fell, Jimmy, exhausted after a long day's work, left Cyber ​​Group, bidding farewell to his colleagues who were also busy working overtime for their bonuses.

Not long after I stepped out of the building, I saw Hermione standing under a streetlamp at the intersection leading to the main street.

Hermione wore a red knitted hat, her body was wrapped in a black trench coat, and a Gryffindor red and yellow scarf was tied around her neck.

With his hands in his pockets, and his entire body covered in clothes except for his face, he looked like a furry little animal.

She stood quietly under the bright yellow streetlights, her eyes bright and alert, unlike Jimmy who looked half-dead.

"Hermione~!" Upon seeing the girl, Jimmy opened his arms and ran over, snuggling into her arms like a fledgling, "I'm so tired, let's rest in Hogsmeade tonight, I don't want to leave."

Hermione chuckled and stroked his hair, saying, "Is this what you really wanted? Like a little kid."

"Because Hermione is a good mother." Jimmy shamelessly snuggled against the warm body to replenish his mental energy.

He was originally a lazy person, but he was forced to be diligent by life. Now that his career is on track, he can make money while lying down, even if he is a hands-off boss.

If I still have to do everything myself, what's the point of having employees?

Jimmy touched the fish with complete confidence.

Hermione blushed, grabbed his arm, and walked towards the raccoon bar, saying defiantly, "But you're a bad boy!"

"Oh no! You found out. I can't let you tell anyone!"

"Haha, stop fooling around... um."

After a series of playful fights, they eventually returned to the Raccoon Restaurant.

The chill outside was replaced by a surge of heat as the two spent time together.

There were still a few customers in the restaurant, but it didn't do business in the evening, and the people here would be leaving soon.

"Dobby, bring me two meals to the break room," Jimmy said to Dobby, who was wiping glasses at the bar.

Dobby immediately put down his cup and rag, jumped off the long chair, and muttered as he went into the kitchen, “Dobby will make the most delicious food and put it on Mr. Blaine’s table! Dobby wants to repay Mr. Blaine!”

Back in the lounge, Jimmy and Hermione took off their coats. It was freezing outside, and neither of them planned to take a shower. They simply soaked their bodies and feet in hot water.

"No! Don't even think about it!" Hermione said shyly, throwing a pillow at him.

Jimmy removed the pillow from his face and saw that Hermione had already used a spell to clean the water stains from her feet, and had tucked both feet into the blanket. She sighed regretfully, "Can't you really satisfy this little hobby of mine?"

“No normal person would have such a hobby, and... that's not clean.”

"A person with a pure heart has a clean body!"

Although Hermione wanted to vehemently denounce Jimmy's fallacies, she couldn't bring herself to be angry. Instead, she was somewhat pleased, as this was one of the ways Jimmy showed he liked her.

Seeing Jimmy's disappointed expression, Hermione felt a pang of pity. After a moment's internal struggle, she said, "Then, after dinner... only once!"

"Great!"

Chapter 239 The topic sparked by opening the gift

"Whoosh..."

This night was different from the previous ones. The two of them were very sober, and Hogsmeade was also very quiet, so quiet that they could hear each other's rapid breathing.

Jimmy had finished his dessert and, after brushing his teeth for the second time, lay on his side on the bed, looking at Hermione.

He could see Hermione's slightly trembling eyelashes and her constantly twitching nose, and he could also smell the faint floral scent emanating from her body, warmed by her body heat.

It smelled like shower gel and shampoo, but after being heated by body heat, it produced a more unique scent, intoxicating like a drug.

Jimmy's hand, hidden under the covers, reached near Hermione's shoulder and pulled her into a hug.

Hermione gently placed her hand on his chest; the two shared an unspoken understanding.

A sound like two catfish wriggling in the mud filled the room, and in an instant, the candlelight and the strange sound disappeared together.

“Next year, okay?” Hermione’s voice was heavy with breaths. After a pause, she added, “If you let me hold your Animagus form three days a week, then…”

"Go to sleep." Jimmy covered Hermione's mouth. Once was enough of that feeling of being choked and having her stomach grabbed; she really couldn't have more.

In the darkness, those resentful eyes seemed to solidify into reality. Jimmy pretended to be asleep, but in the end, he couldn't stand those eyes and helplessly transformed into a snow leopard, letting Hermione torment him.

It's a little over a meter long, just the right size.

Hermione immediately snuggled up to her, hugging the snow leopard pillow and falling asleep sweetly.

The next day, they returned to school.