Not long after their dinner was over, two new guests came to this camp.
Ludo Balmain, director of the Department of Magical Sports, and Barty Crouch, director of the Department of International Magic Cooperation.
To be precise, Ludo came here first, and Crouch followed him to find him.
"Sit down and rest, Batty." Balmain said happily, patted the grass beside him.
"No, thank you, Ludo." Crouch said, there was a hint of impatience in his voice. He also saw Lynn, but didn't know that he was the one who really gained his "friendship".
Lynn also shut up and pretended to be a transparent person after the arrival of the two directors of the Ministry of Magic. He still didn't want to leave too much impression on himself among the top leaders of the Ministry of Magic.
"I have been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians insist that we add twelve more seats to the top box."
"Oh, they wanted this!" Bagman said disgustedly, "I thought that guy was going to borrow a pair of tweezers from me. The accent is too heavy."
"Mr. Crouch!" Percy was so excited that he couldn't breathe well. He always looked like this, especially Batty Crouch was the wizard he admired most in the Ministry of Magic.
He leaned forward and bowed, which made him look like a hunchback: "Do you want a cup of tea?"
Crouch looked at Percy slightly surprised, as if thinking about something: "Well-thank you, Wetherby."
Fred and George almost squirted tea into their cups with laughter. Percy's ears turned pink, pretending to be buried in the teapot.
He called Percy's last name wrong.
"By the way, I always wanted to tell you one thing, Arthur." Crouch said, his sharp eyes fell on Mr. Weasley again, "Ali Bashir made a provocation. He wanted to talk to you. Talk about your prohibition on flying carpets."
Mr. Weasley sighed heavily.
"I sent an owl to him last week and talked about it specifically. I have told him a hundred times that in the UK, carpets are defined as Muggle handicrafts in the Register of Prohibited Magical Items, but he will Listen?"
"I doubt he won't," Crouch said, taking the cup of tea Percy handed him. "He can't wait to export the flying carpet here."
"But broomsticks are the mainstream means of transportation for European wizards. Moreover, the current flying broomstick market is dominated by Rungard. Bashir has no strength to fight against Rungard." Bagman said.
"But he thinks there is a gap in the home transportation market," Crouch said, "but he didn't move his elm-like head at all. Will Lungarde give up this market to them again?."
From his words, it seems that he can't tell the indescribable relationship between him and Lungarde Company.
"You've been busy lately, Barty, right?" Bagman started the topic, and asked happily.
"It's busy," Crouch said dryly. "It's not easy to organize and arrange door keys on five continents."
"Didn't you hire a lot of staff in the International Department of Magical Affairs recently? Not enough staff?" Mr. Weasley asked.
Crouch raised his eyebrows at Mr. Weasley.
"I wish I could recruit more people. I need to spread them all over the world, and even arrange a flyway network in Antarctica."
"Other than that? How did you prepare for the next event?"
"We promise not to announce to the public until all the details——"
"Oh, details!" Bagman interrupted, waving his hand disapprovingly, as if driving a group of mosquitoes. "They signed, didn't they? They agreed, didn't they? Right away the Hogwarts kids Will know about it."
"No! They signed it, but some extra people participated!" Crouch frowned and said, "To be honest, I'm worrying about this lately, should I agree to their request."
"That group of moldy country guys? Oh! You shouldn't have a headache for them, Barty, you can totally put their request on the spot where the country folks want to come to the city to meet the world, we should give them a chance, after all, we are all Generous English gentleman—"
"Ludo, you should know that we need to meet those Bulgarians." Crouch said harshly, interrupting Bagman's words, "Thank you for your tea, Wetherby."
He pushed the drunk teacup back into Percy's hand and waited for Ludo to get up.
Ludo struggled to stand up and drank the tea in the cup in one sip. It seemed that he hadn't talked to the fullest yet, but some topics were really not suitable to continue here.
"See you later!" he said, "You guys are on the top box with me-I'm the commentator of the game!"
He waved goodbye, but Barty Crouch nodded lightly, and then both apparated and disappeared.
"Is there anything going on at Hogwarts, Dad?" Fred asked immediately, "What did they just say?"
"You will know soon~www.novel35.com~Mr. Weasley said with a smile.
"This is a secret, and you won't know until the ministry decides to make it public." Percy said solemnly, "Mr. Crouch is right not to divulge secrets easily."
"Oh, shut up, Wetherby." Fred said.
George turned his gaze to Lynn, who had not spoken all the time, and he asked tentatively.
"I guess Lynn must know what it is."
Percy shook his head and said that it was impossible: "Even the ministry did not disclose this matter, and Lynn does not have a family member who works in the Ministry of Magic. He could not have known it."
Lynn said thoughtfully.
"It's about that game..."
All the people present suddenly opened their eyes wide.
"What event?" George and Fried urged Lynn to continue, but Mr. Weasley stopped.
"Although I don't know where you learned it from, you can't tell them Lynn that this matter cannot be made public until everything is arranged."
Lynn will come to life, he nodded to Mr. Weasley.
"I know Mr. Weasley, I won't talk about it outside."
Harry, Ron, and the twins wailed, begging Mr. Weasley to tell them only these people, and they promised not to publicize the matter.
Lynn is still thinking about the conversation between Crouch and Bagman just now.
The Triwizard Tournament will restart at Hogwarts. This is what he knows, but in the original book, this is a competitive competition jointly held by three European schools. What does it have to do with the people of the country?