To maintain the order of the Quidditch World Cup, almost all senior and staff members of the Ministry have been mobilized, some of whom have been without sleep for days.
On the journey ahead, he also saw Amelia Bones, the Director of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, Barty Crouch Jr., the Director of International Magical Cooperation, and his friend Amy, who was the Deputy Director.
Basically, the senior management of the Ministry was present, including Big Malfoy and those who ate death by the wall were also there.
"Everyone's here, just perfect for a clean sweep."
At the same time, George's physical illusion of Voldemort, along with those Death Eaters who had been imprisoned before, also arrived at the swamp area outside the stadium.
"Master, should we go straight in?"
Bellatrix extracted her wand, her eyes shining with excitement, without any sign of fear.
George glanced over, except for the Weasley Petunia, the rest of the Death Eaters' expressions were about the same as Bellatrix's.
Bellatrix and this group of Death Eaters, due to their prolonged use of dark magic for murder, have already been twisted and influenced by the dark magic.
Later, they were imprisoned in Azkaban and suffered daily torment from Dementors, essentially living in a state of madness and insanity, not much better than Voldemort's state after he divided his soul pieces.
"No, it's not the right time now. Let's wait until the game starts and everyone is on the field before we make our move."
"Remember, without my command, you are not to kill a single person. Otherwise, this will be your fate."
He pointed his wand at the Weasley, and a beam of green light shot towards the stunned Weasley, killing him instantly.
The crowd, though mentally half-mad, harbored deep respect for Voldemort engraved in their bones. Upon seeing him casually kill the Weasley, they all trembled and nodded in fear.
He wanted these Death Eaters to obey him unconditionally, so he had to occasionally intimidate them. Weasley, being a timid little snitch, was just the right tool for the job.
He had thought about it all night yesterday and had further refined his plan. Following the plan, the problem should not be a big one.
But the premise is to control these half-mad Death Eaters so that they do not go crazy and start killing randomly.
At 1:30 in the afternoon, tens of thousands of wizards from all over the world walked out of their tents, lining up to enter the competition venue and took their seats, cheering loudly.
At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, on the commentary stand, Minister for Magical Sports Ludo Bagman held his wand against his throat and casted an Enchantment Charm.
"Loud and clear!"
His voice spread throughout the stadium at once.
"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to the event! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!"
The audience erupted into a wave of loud cheers and applause.
At the same time, thousands of different flags were being waved in the air, accompanied by the chaotic national anthems of various countries.
On the giant magical blackboard in the air, the last advertisement (Bean Bursties - an adventure with every bite!) was erased.
The current display reads: England: 0, Ireland: 0.
"Okay, let's cut the small talk. I'd like to introduce... the mascot of the Irish national team!"
At this moment, the left side of the green team burst out in cheers, followed by a huge golden-green thing flying into the stadium.
The golden-green object exploded in the air, transforming into beautiful fireworks of various colors, and then turning into the iconic giant shamrock of Ireland.
In the end, countless gold coins fell from the sky and landed in the audience seats.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the inside of the clover contained many small bearded men with baskets scattering coins, Ireland's famous mascots, leprechauns.
Although the coins of these leprechauns cannot be used as real galleons, it doesn't stop everyone from frantically scrambling for them.
After all, there are still many children who don't know that, and they all think they are real galleons.
"Now!"
Ludo Bagman's voice echoed like a bell.
"Please raise your wand towards the sky... welcome the mascot of the England national team!"
A group of large red birds with long tail feathers flew into the stadium, circling the arena before stopping mid-air to start singing.
Their song was very beautiful, causing all the wizards to be absorbed in it, no longer bustling and arguing over the coins.
These birds are called Red Parrot Songbirds, their song is beautiful and soothing, able to calm the mind, and are the mascots of the England national team.
Each team of Quidditch from each country has its own mascot, such as the leprechaun for Ireland, the Siren for Bulgaria, the Kurupila for Brazil, and the Serma Lake Monster for Norway.
After the Red Parrot Songbirds finished their song and exited the field, both teams of Quidditch players took to the sky on their flying brooms.
The full team of the Irish team wore green jerseys, while the England team was all in red.
As the players took the field, the atmosphere at the scene was ignited once again, and everyone went wild cheering for their favorite teams and players.
Among them, George's cheers were the loudest.
In response to the cheers from the audience, the wizard who was responsible for magical projection in the Ministry gave George a special close-up shot.
"Now, let's welcome our referee, who has traveled all the way from Egypt to attend today's match, the beloved President of the International Quidditch Federation - Hassan Mustafa!"
A small, slender wizard wearing a pure gold robe that matched the color of the stadium walked confidently towards the field.
He had a large wooden box under his arm, and another arm carrying his broom.
"Unfair."
After solemnly reiterating the rules of the game to both teams, he kicked open the large wooden box and released four magical balls.
A bright red Quaffle, two black Kebab-like balls, and a very small, winged golden snitch. The golden snitch appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The speed of the golden snitch here was significantly faster than in school games, but because the golden snitch was made of metal, George always knew its location.
However, he did not immediately go to catch the golden snitch to end the game, because the thoughtform had just brought the Death Eaters in from the outside.
"Troy scores again, 10∶0, the Irish team is leading!"
It was less than twenty minutes into the game, and the Irish team had already scored ten points.
It's not surprising. In terms of real ability, the England team wouldn't even make the top ten, let alone beat the strongest Irish team.
They were able to advance mainly because George always managed to catch the golden snitch at the last moment, and this time was no different.
"It's raining, the match should be over!"
George, who had been standing still, watched as the little raindrops fell from the sky and accelerated on his flying broom towards the location where the golden snitch was hiding.
The Thoughtform impersonation of Voldemort, who had entered the venue to complete the first step of his plan, was now ready to initiate the second step by ending the match.
