It was just past midnight, and dawn had not yet arrived. The moon and stars were still hanging in the sky, and a faint gray-green color appeared on the sea level in the distance. It was early morning, when people slept the soundest. Harry rode on his broom, feeling the cold sea breeze, and rehearsed the action plan in his mind over and over again.

Today was the day to close the net, and the last batch of mercenaries mixed into the island with the tourists.

The huge floating island was dismantled one by one in his mind, and replaced by a densely packed traffic map: thousands of flooing points, more than two hundred knight buses, tens of thousands of low-altitude sightseeing brooms, and less popular magical means of transportation such as flying carpets and hovercrafts...

and apparition bases.

The Floating Island's management agency has a relatively sound regulation on wizards' Apparition on the island. Normally, it only retains external defense, that is, it prohibits outsiders from sneaking directly into the island, and conversely, wizards are not allowed to leave at will, but there are no restrictions on the inside; during the World Cup, it is much stricter, and a series of prohibited Apparition zones are announced in advance. Except for a few places - such as stadiums that can accommodate 500,000 spectators and their surroundings, and strongholds controlled by Aurors, wizards are strictly prohibited from Apparition in other areas.

The latter - Auror strongholds - is one of the secrets of the Floating Island to deal with most emergencies with less manpower. In order to be on the safe side, Harry even temporarily formed a dozen elite wizard teams to provide support at any time.

At this time, a figure rushed over. It was Ron, who moved the broom handle in front of Harry.

"Everyone is ready. When do we start?"

"Now."

"Cool!" Ron gave a thumbs up. "See those Billywig bugs? I can't wait for them to take pictures of my wizard chess pieces charging..."

"Don't wake up everyone on the island." Harry reminded.

"I really thought about it," Ron said with a little regret in his tone: "It's a pity that you arranged a group of people to cast the Whispering Charm and the Repairing Charm."

The two landed on the ground on brooms, and the fully armed people disappeared from Harry's sight. Harry tightened his wand. They were his relatives, classmates, friends, and comrades-in-arms. They responded to his call without hesitation. He must do his best to protect their safety.

The battle started before dawn and ended before dawn. Harry's Patronus cut through the darkness. Near the stadium, his close-range continuous Apparition became a nightmare for all enemies. He hardly encountered much decent resistance; and in most cases, the battle was over before Harry rushed to support. Harry heard the Creevey brothers complaining in a low voice that they didn't even catch a single enemy.

"I knocked down seven!" Sirius walked around excitedly, "I must let little Rosalie know, and there's little Edgar too! Grandpa Phineas who loves to preach!" Harry grinned. Little Edgar was Sirius' second child, the one who was almost named 'James', and later inherited the name of Ms. Bones' brother.

As for Grandpa Phineas mentioned by Sirius, it was actually a portrait in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts. Since Sirius had a child, he often went back to visit and liked to give suggestions.

Harry walked to the corner, and Hermione was yawning. She danced all night, and when she came back, she learned that the action was imminent and rushed over again. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She reluctantly greeted him, "Oh - ha - Harry, is there anything else? I'm going to go back to sleep... Come over when I have time."

"Well, okay." Harry hesitated and said, he still didn't say thank you - since Hermione was here, the professor must have come too, but he just didn't show up. Today's action was originally a factor in building momentum for him.

Hermione smiled and waved her hand, "Come on, Harry!" She turned and merged into the shadows. Harry seemed to see the professor nodding at him with a smile, and the two disappeared together. Harry took a deep breath. He still had a lot to do. After the World Cup was over, he would have plenty of time to have a good chat with Professor Hep.

In the early morning, the sleeping city woke up again. Looking down from a high place, ant-like little people poured out of the hotel and merged into the main roads. Today was the day when the Quidditch World Cup began. Although the opening ceremony would not be held until the evening, the warm atmosphere in the air was already beating restlessly.

Many tourists learned what happened in the early morning from the newspapers. A large group of curious people gathered in the pub, talking about how more than three hundred organized and premeditated criminals were caught in one fell swoop while they were sleeping soundly.

"It's not that there was no noise at all," one person said, "I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and vaguely heard someone shouting 'charge' and 'give me one' or something like that, but the volume was too low, not even as loud as the toilet."

"It was a hushing spell, and a law enforcement officer cast a hushing spell nearby." A wizard shouted, "This shows that the battle was under control from beginning to end."

"So the owner of the island is a talent?" someone asked. "

Ahem, it's the island manager," the wizard coughed violently, "Harry Potter is not small, he is very famous in the UK."

"Really, but compared to Hep..."

The wizard stopped talking. This is an indisputable fact. No wizard can compare to Felix Hep in influence, not even close, but then again, the requirements for managing a floating island are not that high.

These people quickly turned the topic to other places, discussing the opening ceremony in the evening, arguing about which country's team would win, and soon, two drunk and irritable guys with national flags painted on their faces fought in the bar, and the people around them cheered enthusiastically.

The tavern waiter turned a blind eye to this and just turned on the TV. The screen was reporting the morning news:

"...327 criminals were arrested. After interrogation, it was learned that these people were from twelve well-known anti-wizard groups. Enchanted guns and materials for making magic bombs were seized from their hiding places. This had been planned for more than three months..."

The people in the tavern stared blankly at the subsequent battle video. Most of them - including the wizard - saw the first time for a regular wizard team to fight, which completely overturned their previous cognition: the nightmare spell invaded silently, the Transfiguration turned the wall into an open door, the Whispering Charm and the Disillusionment Charm blocked the sound and vision, in addition, there was smoke covering half a block, and magic puppets more than ten feet high... and no one thought that the Aurors' fully armed equipment was just decoration. It might not work at all, or it might have worked but they couldn't see it...

Among them, the silver stag patronus was very impressive. As long as it appeared, it basically meant that the battle would be over within seconds.

It was almost noon when Valen sat up from the cradle. His mind was a little confused. He only remembered that he was guarding the door of the big devil's bedroom yesterday... Valen jumped down and ran into the bedroom. The scene in front of him made him angry. The two guys were lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. He didn't know when they came back last night. Now they were all - he looked up at the time, 11:59; Valen smacked his lips and waited quietly for more than ten seconds. When the pointer jumped to 12 and continued to go down, he immediately jumped onto the bed and shook the quilt vigorously. Ah, it's past twelve o'clock! You guys sleep too much!

Felix reached out his hand in a daze and stuck Valen to the head of the bed. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and looked into Sniff's eyes.

"How did you stick yourself together?" Felix scratched his nose carelessly.

Valen was stunned for a moment, then struggled hard, "Squeak!

"

It was already afternoon when Felix and Hermione had dinner. The TV was still dutifully broadcasting the scenes of the wizard team fighting bravely, and there were also many interviews, such as Rolf, who praised his wife's skills; when the reporter was interviewing Seamus and Dean, he didn't notice that the scene of Ms. Bones scolding her youngest son was also included in the camera, "Glop knows more words than you, at least one of you and your father should be ashamed..." Felix and Hermione, who were playing wizard cards, turned their heads and just saw the scene of Sirius picking his nose.

However, after six o'clock in the evening, there was more news about the stadium. The two changed their clothes and appeared in the stadium with an angry Valen. The stadium was full of noise. Their seats were on the top floor. They greeted various people who had no impression of them along the way, and then appeared in the box.

Felix breathed a sigh of relief. There were familiar faces inside. In addition to a group of Hogwarts professors, the Longbottoms, Lupin and Tonks, Luna and Rolf, Sirius and Bones, the Weasley family, Draco and Astoria were all there, as well as a dozen children of different ages.

He and Hermione sat in the first row, next to Professor McGonagall.

"Felix," Professor McGonagall nodded at him, "Madame Maxime came and talked to me about joining forces with other magic schools. You know, jointly studying the intersection of magic and science..."

"It would be best if we could include Muggle universities." Hermione interrupted.

"We do have this plan," said Professor McGonagall, "but it's still in the process of preparation. We need to reach a consensus with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang first, and it would be best if we could include Ilvermorny and Ulgardo--" "

Prepare for another tournament?" Felix asked with interest.

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment. "Not impossible. If I can do it before I retire..."

The advertisements on the circular curtains around the stadium disappeared. The camera moved away from the prominent politicians and followed Harry's back all the way to the top floor. Then it began to play the battle scene during the day, and the crowd cheered.

Harry sat next to Ginny.

"Where are the children?"

Ginny sighed. "James went to see Teddy, Rosalie is with Victoire, and Albus--" She raised her chin. Harry looked over and saw Albus exchanging souvenirs with little Scorpius. Draco nodded at Harry.

"Harry." At this time, Sirius waved at Harry and Harry sat over. He put his arm around Harry's shoulders and pointed to the Patronus on the screen. "How do you feel?" The meaning was obvious.

Harry scratched his head. "There are many things that I haven't had time to understand in depth--"

"Go to him!" Sirius nodded at Lupin. "He knows it best."

Harry blinked and looked at Lupin.

"What Sirius said is more or less the same. Future World Company is indeed obliged to cooperate with you, and what we have done in recent years will also be of reference significance for you to manage the floating island." Lupin said, "There is only one thing we need to do, or for one goal: to integrate magic into all areas it can touch as much as possible! After more than ten years, we are finally seeing initial results..." "Initially

seeing initial results?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Lupin explained, "Magic and science are becoming more and more closely integrated, and have truly become part of the world's operation. No one or group has the ability to forcibly separate them - that means a huge change in existing life."

Harry was greatly shocked. Then he felt heavy in his heart.

Lupin smiled slightly, "The responsibility is great, but don't feel pressured. You have just proved your ability, and there will be many opportunities in the future. And we are all here. Felix is ​​also here."

He knew that the world was getting better and on the right path. People who go up the mountain will not be tripped by one or two stones.

"We are ushering in an unprecedented prosperous era." He said in a powerful and confident voice.

As if responding to Lupin's words, Felix, who was whispering to Professor McGonagall on the podium, found that the stadium gradually became quiet. Hermione quietly pushed him, and a huge screen composed of countless curtains projected Felix's face on it.

At the same time, his face also appeared in the tavern on the floating island, the open field, and on the TV broadcasts around the world.

Felix stood up from the stands and opened his arms - people held their breath. This Quidditch World Cup attracted the attention of the whole world, so for a few seconds, it seemed that the entire floating island and even the outside world were quiet by more than ten decibels. His voice was clearly transmitted to every corner of the stadium and appeared on every screen with the help of magic.

"Everyone - welcome to the opening ceremony of the 426th Quidditch World Cup! Welcome! Ladies and gentlemen... let the carnival be more intense, the celebration will start now -"

"Begin!

!"

The extremely warm cheers and applause resounded throughout the island, deafening; millions of arms waved enthusiastically in the air, and flags of various colors fluttered above the heads of the crowd, weaving a sea of ​​joy; followed by an even more dazzling scene: countless fireworks burst and condensed into gorgeous patterns above the night sky, and the sky became a colorful curtain larger than the stadium. The tide-like excited screams seemed to penetrate the thick clouds and echoed in the ears of tourists for a long time. Everyone's face was filled with unquenchable joy -

the prosperous era was just around the corner.