The long-planned amusement park officially opened.
It was a massive venture, covering an area comparable to Hogwarts.
The park was divided into several sections: the animal zone, the plant zone, the aurora zone, the extreme zone, the flight zone, and the celestial zone.
Among them, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly the Quidditch stadium, built on the scale of a World Cup venue.
This stadium would also serve as the site for future internal Quidditch competitions.
Although Quidditch in the wizarding world was often compared to Muggle football, its competition system was rather peculiar. The numerous clubs seemed to serve only one purpose, which was to compete for qualification in the World Cup.
John worked with the Department of Magical Games and Sports to introduce more structured divisions.
Quidditch was divided into three tiers: the Premier Wizard League, the Advanced Wizard League, and the Entry-Level Wizard League.
Promotion and relegation followed a system of two teams moving up and two moving down.
This maintained a stable number of teams in each league while increasing the appeal of the matches.
The league system would officially begin in August this year.
The amusement park also gathered a wide variety of food, including both wizarding cuisine and delicacies from the Muggle world.
There were also bands performing throughout the park, with the possibility of encountering special surprise appearances.
"Working with the authorities really does make things easier."
John remarked as he held an ice cream.
If Silverhand Specialty Store had tried to handle all of this alone, it would never have been completed so smoothly.
Take the Quidditch competition system as an example. It required approval from the Department of Magical Games and Sports to be established.
And even then, it was only being implemented within a single country.
John glanced to the side. Over a dozen Ministers of Magic from various countries were examining the place with critical eyes.
As they learned more, their expressions gradually turned into amazement.
When they heard about the reform of the Quidditch competitions, they became even more aware of the business potential.
Not every businessman could become a qualified politician, but politicians often possessed the instincts of a businessman.
They could see that with such reforms, Quidditch, the wizarding world's equivalent of football, would not only become more prominent but would also greatly increase the commercial value of the clubs.
Clubs that failed to qualify for the Quidditch World Cup would no longer need to train in isolation. They could now strive through this league system.
The French Minister of Magic, Charles Roland, sighed in admiration. "Mr. Wick's mind seems full of ideas."
His gaze lingered eagerly on the stadium. A World Cup-level venue was not something meant to be used and then dismantled.
Once the competitions began, ticket sales alone would be enough to significantly increase the Ministry's funds.
These were all achievements.
At present, only Silverhand Fashion Construction Company had the capability to build such structures.
This only strengthened Charles Roland's desire to cooperate with John.
And he was not the only one. The other Ministers of Magic felt the same.
The German Minister looked over everything, his eyes darkening as he raised a question.
"Placing such an important location near a werewolf settlement does not seem appropriate."
His gaze swept across the other ministers. "Werewolves are dangerous magical creatures. If something happens…"
He left the sentence unfinished, but the implication was clear.
The creation of the Wolfsbane Potion had brought some control to werewolf attacks, yet in the eyes of most wizards, they remained synonymous with danger.
Building such a place near werewolves was practically pushing people into their claws.
Barty Crouch Sr. glanced at the German Minister and said, "Rest assured, we have prepared for any unexpected situations."
"I believe it is time for us to attend the opening ceremony."
…
The opening ceremony was unprecedentedly grand.
All kinds of strange fireworks from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes burst into the sky. A surging fire dragon soared toward the stands, drawing waves of astonished cries.
More than ten thousand wizards attended this opening.
They came from all over the world and would serve as important channels for spreading news of this place.
Candy-filled balloons floated through the air, and falling chocolate melted sweetly on the tongue.
If a flying broom fell, it would be caught by a surface as soft as cotton.
Even if someone flew out, it did not matter. They would experience the joy of being launched back up.
The aurora zone was dreamlike and beautiful, while the animal zone was thrilling and exciting.
Or one could take on a maze adventure in the plant zone. Completing it would earn rewards from the amusement park.
They could also visit the celestial zone to experience the vastness of the universe and the movements of the stars.
The extreme zone stimulated the senses to their limits.
All kinds of experiences kept the wizards lingering, unwilling to leave.
Outside the amusement park.
A group of werewolves watched it intently, their eyes filled with resentment toward the world.
…
After the opening ceremony, the German Minister of Magic's expression shifted.
Barty Crouch Sr. kept a close watch on him.
Sensing something off in his own demeanor, the German Minister quickly composed himself.
Until the end of the day, he never received the outcome he had been waiting for.
Barty Crouch Sr. received a message from Zoffi.
His face darkened as he went outside the amusement park.
A group of subdued werewolves stood before him.
"They're not local werewolves," Zoffi said. "They tried to enter the park and were captured by us."
John arrived at a leisurely pace and said calmly, "We are not without enemies."
Listening to the accents of the werewolves, John smiled.
"Using others as a blade, trying to disrupt the current situation."
"Who did this?" Barty Crouch Sr. asked, uncertain.
John said casually, "We have no shortage of enemies, Barty."
Not only abroad, but also within the country, there were people who might have done this.
Barty Crouch Sr. could not help but feel relieved that Zoffi and the others had prevented a major incident.
Using werewolves to deal with werewolves allowed them to understand each other better and detect danger more easily.
He decided to push forward the proposal of "werewolves managing werewolves" ahead of schedule.
The wizards who had experienced the amusement park that day returned to their homes by Portkey.
After today, everyone would know about this magical amusement park.
—"Silverhand Amusement Park Grand Opening, Ministers of Magic from Various Countries Attend"—
Newspapers, accompanied by dozens of photographs of the park, spread across the world.
Almost overnight, the amusement park became the talk of everyone.
Especially among domestic wizards. After attending the Quidditch tournament in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley last time, many had been unable to forget that world-class stadium.
Now that they heard the news, they flocked to the amusement park.
The Weasley twins were so busy they barely had a moment to breathe. Even Ron and Bill had been called over to help.
Their products were almost always among the top three bestsellers in the amusement park.
"Bill, it seems you've lost your girlfriend."
Fred mentioned it casually, and Bill immediately became dejected.
As both a boyfriend and a son, Bill was caught between Mrs. Weasley and Fleur.
He had not been in contact with Fleur for nearly a month. The last time he saw her was during the battle at Hogwarts.
Although he had written her many letters, none had received a reply.
"Alright, I'm sorry." Fred realized he had said the wrong thing and handed a bag of roasted fire dragon chestnuts to Bill.
"No, no, not for you. Take them to that chubby one."
Fred quickly stopped Bill from eating the chestnuts, leaving Bill with a dark expression as he went to deliver them.
The chubby child burst into tears at his fierce appearance.
George burst out laughing at the sight, while Ron struggled miserably, carrying a large crate as he pushed his way through a group of children.
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