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However, there was one detail he deliberately kept—the vulnerability to the Anti-Apparition Jinx.
The Apparition that George personally used was already immune to Anti-Apparition spells, even at Hogwarts. However, the Apparition he described in his book still retained this weakness.
He had intentionally preserved this flaw. After all, if Apparition across the wizarding world became completely unaffected by Anti-Apparition spells, it would pose a significant threat to the entire magical community.
Hearing this, the Weasley twins immediately understood. As soon as the match was over, they planned to sneak into their father's room to steal the book—or simply buy a copy from Diagon Alley.
At that moment, Arthur, Bill, and Charlie also Apparated in.
Mrs. Weasley, one of the rare witches uninterested in Quidditch, had chosen not to come.
"Good morning, George, Arthur!"
Just as everyone gathered, two figures emerged from the misty swamp. They were dressed like Muggles—albeit clearly unfamiliar with Muggle fashion.
A floral suit paired with tall rubber boots, and a Scottish kilt matched with a South American poncho.
These were Ministry of Magic employees patrolling the outskirts of the stadium. Their job was to guide wizards arriving by Apparition or Portkey and to keep curious Muggles away.
"Good morning, Basil, Cawkes!"
George and the Weasleys raised their hands in greeting.
Basil, dressed in the floral suit, walked up looking weary and envious.
"You lot are lucky not to be on duty. We've been stationed here since last night and have been running around non-stop ever since."
He pulled out a piece of parchment and glanced at it.
"You're staying at the first campsite. Walk forward about a quarter of a mile. The camp administrator there is Roberts."
"Thanks, Basil."
George and Arthur greeted the two men and then led the group toward the campsite.
The Quidditch World Cup had drawn nearly 100,000 wizards from around the world. To prevent detection by increasingly tech-savvy Muggles, the Ministry had chosen an exceptionally remote location.
They had spent several months constructing a stadium capable of holding 100,000 spectators.
Crossing a desolate swamp and magical thick fog, they climbed a gently sloping hill of green grass and finally arrived at their destination.
"Wow, so many people! This is amazing!"
Hermione and the others couldn't help exclaiming in awe.
They had never seen so many wizards gathered in one place. It was truly fascinating.
The grassland was covered in countless tents, each flying little flags of various colors, stretching out as far as the eye could see.
In the open spaces outside the tents, wizards of all ages from different countries mingled. Stalls had sprung up to accommodate the crowd, selling food, drinks, supplies, and more.
There were also unexpected magical performances and all kinds of advertisements.
The Ministry of Magic hadn't organized the Quidditch World Cup just for honor—it was also for Galleons.
Held once every four years, the World Cup brought together 100,000 wizards whose collective spending far exceeded the cost of building the venue.
Even without considering anything else, just the sale of 100,000 tickets was already a huge profit. Add in the rental fees for magical tents and vendor stalls, and the revenue skyrocketed.
That's why each time the Quidditch World Cup came around, ministers from magical governments across the globe fiercely competed to host it.
It was said that, during the most intense dispute, the ministers even came to blows at an international conference.
Fortunately, no one used wands—they resolved it with their fists.
"Our tent is over there!"
George scanned the area and quickly located their tent in the first zone. After registering with the camp administrator, he led everyone inside a magically expanded tent using the Extension Charm.
But the moment he stepped inside, he saw someone waiting for him.
"George, finally! Come with me to the stadium—there are only three hours left before the match starts!"
Ludo Bagman lit up when he saw George, grabbing his arm excitedly and pulling him out of the tent to meet up with the team at the stadium.
He was leading the England team, which had made it to the finals. Lately, he had been basking in glory, pouring everything he had—heart and soul—into this final match.
Whether or not the grand finale would go smoothly now depended entirely on George.
Without George, there was no way the Ireland team could defeat Bulgaria.
That's why Bagman had been waiting at the Weasleys' tent since early morning for George to arrive.
"Well then, I'll be off. See you all after the match!"
George didn't object. He waved to Hermione and the others and got ready to follow Ludo.
Hermione and her friends shouted after him excitedly:
"George! We'll be cheering for you with everything we've got—bring home the championship!"
As he exited the tent, George spotted Harry, who had arrived with Sirius. They exchanged greetings before Harry and Sirius also entered the Weasleys' tent.
On his way to the stadium, George ran into many familiar faces—most of them students from Hogwarts.
They had come with their families to watch the match.
After walking for a good half hour, passing through several sections of magical tents, George finally reached a large patch of elevated grassland and caught sight of the stadium.
On the outside, the stadium resembled a typical Muggle football arena.
The difference was that a large section beneath the surface had been hollowed out to form a vast underground spectator area.
The actual Quidditch pitch was deep below ground.
If a stadium large enough to seat 100,000 wizards had been built above ground, it would be far too conspicuous. Even with magic, it would be difficult to hide from Muggle eyes.
But placing it underground solved the problem—once the event ended, magic could quickly restore the land to its original state, making it far less likely to attract attention.
"Dumbledore is here too?"
As George entered the stadium, he spotted Dumbledore speaking with Minister Fudge, along with Professors Snape, McGonagall, and others.
That wasn't surprising. After all, Azkaban had been destroyed and the Death Eaters had escaped.
Even though Fudge refused to admit publicly that Voldemort was behind it, insisting it had been a freak accident, he was clearly nervous.
He was probably afraid that the Death Eaters would use the Quidditch World Cup as an opportunity to cause chaos—something that would be disastrous for his reputation.
Many were already calling for his resignation, criticizing him for failing to capture even a single Death Eater since the prison break.
If anything went wrong during the Quidditch World Cup—if dozens of wizards were injured or killed—no excuse would save Fudge. He'd be finished.
That's why Fudge had specially invited Dumbledore and several Hogwarts professors to serve as protection.
(End of Chapter)