Serena walked to the table, picked the quill up, then signed her name : Serena Campbell. She looked to her left side, and was really surprised to see a Pensieve there. "This sure is complex magic! I've never seen one before." She tapped her fingers onto her head. "Hmm... A memory of the Minister or Ms.Belle... Ha! I've got one here." She put her wand onto her temple, then drew the long, silver memory into the Pensieve.

"Auntie, how long will it take for us to go to the Portkey? My legs are hurting." "Not for long, dear. Just about 3 or 4 minutes. We're getting near." Serena are walking with her aunt, who happens to be the Vietnam Minister of Magic. They are going to attend the Quidditch World Cup today. "I can't wait to see we defeat Britain. It's been years since we managed to enter the final match." Her aunt smiled. "Auntie, Britain is strong. I think we're the one to be crushed, not them." Serena protested. "Does it hurt to hope, Serena? Why don't we keep an optimistic look of the future for ourselves?"
...

The match have ended. People wearing red robes with yellow stars
(Vietnam's flag) everywhere are disappointed with the result of the match. On the other side, British fans are cheering loudly, enough for Muggles who live miles away to hear. Then, Serena heard a voice above her. "Congratulations to the Vietnamese team." "Sir, I don't think we deserve it. We lost." It turned out to be the voice of the Britain Minister of Magic, Mr. Cooper, who was speaking with her aunt. "There are things that is more important than victory. They have fought bravely." "You're right, Minister Cooper. And, who knows? Someday, they might see each other again, and Vietnam might defeat Britain." Serena thought for herself. Maybe, someday, when she grow up, she will work for the Britain Ministry of Magic. Working under someone like Mr. Cooper is an honor.
The memory goes black.