"Dad, please stop being so secretive. What is it that is closely related to us?" George asked anxiously.
"George, you are so naive!" Compared to his twin brother, Fred was a little listless. "What other things are closely related to us students in school? It must be some kind of exams, homework, assignments, etc... …”
"If you ask me, maybe the Ministry of Magic can come up with something like new exam regulations. It will be even harder to pass the ordinary wizard level exam in the future. Let alone the advanced wizard level exam."
"You actually have the guts to take the exam?" Hearing Fred's complaint, Mrs. Weasley glared at him and George fiercely, "I haven't talked about you two yet, but you should tell me about your O ..How many exams did you pass in total? The two of them combined don’t have as many certificates as Percy alone!”
"Yes, Percy, the outstanding intern of the Ministry of Magic -" George said in a long tone, "We have seen a long time ago that he can bend his waist into a shrimp when meeting any junior official of the Ministry of Magic!"
"Yes, Percy is the best at doing this kind of thing. If he meets someone at the level of a senior official from the Ministry of Magic, maybe Percy can wipe the floor with his nose!" Fred said with a smile.
"Shut up, Fred, George!" Percy's face turned red with anger.
"You have no right to laugh at Percy!" Obviously, Mrs. Weasley was looking at Percy, who had obtained twelve certificates. "Percy at least has long-term ambitions. What about you?"
"I used to think about all your prank stuff all day long, but you actually told me that you want to open a joke shop in the future? I think you just want to piss me off!"
"Mom, this is industry discrimination! Every profession has a reason for its existence." Fred shouted loudly, "Quidditch was also regarded as a pastime by wizards at first, and now it has become a kind of entertainment. It’s a decent career!”
"Yes, Mom, you and Dad wanted Charlie to become a professional Quidditch player at that time!" George also protested from the side, "So why can't a joke product that is also used as a pastime be considered a real career?"
Mrs. Weiss was stunned.
She glanced at the tents scattered all over the place. These were all spectators coming to see the final results of the Quidditch World Cup, and for a moment she couldn't find any words to refute.
At this moment, Mr. Wesley suddenly jumped up, smiled and waved to a man who was striding over.
"Here, let me introduce to you. This is one of the most important figures in this Quidditch World Cup final." He introduced to Harry and other children, "Ludo Bagman! He is a sportsman Director of the Sports Department.”
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The sparks shot up more than twenty feet high. They were going to stop them and prevent magic from being exposed to Muggles.
"Director Bagman, good morning!" Percy hurriedly stepped forward and bowed deeply.
He bowed too eagerly, and the glasses on his face fell to the ground with the inertia.
Fred and George burst out laughing next to them.
"What did I say, what did I say!" Fred shouted excitedly, "Percy can really wipe the floor with his nose!"
Percy awkwardly picked up his glasses that he had dropped on the ground, his face as red as charcoal in a bonfire in front of the tent.
"Ah, by the way," Mr. Weasley smiled and introduced Bagman again.
"This is my son Percy. He has just arrived at the Ministry of Magic. This is Fred... no, it's George, I'm sorry, that's Fred. This is my son Ron, and my daughter Ginny. ;This is Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."
"Oh, by the way, there's Sirius Black, Harry's godfather."
Bagman looked slightly surprised when he heard Harry's name, and his eyes immediately glanced at the scar on Harry's forehead.
Harry was so used to this kind of behavior from others that his expression didn't even change.
When Mr. Weasley read Sirius's name, Bagman was obviously startled and subconsciously wanted to step back.
It wasn't until he saw that Sirius was not as cruel and crazy as the wanted poster that he breathed a sigh of relief.
"You have to thank Ludo," Mr. Weasley continued. "It's thanks to him that we got such a good ticket——"
"Ah, hello, everyone!" Bagman smiled with a smile on his face and waved his hand, "This is nothing, Arthur and I are old friends."
"Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur?" Then he asked eagerly.
Bagman jingled the pockets of his yellow and black robe, which seemed to contain a lot of gold coins. "I've convinced Roddy Pontene to bet me that Bulgaria will score the first goal - I High odds on him as I consider Ireland's number three forward to be the best I've seen in years... Junior Agatha Timms puts half of her Eel Farm shares on Yes, I bet that the game will last a week.”….
"Oh... okay then," Mr. Weasley hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let me think about it... I'll bet Ireland a Galleons to win, okay?"
"One Galleung?" Ludo Bagman looked a little disappointed, but soon regained his interest, "Very good, very good...Does anyone else want to bet?"
"They are too young to gamble." Mr. Weasley blocked the excited Fred and George. "Molly won't want to..."
However, how could Fred and George, the two self-proclaimed gambling kings of Hogwarts, be willing to give up this excellent opportunity? They took out a lot of gold galleons.
Ron was stunned as he watched. He never knew that his two brothers were so rich.
"Wait, where did you get so much money?" Mr. Weislai was also stunned for a moment.
"That's all thanks to those generous Slytherin bosses!" Fred said with a smile.
"Professor Dracula also kindly sponsored part of it." George added.
"Okay, no matter how you saved it, but listen to me..." Mr. Weasley lowered his voice and said, "I don't want you to gamble. This is all your savings, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Weasley began to scold him loudly.
"You two are still gambling at Hogwarts?!" She expressed all her anger that she had just been silenced by the twins. "I know why you failed the exam. It turns out that you have been there all day long. Do this kind of thing!"
"Hey, today is a happy day, don't spoil it, Arthur, Molly!" Bagman said gruffly, jingling the money in his pocket excitedly, "They have grown up and know What do you want?"
"Um,
Since Ludo interceded for them..." Mrs. Weasley hesitated for a moment, then glared at the twins fiercely, "This is just this time, it won't happen next time!"
Mainly because of the current high spirits of the Director of the Sports Department, Mrs. Weasley compromised once for the sake of Percy's popularity in the Ministry of Magic.
"I know, Mom!"
Fred and George jumped up happily and told Bagman their choice.
"You think Ireland will win, but Krum can catch the Snitch? No way, kids, no way...I'm giving you great odds...plus that funny wand for it. Five galleons, okay, then shall we..."
Ludo Bagman quickly took out his notebook and quill, and scribbled down the names of the twin brothers. Mr. and Mrs. Wesley looked on with some concern.
"It's done." George took the small piece of parchment handed to him by Bagman and stuffed it into the front of his robe.
Bagman, who had secured another big order, was in a good mood and turned to Mr. Weislai with great joy.
"Arthur, can you do me a favor?" he asked. "I've been looking for Barty Crouch. The Bulgarian official I'm dealing with is making things difficult for us, but I don't know a word he says. I can’t understand either. Batty can solve this problem, he can speak about 150 languages.”
"Mr. Crouch?" Percy said suddenly. He had been frozen because of the twins' ridicule, and now he suddenly found a topic to interrupt. "He can speak two hundred languages! Mermaid's, turkey's, and... There’s a giant monster…”….
"Anyone can speak the language of trolls," Fred said disapprovingly. "All you have to do is point at it and make a purring sound."
Percy gave Fred a vicious look, and then discussed with Bagman where Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, might be.
At this moment, a silver-haired figure appeared beside the Weslay family at some unknown time, looking thoughtfully at Bagman, who was chatting with Percy.
"Hey, Professor Dracula, when did you come?" Harry was the first to notice an extra figure here. After seeing who it was, he asked in surprise, "I thought you didn't like Quidditch. !」
"I really have no interest in the game itself." Dracula nodded, "However, in the near future, there may be a lot of fun near this World Cup venue."
Dracula raised his lips happily and turned to look at Fred and George.
"Are you really going to make a bet with him?" He asked the twins, "If you put all your wealth on it, aren't you afraid of losing?"
"Don't be afraid, we have a hunch!" Fred said confidently.
"It's not all a hunch. We still have factual basis." George is obviously full of confidence. "In this game, judging from the overall strength of the team, Ireland is obviously more than one level stronger than Bulgaria."
"But who gave Bulgaria Krum? He is the best seeker we have ever seen!"
"Don't worry, Professor Dracula, the two of us have made so many bets, and we really haven't lost a few times!"
Fred and George looked at each other with a playful smile, both of them looking confident.
"Is that so?" Dracula thought for a moment, took out a bag of gold galleons from his pocket, and threw it in front of Bagman.
"Mr. Bagman, give me a bet too." He chuckled, "Just like Fred and George."
Bagman, who was bragging with Percy, turned his head. When he saw this bag of gold Galleons, his mouth opened unconsciously, big enough to stuff a Quaffle inside.
Then, Bagman's face showed uncontrollable ecstasy.
"Ah, no problem, of course no problem! Professor Dracula, right? Don't worry, I will definitely give you a very high multiplier. Just wait and make big money!"
Of course, Bagman said that Dracula and the twins would make a lot of money, but what he was thinking about was that he would make a lot of money this time.
Now that I have enough
Enough gold Galleons, Bagman is too lazy to chat and brag with Percy here anymore, and even his interest in the Quidditch game has weakened a lot.
Now he just wants to take these gold galleons back and hide them.
After Bagman left, Fred and George happily approached Dracula.
"Professor Dracula, do you think our guess is accurate?" George asked expectantly.
"That's not true, I just want to see what the Director of the Sports Department will do." Dracula chuckled and shook his head, "Seriously, even if you guessed it right, the money you two won You may not be able to come over.”
"Ah? Why is this happening?" Fred's eyes widened in shock, "The director of the Sports Department wouldn't be a rogue, would he?"
"That's not necessarily true." Dracula sneered, "I just noticed that his behavior was unusual, so I took a look with Legilimency..."
"You may not believe it, but Director Bagman owes a lot of gambling debts, and he is just waiting for this Quidditch World Cup final to repay his debts!"
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