Chapter 493 Quidditch World Cup (IV)

Bagmon happily handed over the parchment with the list. Fanlin smiled and then took the parchment with both hands.

Fan Lin's bet was bigger than he had put together in the past few days. Strictly speaking, his capital was not enough to take Fan Lin's bet, and...

"Wait a minute..." Bagmon suddenly said, "What's your choice? The Irish team wins?"

"Of course," Fan Lin nodded, "However, like Fred and George, I chose to have Krum of the Bulgarian team catch the Golden Snitch."

"Let me see..." Bagmon said, "Ireland wins... the odds are 1: and if Krum catches the Golden Snitch, Ireland wins... I do the math, it's probably... 1: 5...If you are really right, this is a lot of gold galleons." Bagmon chuckled. In his eyes, these two hundred gold galleons have been settled. out of his pocket.

Fan Lin didn't care about the odds. In his eyes, these gold galleons were just money to buy some materials, which could be consumed in one alchemy experiment.

However, Fanlin still felt very unhappy after being deceived by Bagmon for so many Jin Jialong. However, Fanlin still felt uncomfortable about drawing such a conclusion about Bagmon's definition.

Just think of it as helping Fred and George. If Bagmon doesn't follow through on the bet, he will definitely regret it.

Fan Lin chuckled, and a pale golden rune was forced out from the palm of his hand. He gave Bagmon so many gold coins in vain. Even if Fan Lin was a prodigal, he couldn't do it. However, if Fan Lin dared to do so, he would naturally have his insurance method. .

This is the golden contract rune. Athena sealed the divine pattern on the back of his hand. During the analysis, many novel things were naturally discovered.

The powerful ancient contract runes can even be used to form contracts with gods. It is too overkill to use them here. However, Fanlin's grasp is not perfect, and he can only use part of the power now.

However, this is enough. As long as the other party signs his name and violates the contract, Bagmon...hehe.

"Mr. Bagmon, should I write my name on it?" Fan Lin asked tentatively.

"Of course, if you are willing to do it for me." Bagmon said, he did not notice Fan Lin's movements. In fact, with the help of his body's shield, Fan Lin's movements were very hidden and disappeared in a flash.

Fan Lin quickly signed his name on it, and then the golden rune mark was hidden on the parchment, which was very good.

"Mr. Bagmon, is this a magic contract?" Fan Lin asked, "If so, do you want to sign it after each person's name or..."

"Oh, no need to bother." Bagmon took the parchment handed to him by Fan Lin.

"Just sign at the bottom, right here." Bagmon said, signing his name at the bottom of the parchment.

Fan Lin nodded. He tested it with his magic power and found that it was just a magical contract full of loopholes. Bagmon also signed it. He just perfected the contract.

"Of course, I'm relieved, Mr. Bagmon. It seems that you are very knowledgeable about magical contracts."

"It's just some hobbies and simple dabbling." Bagmon put the parchment in his arms. He was already satisfied with today's trip. It was more than two hundred gold galleons, which was a large amount of gold coins. .

"Take this, it belongs to you." Bagmon said, and he returned the share that belonged to Fan Lin to Fan Lin.

Bagmon turned to Mr. Weasley very excitedly, his mood brightening with the income of two hundred gold galleons.

"I don't think the plot will succeed. I can't pay attention to Barty Crouch. Our Bulgarian opponent is already causing difficulties. I can't understand a word he says. Barty can figure it out, he can speak a hundred Fifty languages.”

"Mr. Crouch?" asked Percy, suddenly giving up his objections and distressed by his excitement.

"He can speak more than two hundred languages!"

"Can someone speak Sidong?" Fred said dismissively.

Percy gave Fred a very disgusted look, added more wood to the fire, making it burn even more fiercely, and the water in the kettle boiled again.

"Any news about Percy Zolkins, Ruth?" asked Mr. Weasley as Bagmon sat down on the grass next to them.

"Not at all," said Bagmon comfortably, "but she will appear. Poor Bagmon...forgetfulness is like a leaky cauldron with no sense of direction. She will appear in October. I wandered back to the office at some point, thinking it was still July.”

"Don't you think it's time to send someone to find her?" Mr. Weasley suggested tentatively. Percy handed the tea to Bagmon.

"Barty Crouch always says this," Bagmon said, opening his innocent round eyes, "but we can't spare anyone to do it at this time. Oh, no more of that hateful guy. ! Barty!”

A wizard had just apparated to their campfire, a stark contrast to Mr. Bagmon's old wasp-printed robes. Barty Crouch was a stern, upright, older man who wore an impeccable coat and tie. His short hair was unnaturally straight, and his long, narrow toothbrush-shaped beard looked as if he'd trimmed it with a ruler. His shoes were polished.

Almost immediately everyone understood why Percy adored him. Percy was a man who believed in strict discipline, and Mr. Crouch acted entirely according to the disciplinary rules codified by the Muggles. He was so serious and comprehensive that he could almost be a bank manager.

Fan Lin doubted whether even a random Muggle could tell his true identity after hearing enough of their conversation.

"Sit down, Barty," said Ruth happily, patting the ground beside him.

"No, thank you, Ruth," Crouch said, and his tone sounded impatient. "I've been looking for you everywhere, and the Bulgarians insist that we add twelve more seats to them."

"Oh, is that what they're after?" said Bagmon. "I think the guy wanted to borrow a pair of pliers."

"Mr. Claus!" Percy panted, making a half-bow that made him look sick. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh, okay, thank you." Mr. Claus said, looking at Percy in surprise.

Fred and George were very angry and just drank their tea. Percy was busy with the kettle.

"I, I've always wanted to talk to you, Arthur!" Mr. Crouch said, looking sharply at Mr. Weasley, "Ali Beshir is on his way to the war, and he wants to talk to you about what you are forbidden to do. Flying carpet used.”

Mr. Weasley sighed deeply, "I just gave him three owls last week. I've told him hundreds of times: Flying carpets are considered Muggle artifacts, created by magic. The Prohibited Items Registry decides, but will he listen?”

"I highly doubt it," said Mr. Crouch, taking the tea from Percy. "He was desperate to steal it out of here."

"Well, they'll never replace brooms in England, will they?" asked Bagmon.

“Ali thought there was a wall stove on the market that would be great for family transport,” Mr Crouch said. “I remember my grandmother had a blanket that could seat twelve people – but of course that was on a plane. Before the blanket was banned.”

He spoke as if he wanted to make it clear to everyone beyond a shadow of a doubt that his ancestors were law-abiding.

"So, Barty, you've been busy?" Bagmon said with a smile.

"It's okay," Mr. Claus replied dryly. "It's not a big deal to organize Portkeys across five continents, Ruth."

Ruth Bagmon looked stunned, "Okay! I can't find anything more interesting than these. Besides, it seems like we can find anything to do.

Well? Barty? There’s still a lot to organize, right? "

Mr. Crouch raised his eyebrows at Bagmon, "We promised not to announce it until the details are finalized..."

"Oh, the details!" shouted Mr. Bagmon. "They've signed it, haven't they? I think it will become clear to these kids soon. I mean, this happens at Hogwarts."

"Ruth, we need to meet the Paulians, you know." Crouch said sharply. Interrupting Bagmon, "Thank you for the tea, kid."

He handed his undrinked tea back to Percy and waited for Ruth to stand up. Bagmon stood up again with difficulty and poured out the last of his tea, the gold in his pocket jingling again.

"See you later!" he said, "You'll see me in the first class compartment! I'll be the judge!" He waved, and Barty Crouch nodded politely, and then they both disappeared.

"What happened at Hogwarts, Dad?" Fred asked immediately. "What are they talking about?"

"You'll find out soon enough," said Mr. Weasley, smiling.

"This is confidential information, and the cabinet did not decide to make it public until the right time," Percy said seriously. "Mr. Crouch did the right thing by not speaking out."

"Oh, shut up!" Fred yelled.

Fan Lin stared blankly at the place where the two disappeared. What is this, revealing the decision of the Ministry of Magic everywhere?

About the Goblet of Fire, the Three Wizards Fighting Competition?

Just thinking about Furong Fanlin gave me a headache. Furong's sharp words and her damn attitude of teasing him like a kid made me have a headache just thinking about it.

Fan Lin really wanted to announce it, but...

This doesn't seem to be a secret. In Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, only Hogwarts seems to be kept in the dark.

However, it is not a good thing to tell the students of Hogwarts in advance. Hogwarts is their home field, which means that if you tell the people of Hogwarts in advance, it is inevitable that the students of Hogwarts will Put some extra thought into it.

Assuming that they can break through the defense lines of the professors, this is simply impossible. Dumbledore alone is enough to stump many people.

"What's the matter, Fanlin?" Hermione asked.

"It's nothing," Fan Lin shook his head, but this semester will be very interesting.

"Can you promise me something?" Fan Lin suddenly asked.

"?" Hermione was stunned, then blushed.

"What are you talking about? Why should I promise you?" Hermione whispered.

"This is really big news." Fred screamed, and George also cheered.

Fanlin had no choice but to give up. He glared at Fred fiercely, and then Hermione ran away.

In the afternoon, a sense of excitement permeated the camp. By dusk, the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation. As darkness fell like a curtain over the thousands of expectant wizards, the last traces of disguise fell away, and the signs prohibiting party struggles and the display of magic were broken one after another.

The salesmen Apparated every few steps, holding plates and pushing carts filled with special goods. There were shiny rosettes... green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria... and the names of the players on them.

The green hats (forgiveness series) were decorated with shamrocks, and the Bulgarian scarves were decorated with roaring lions, and the flags of the two countries waved to different national anthems. There were small flaming arrows that really flew, and collectible models of famous players that walked around in the palm of your hand and dressed themselves up.

"I saved all summer for this," Ron told Harry, as they and Hermione and Vanlin passed the salesmen and stopped to buy souvenirs.

Ron bought a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rosette, and Hermione wanted to buy a small model of Krum, but was stopped by Vanlin, who wove a bunch of rosettes into a wreath and placed it on Hermione's head.

The girl looked in a good mood.

Ron bought it. The miniature Krum walked forward and backward in Ron's hands, frowning at the green rosette on top of him.

"Wow, look at these!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, rushing to a small cart full of what looked like copper binoculars, covered with all kinds of strange drawers and dials.

"Binoculars," the sales wizard said eagerly, you can set the focus and slow down the lens if you need it, very cheap, only ten gold galleons each.

"I wish I hadn't bought this now." Ron pointed to his dancing shamrock hat and looked at the binoculars eagerly.

"Four." Harry said to the wizard with certainty.

"No, don't bother. "Ron said, blushing. He had always been squeamish about Harry having more money than he did, for Harry had inherited a small fortune from his parents.

"You won't get anything for Christmas," Harry told him, pressing the telescope into his, Vanlin's and Hermione's hands.

"About ten years, remember."

"Fair enough," Ron said, grinning.

They returned to the tents, their purses noticeably lighter. Bill, Charlie and Ginny all bought green rosettes, while Mr. Weasley held an Irish flag. Fred and George didn't buy any souvenirs, as all their gold had gone to Bagman.

Then there was a loud bang somewhere in the sky above the forest, and green and red lanterns began to burn in the trees, lighting a path to the tent area.

"It's time," Mr. Weasley called out, looking as excited as anyone.

"Come on, let's go!" (To be continued)