Chapter 463: An Impossible Gamble

"Arthur, old chap!" he came to the fire, "what a fine day, isn't it? Great, where's the weather like this! I predict there will be no clouds at night, and the whole preparations are in order, nothing. Things to do!"

Behind him, a group of haggard-looking Ministry officials hurried past.

There were signs in the distance that someone was playing with magic fire, purple sparks rising more than twenty feet high.

Everyone expressed doubts about his prediction, it might rain tonight

Behind Mr. Weasley, Percy took a quick step forward and held out his hand.

"This is my son Percy, who has just started working at the Ministry of Magic!" said Mr. Weasley, laughing. There's my daughter Ginny, which you've seen before, and here's Alvin Mason, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

He introduced everyone to Bagman, who was visibly surprised when he saw Sirius.

The expression on his face was complicated, it looked more like he was scared.

Sirius said that Bagman was once on trial for giving classified information to Death Eater Rook Wood.

During the trial that year, they had a brief contact.

It seems that remembering the past experience made him quite afraid of Sirius.

When he heard Harry's name next, Bagman also showed a slightly surprised look.

"Okay, okay, you guys want to bet on the game?" Bagman said eagerly.

After the introduction, he jingled the pockets of his yellow and black robe to everyone, which seemed to contain a lot of gold coins.

It seems that this is the main purpose of his coming here.

"I've convinced Roddy Pontene to take a bet with me and he said Bulgaria would score the first goal and I've placed him at great odds because I'm considering Ireland's number three striker is something I've seen over the years. Best of all. Little Agatha Timms betting half her eel farm on the race to last a week."

"I'll bet a Galleon on Ireland, okay?" said Mr. Weasley hesitantly.

"A Garen?!" Bagman was a little disappointed, but quickly regained his interest. "Very good, is there anyone else who wants to bet?"

He looked expectantly at Sirius, but Sirius ignored him at all.

Bagman touched his nose in embarrassment, not daring to say anything, his eyes shifted to other people.

"They're too incapable of gambling," said Mr. Weasley hastily.

"We bet forty-six Galleons, thirty-two Sickles, and eight Knuts!" said Fred, as he and George quickly pulled out their money. Will catch the Snitch."

Mrs. Weasley confiscated all the aid funds Ivan gave them and the product sales revenue in the store, nearly two hundred gold Galleons.

Mrs. Weasley said that she would return these to him for the twins, and that Ivan was not allowed to give Fred and George money.

But this didn't bother the two of them. When the business was at its peak, they asked Lee Jordan to help them sell a lot of joke products.

Most of the owl orders for Hogwarts wizards are done in this way.

The two of them just went out to collect the bill.

After returning, they secretly told Ai Wen about it.

Fred and George plan to use the money as a start-up capital to make a comeback.

Unexpectedly, they would take all of them here and participate in a gamble that was impossible to win.

Ivan didn't think that Fred and George would guess wrong, but he expressed doubts about Ludo Bagman's character.

"Children!" said Mr. Weasley in a low voice, "I don't want you to gamble, your mothers."

"Don't spoil the fun, Arthur!" said Ludo Bagman gruffly, jingling the money in his pockets excitedly. "They're old enough to know what they want! You think Ireland will Win, but Krum catches the Snitch? No way, boys, no way, I'm giving you good odds"

Ludo Bagman quickly pulled out his notebook and quill and scribbled the twin's name.

Mr. Weasley watched helplessly, powerless to stop what was happening.

"George, calm down, you can't win!" Ivan gently pulled George's robe.

"Don't worry, we have our own measure!" George said nonchalantly.

"The two of us have carefully analyzed all previous games, Viktor Krum," Fred said.

"I mean, even if you win, this guy might not give you the money!" Ivan raised his voice and said bluntly.

Obviously, Bagman also heard what he said, and his face became a little embarrassed, but it was fleeting.

"Children, children, you can go out and inquire about my reputation. Old Bagman has always been willing to gamble and lose!" Bagman said loudly, "I can use my status as the director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic as a guarantee, But I have to say, the chances of you two winning are too low!"

Now that the words have been said for this sake, Ai Wen doesn't say anything anymore.

Let Fred and George learn how bad it is to gamble when they run out of money.

Hopefully they will remember this in the future and that is never to gamble.

After handing Fred the signed voucher parchment, Bagman turned to Mr. Weasley again, "Arthur, can you do me a favor? I've been looking for Barty Crouch, the Bulgarian and My fellow officers are making things difficult for us, but I can't understand a word he's saying. Batty will fix that, he speaks about a hundred and fifty languages."

"Mr. Crouch can speak two hundred languages!" said Percy excitedly, "including mermaids, turkeys, and trolls."

Apparently everyone thought Percy was bragging.

George even imitated the troll and made a snoring sound, which made everyone laugh.

Only Percy expressed dissatisfaction, but he ignored George.

As Bagman sat down in front of the campfire for a cup of tea, the conversation turned to Pertha Jorkins.

The witch has been missing for months, but no one cares.

Especially considering the current state of the Albanian forests, she may be in danger.

As Dumbledore brought Ivan and Sirius back, what happened in the centaur ruins has also been spread.

Under the initiative of Dumbledore, the International Federation of Wizards will set up a special team to investigate the matter in Albania.

However, it is doubtful how effective this investigation team can be.

That place was originally a three-way zone, with mixed forces from all sides, and all the wizards killed by vampires were all black wizards.

The corpses were all turned into flesh and blood, absorbed by evil gods and indescribable creations, and now they all dissipated.

The final death toll is hard to ascertain, no one would admit that Voldemort and the evil gods were there once they hadn't seen it with their own eyes. To be continued.