"This is a wonderful match that will be talked about for a long time." Ludo Bagman said hoarsely, "Ah, yes... yes, how much should I give you?"
"Four hundred and fifty Galleons, Mr. Bagman." Fred and George smiled and held out their palms to Mr. Bagman.
"Okay, 450 Galleons." Ludo Bagman took a deep breath, reached into his pocket and took out a purse, then handed it to Fred and George with a painful look.
"Wait a moment."
Fred and George took out a few gold coins from their purses and looked closely at them under the light of the wand. They squinted their eyes at the anxious man in front of them. "Mr. Bagman, I think you may be mistaken. These are leprechaun's gold coins."
As he said that, Fred handed the purse to George, who took out a few gold coins from it, all of which were leprechaun's gold coins.
Albert was right. Bagman really wanted to use the Leprechaun Coins to get rid of them.
This is not a good sign.
"Ah, leprechaun gold coins? Sorry, I must have made a mistake." Ludo Bagman forced a trace of surprise on his face. He reached out to take the purse handed over by George, pretended to take out a few gold coins from it, and examined them carefully under the light, as if to determine whether these gold coins were Galleons.
"I remember putting it here, right? Ah, it's here."
Ludo Bagman reached into his pocket again and finally pulled out another purse of the same model and handed it to Fred. He forced a smile at the twins and said, "It should be this one. Check it again. Here is another one for you. I apologize for taking the wrong purse just now."
Bagman handed George a signed poster of all the Irish Quidditch players and gave the twins an apologetic look.
The Weasley twins were not attracted by the poster. Instead, they took out a few more gold coins from their purse. After checking them several times, they accepted the purse with satisfaction and waved goodbye to Bagman.
"That was definitely intentional," Fred said angrily. "If I hadn't checked, I might have been cheated and found out the next day that all the gold coins were gone."
"I still think there's something wrong," George muttered quietly.
"What's the problem?" Fred couldn't help but become alert.
"Bagman was so quick to pay!" George frowned, looking for flaws. "Even if we caught him lying, I don't think he would pay so quickly."
Ever since he suspected Ludo Bagman would cheat them with counterfeit money and experienced that himself, George felt that Bagman was a liar no matter how he looked at it.
"But we have just checked, and the bags are indeed full of Galleons." Fred frowned and suggested, "How about we go back to the tent and ask Bill to help check again? He works at Gringotts, so he must know more about Galleons and how to identify them. By the way, should we tell Dad about this?"
"It's better not to. That will only make things difficult for him." George shook his head.
The tickets to their house were given by Ludo Bagman, and although Bagman was returning the favor, it was undeniable that the price of first-class tickets was very expensive.
"If we can't tell whether the money is real or fake, we can take it to the goblins for identification. Then we can use the money to open a vault in Gringotts and use it as the vault for the joke shop." Fred suggested. "If the money is fake, we can contact other people who have been cheated by Bagman and go to him to collect the debt together."
However, George did not intend to attack Fred. He just nodded and planned to check Garlon again when he returned.
In fact, he knew that if the Galleons in the bag were fake, they would have no other choice. According to Albert's broken mouth, it would be very difficult to get Galleons from Bagman again. Perhaps, betting on Bagman was a wrong choice from the beginning.
"Where have you been?" asked Mr. Weasley anxiously.
"We're just going to find Mr. Bagman to get back the money we won from gambling." George took out the purse he got from Bagman and said to Ron who was staring at the purse with a smile, "I'll give you and Ginny's share when we get back."
"Honestly, I've never been so happy as I am now. All of a sudden I have 24 Galleons." Ron felt that today was his lucky day. He had never possessed such a huge fortune.
"It's 27 Galleons, Ron, you're really bad at maths," Hermione corrected.
"Oh, 27 Galleons." Ron grinned and asked happily, "Percy, I remember you seemed to be planning to place a bet, did Bill and Charlie place a bet too?"
"Well, I bet Ireland will win, but Bulgaria will catch the Golden Snitch. Although the odds are only 4 times, the profit is also very good." Percy's face was also full of smiles. He hated the taste of poverty.
Bill and Charlie looked at each other and said helplessly, "We didn't have time to place the bet. We missed out on a lot of Galleons."
"Don't tell your mother about your gambling." Mr. Weasley warned everyone in a low voice.
"Don't worry, Dad," Fred said with a smile, "We plan to use the money to open a vault in Gringotts."
"Why open the vault? You don't have any money."
"The joke shop needs a safe to store money," George said without hesitation.
"That's for later," said Ron.
“It’s not far away.”
After returning to the camp, we found that the camp was full of fans celebrating Ireland's victory. Not far away, we could faintly hear rough singing and tapping sounds. I didn't know who lit the bonfire, but a large group of people were tap dancing around it, as if they were going to stay up all night to celebrate.
"Fortunately I don't have to tell the Irish to stop celebrating their victory, otherwise it would be unimaginable." Mr. Weasley muttered softly, "Okay, kids, you should go back to bed."
However, no one wanted to sleep. Everyone was discussing what happened in the game. They all disliked Bulgaria's fouls, but they admired Krum very much. In a way, Krum did not fail, he caught the golden snitch.
On the other side, Albert, who had returned to the tent, had not fallen asleep yet. He stood outside the tent, observing the lively people around him.
"It feels a little weird these days." Isobel quietly came to Albert's side, leaned her head on his shoulder, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Wouldn't it be boring to guess the outcome of the game in advance?"
"In fact, I prefer to see the players' exciting duels." Albert drank the hot cocoa prepared by the house elf, looked at the wizard tap dancing not far away and said, "It's a pity that such a peaceful time will not last long."
"No wonder your friends don't like you to talk." Isobel said with a smile, "In fact, you should say something that everyone likes to hear."
"Well." Albert thought for a while and said, "I think we don't have to worry about money for the time being."
"I don't think you ever have to worry about not having money." In Isobel's memory, Albert has always been rich, since he first entered school.
"After all, I have to support my family." Albert couldn't help laughing. "Girls nowadays are very realistic. Believe me, no girl likes a poor guy. If I don't have a single gold coin, Valeria will stay away from me."
"You're talking bad about me again." Valeria and Catherine appeared out of nowhere.
"I think he is telling the truth." Catherine agreed with Albert's words. She knew very well that Valeria was a very realistic girl.
"No," Valeria shook her head and said, "Albert is very talented. He will definitely find a way to turn his talent into wealth. A man like him will never be short of money."
"Okay, let's go inside and talk." Albert asked a few people to go into the tent and talk. "Why did you come so late today?"
"Of course, to get back the money I bet on." Catherine took out a bag of gold coins from her handbag and threw it to Albert: "This is your share."
Albert took the purse and handed it to Isobel.
"Don't you want to count them? Aren't you afraid that we will cheat you with fake gold coins?" Valeria asked with a smile.
"Don't worry, I don't think you will destroy our friendly relationship because of that little money." Albert was really not worried. His cooperative relationship with Catherine was closer than others imagined, and Catherine would never be short of money.
"By the way, will something really happen tonight?" Valeria asked in a low voice.
"We're leaving anyway, let's go inside!" Albert motioned for the others to return to their suitcases. Before he followed in, he told the house elf, "Take us to Isobel's house."
"Okay, master!" After Albert entered the box, the house-elf picked up the box and Apparated away, leaving only the empty tent.
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"Draco, there might be chaos later, you should hide in the woods first." Narcissa Malfoy said to her son.
"Chaos, what's going on, Mom?" Draco was a little confused and didn't understand what his mother meant.
"I just received some news." Narcissa Malfoy said vaguely, "Some people are drunk and seem to be planning to do something. You know, many people are overly excited about the Irish team winning the championship."
"You're not going with me?" Draco suddenly realized something, "Dad..."
"Don't tell anyone else about this," Narcissa interrupted sternly.
"Oh, I know, Mom." Draco nodded, turned and left the tent towards the forest.
"Okay, dear, Draco has left. Do you really want to do that?" Narcissa looked at her husband uneasily. He had put on a cloak and a mask and turned into a Death Eater.
"He made many people feel threatened." Lucius said hoarsely. Actually, it was not quite accurate to call him a threat, but more of a fear, which was the main reason why others changed their original plans.
"They think he is a bigger threat than Nobly Leach. That guy has already gained the support of many people. It's only a matter of time before he becomes the next Nobly Leach. We can't tolerate this happening." Lucius was also wary of the other party.
Killing or sending the person to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is the best option at the moment to eliminate possible threats.
"I understand. Leave this to me. Be careful." Narcissa nodded and took out the compound potion she had prepared in advance. She would disguise herself as her husband to avoid arousing suspicion.
Not long after, a series of crackling noises suddenly rang out near the Muggle camp manager's cabin, and several suspicious guys wearing hoods and masks appeared out of nowhere.
"Is everyone here?" Lucius asked hoarsely, looking around.
"Everyone is here, and someone has already gone over to deal with it. Everyone will just think it was an accident," another person replied.
"By then, others will gradually join our team, and those idiots in the Ministry of Magic will think that we just got drunk and caused this incident."
If there were only a few of them, Lucius would naturally not dare to provoke the Ministry of Magic at this time, but if the number of participants was large enough, there would be no need to worry about these problems.
"Very well, let's get started!" Lucius drew out his wand, roughly opened the wooden door, broke into the camp manager's cabin, and used magic to float several sleeping Muggles in the air.
However, this family was cast under a coma spell by wizards from the Ministry of Magic, so even though they were now suspended in mid-air, they would not be able to wake up for a while.
How could one torture a Muggle if the tortured Muggle didn't scream
So, Malfoy used magic to wake them up, and then led the four of them towards the wizard camp like a balloon.
Tonight, everyone is celebrating Ireland's victory, which is undoubtedly the time when the Quidditch World Cup is least vigilant, and it is a good opportunity for them to strike.
"I hope things go smoothly over there." Malfoy murmured, "Well, let's help these guys have some fun!"
On the other side, McNeill and Avery were taking action. They were given the task of eliminating the threat posed by the Mudblood.
McNeill and Avery have always enjoyed torturing their opponents, so they took on this task and are now waiting for Lucius to create chaos.
The noisy atmosphere at night still did not subside, which added some difficulties to McNeill and Avery. They could not let others find out that something was wrong, and they had to eliminate the threat during the chaos. Therefore, the two did not rush into the tent, but waited until they saw a large fire in the distance and a commotion around them, and then they broke into the tent with the cover of the Disillusionment Charm.
After entering the tent, McNeill and Avery were stunned. The environment inside the tent was so shabby that they could not imagine. After looking at each other, they began to search for the whereabouts of the owner of the tent with their wands raised.
However, they were shocked to find that there was no one in the tent.
"Damn, where did that Mudblood go instead of sleeping in the tent?" Avery was very annoyed about this. They had planned for a long time and took such a big risk to eliminate the threat, but the plan had just begun and was completely wasted because the other party ran away.
"What should we do now? Should we notify Lucius and ask them to cancel the plan?" McNeill asked with a frown.
"It's too late. Let's go meet up with them and tell them about this. The Mudblood should still be in the camp. If we're lucky enough..." Avery didn't say anything else. He also knew that the probability of encountering the other party was not high.
Taking advantage of the crowd's cover, Avery and McNeill hurried away.
It didn't take them long to join the procession, which was setting fires and causing chaos.
"We didn't find the Mudblood," McNeill said in a low voice.
"What's going on?"
Lucius's good mood disappeared in an instant.
"I don't know. He's not in his tent, and neither is anyone else." McNeill frowned and asked, "What are you going to do now?"
"What else can we do? Of course we should continue the parade." Lucius thought for a moment and said, "Go to Weasley's place. That guy has a good relationship with Weasley. Maybe they will be there. Even if we can't find them, it will leave a deep impression on Harry Potter."
It's impossible to stop.
Since the main goal could not be achieved, they decided to complete their original goal. Originally, they just wanted to teach Fudge a memorable lesson.
The parade was getting bigger and bigger, even some dark wizards who were not Death Eaters joined in, apparently wanting to take this opportunity to vent their anger, which was a good thing for Lucius.
Tents were burning, Muggles above their heads were screaming in terror, and the parade team was using magic at the fleeing wizards, not caring at all about accidentally hurting anyone.
Anyway, creating more chaos was the right choice, and those cowards in the Ministry of Magic didn't dare to step forward to stop them, because they had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, and the four Muggles above their heads also gave them a good excuse.
Yes, they were not afraid, but they were afraid for the safety of those Muggles.
Once there is an excuse, no one will be willing to risk the threat of fighting against the group of dark wizards, at least until the Ministry of Magic gathers more helpers, they will stop it. This is difficult, because the Ministry of Magic also has to help maintain order, and the British Ministry of Magic obviously does not have enough manpower.
Before the wizards from the Ministry of Magic could gather enough people to stop the chaos, things started to change. Some of the tents that they had set on fire suddenly exploded, as if someone had lit a small bottle of gas, scaring the parading dark wizards, who thought that an enemy was casting a spell on them.
The parade was still moving forward, but the explosions around them were becoming more and more frequent, especially the tents that were set on fire, which seemed to have turned into bombs. Once they exploded, the contents flew everywhere, making the parade group look a little embarrassed.
"Damn it, what's going on?" Looking at his companions who were blown to pieces, Lucius' face suddenly turned gloomy.
To this day, he was still confused and didn't understand what had happened. He just felt that the burning tents around him might explode at any time. If the idiots from the Ministry of Magic hadn't dared to come up, they would have been in even bigger trouble.
At this moment, a green light rose into the air, and Lucius was horrified to find that a huge green, shining object emerged from it, which was something that was extremely familiar to them... the Dark Mark.
This was like a hornet's nest being poked, and all the wizards around them Apparated away from here, as if they were afraid of having anything to do with that thing.
Lucius knew that the farce was over tonight, so he left with the others without any hesitation.
Everyone knows what the Dark Mark means. It is a provocation to the Ministry of Magic. This will undoubtedly touch the nerves of many people, and the Ministry of Magic will not give up.
After the wizards left, several Muggles who had lost control of magic immediately fell from the sky. They were caught by people from the Ministry of Magic and had their memories tampered with.
Many wizards who had been gathered together breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the group of dark wizards escape. It was undoubtedly a good thing not to have a conflict with them.
It's not that they are cowardly, but Crouch divided most of his men and rushed to the location where the Dark Mark was raised. Compared with these troublemakers who were not sure whether they were Death Eaters or not, the Ministry of Magic was obviously more concerned about the bastard who dared to raise the Dark Mark, because that guy was undoubtedly a Death Eater. It's not that everyone was overly sensitive, after all, Death Eaters have always been the main target of the Ministry of Magic.
No one wants their peaceful life to be disrupted again, but they are destined to be disappointed, as the last peaceful time is slipping away from them.