Dear Mr. Anderson:
By the time you received the letter, we had already successfully cornered Bagman and forced him to sign the magic contract you gave me. Everything was just as you guessed. Bagman didn't care about the magic contract at all. To be honest, I doubt that Bagman actually didn't believe in the contract and never thought about returning the principal to us from the beginning.
I think Bagman will regret his decision, though.
I wish you a happy life!
Driss Jordan
After reading the contents of the letter, Albert set it on fire. Tom, who was squatting on the table licking his fur, looked at the burning letter curiously. He yawned, then squatted on Albert's pile of envelopes with his fat belly exposed, and did not intend to move.
Seeing this, Lee Jordan smiled and asked, "Whose letter is it?"
Based on his understanding of Albert, the letters that were burned usually contained important content that he didn't want others to see.
"Mr. Jordan's letter. They all went to Ludo Bagman to collect the debt, but as expected, the guy didn't have a single Galleon. After some negotiation, the two sides signed a contract."
"What contract?"
Lee Jordan wanted to reach out and touch Tom's belly, but finally gave up.
"Every month after receiving his salary, Ludo Bagman will take out 20 Galleons to repay his debts. After ten years, Ludo Bagman will not owe them any Galleons." Albert reached out and rubbed Tom's belly, and took out a letter from under his butt.
"Ten years. I bet it was your idea. Bagman's probably calling you a monster behind your back." Lee Jordan suddenly felt a little sympathetic towards Bagman.
"Ludo Bagman is not a quiet man. He has been a cunning speculator from the beginning." Albert said as he opened the envelope. "Besides, I bet that guy actually has no intention of paying back the money."
"Then why did you do that?" Lee Jordan was even more confused. "Did you do anything to the contract?"
"There's a tracking spell on it, and a curse."
"That guy is really unlucky."
"Ludo Bagman has offended many people. Rather than saying they are here to collect debts, it's better to say they are collectively looking for trouble with Ludo Bagman." Albert said with a smile, "As for the ten-year repayment period, that's not the point. The point is that as long as Bagman signs the contract, he can't escape within ten years. If he really doesn't intend to repay the debt, then tell the goblins about his whereabouts and let the goblins find trouble with him. In short, we can't let that guy have an easy life."
"Well, you're right." Lee Jordan had no sympathy for Bagman. The guy had a bad attitude.
Albert's eyes fell on Lee Jordan's back and he asked in confusion, "Are Fred and George going to the kitchen to make a midnight snack?"
"They're busy making an ageing potion," Lee Jordan shrugged and explained, "They're still working on it even though you said you couldn't help them last time."
"I remember they didn't seem to plan to participate in the Warriors' selection, right?" Albert was puzzled. "Do they want to make money from that?"
"Yes, they do plan to sell the aging agent to the students who are trying to participate in the Warriors selection. After all, many of them are just a few months away from adulthood." Lee Jordan looked at the pile of gift packages on the bed and said, "Your birthday presents this year are still as amazing as always. How many gifts are there in total?"
"I haven't counted them, but I feel like most of them are books." Albert handed the honesty detector to Lee Jordan and threw him a pair of dragon leather gloves.
"You are still worried about these gifts!" Lee Jordan did not refuse. Helping Albert open gifts is one of the three people's favorite activities. They all like the feeling of opening gifts.
"God knows if there will be some dark magic or dark magic items in there. It's always better to be careful. Now that I'm famous, there are many people who don't like me." Albert did not shy away from this. Being too famous is not good, as many pure-blood wizards don't like him. In addition, during the last World Cup, someone took advantage of the chaos to invade their tent, so Albert had to be extra vigilant to prevent someone from sending him strange birthday gifts.
Because if it were Albert himself, he would also be happy to give the other person a copy of "The Wizard's Sonnets" so that the other person could only speak in limericks for the rest of his life.
"By the way, do you know who is the fair judge who is the warrior?"
Lee Jordan began sorting the gifts using the Honesty Detector, picking out those that contained hidden spells or magical items.
"I heard it's a magic cup, it seems to be called the Goblet of Fire," Albert repeated as if to strengthen his tone, "Yes, it should be called the Goblet of Fire."
"Goblet of Fire, what is that?" Lee Jordan also became interested. He never thought that Albert could even find out such news. He really was worthy of being Albert, who had friends all over the European wizarding world.
"I'm not sure. There are rumors that when the first Triwizard Tournament was held seven hundred years ago, the headmasters of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang jointly made, or paid someone to make, a magical item that could be used to fairly select the champions of the Triwizard Tournament. At that time, people regarded the Triwizard Tournament as a great way for young wizards from different countries to build friendships."
"A magical cup." Lee Jordan muttered, "I suddenly feel that the aging agent is not very reliable."
"Isn't the Sorting Hat at Hogwarts just as magical?" Albert took the letter handed to him by Lee Jordan, glanced at the sender, and found that it was a letter from Truman, and also the birthday gift he sent, which was a notebook bought from a Muggle supermarket.
"Then how do they use that Goblet of Fire to select the champions, like the Sorting Hat, and have the champions touch the cup?"
"We'll know when the time comes." Albert opened Truman's envelope and saw two pieces of letter paper inside, one of which wished him a happy birthday. The other piece of parchment wrote two things that happened in the Ministry of Magic recently:
Bertha Jorkins disappeared while on vacation in Albania.
Another incident was that Bagman lost a large sum of money and was stopped by his creditors to collect the money.
"I find that people really like to give you books." Lee Jordan opened countless birthday presents, all of which were books, some of which were more valuable magazines.
"That's normal. I think books are good. You don't have to worry about what gifts to give. It's just that sometimes you will receive duplicate books." Albert was very happy to receive books. They were simple and practical, and even if he didn't use them, he could use them to decorate the bookshelf.
Especially the books sent to him by foreign friends always bring Albert different pleasures.
Lee Jordan stuffed the books one by one into Albert's small bookshelf, and suddenly looked up and asked, "By the way, do you know how to make an antidote for the love potion?"
"Love potion?" Albert suddenly remembered someone accidentally taking a love potion, and couldn't help but teasing, "Why, are you going to use a love potion on Angelina?"
"Angelina? No, I've given up for now." Lee Jordan showed a helpless smile: "She doesn't seem to have any feelings for me."
"Don't lose heart, you will definitely find someone more suitable," Albert consoled her. He knew that Lee Jordan had been flirting with Angelina for several years, but she refused to date him.
"You're right." Lee Jordan pulled himself together and reminded, "Fred and George got the news from somewhere that the school will hold a Christmas dance at Christmas. You know, many girls want to be your dance partner, so they came up with a plan."
"Love potion?"
"Yes, it's selling love potions to girls who want to be your dance partner, so you have to be careful next time. It would be even better if you can carry the antidote for the love potion with you."
"I've already found a dance partner." Albert shrugged and said, "So Fred and George may be in vain."
"Oh, you've already found a dance partner? Who is it? Let me guess?" Lee Jordan seemed to be in high spirits all of a sudden. His gossiping spirit began to burn, and he even put aside the matter of unpacking for the time being. "Your girlfriend has already graduated from school, so you will definitely choose someone from your acquaintances to be a shield. Sana? Or Granger?"
"No, keep it secret for now!"
"Impossible. With your personality, you will definitely find someone you know as your dance partner. You don't want to bring your girlfriend to school to attend the dance, do you? This is a good idea." Lee Jordan noticed a letter from France on the table and said, "Oh, by the way, I almost missed one, Katrina from Ravenclaw? You don't want to pick up both the McGonagall sisters, do you? Let me tell you, it's not easy to pick up two sisters. Even you have to be careful."
"Can't you speak human language?"
"Or are there any students from other schools who are participating in the Triwizard Tournament that you know? For example, the beautiful lady named Louise Delacour?" Lee Jordan jokingly handed the envelope on the table to Albert. They all knew that Albert had a very beautiful female pen pal in France.
"Go on and unpack your package!" said Albert, taking the letter.
"I was right." Lee Jordan patted Albert on the shoulder and reminded him earnestly, "If you are too philandering, be careful of being abandoned by girls."
"Find a girlfriend first and then talk about me." Albert glanced at the letter in his hand. Ever since they met Louise in France and told her that he was engaged to Isobel, their correspondence became less frequent.
"You are such an enviable guy." Lee Jordan curled his lips, put on dragon leather gloves, and began to unpack the packages that had magical reactions.
Albert unfolded the letter and read its contents. His expression suddenly became very strange, because he found that Louise mentioned her cousin Fleur in the letter, saying that she might become a champion in the Triwizard Tournament, and hoped that Albert could help take care of her. She also mentioned that she planned to open a witch beauty salon with the help of new friends from America.
Albert thinks Louise's new friends might be Catherine and Valeria.
For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling that the beauty potion might become a big trouble in the future.
"Women are indeed troublesome and should not be provoked casually."
Albert suddenly felt his knees sink, and then a furry head stretched out. Tom seemed very curious about what Albert was looking at. He jumped onto his knees, lifted the edge of the table with his front paws, and stretched his head out to look at the letter.
"What a clingy little guy." Albert smiled and rubbed Tom's head, then picked him up and put him on the ground.
At the same time, the Crouch family, far away from Hogwarts, also welcomed an owl. Since the old Crouch was controlled by Voldemort's Imperius Curse, basically no one would come to his house, and many tasks were assigned to the hardworking assistant "Weatherby" to help handle.
Old Crouch took the envelope out of the mailbox and handed it to Peter Pettigrew who was standing nearby. The latter took the letter, opened it, glanced at the junk information in it, raised his wand and tapped it lightly. The original letters were instantly rearranged to become a complete letter.
Peter walked towards the hall with the letter, ready to hand it to Voldemort who was resting.
"Master, there's a letter from Crouch Jr." Peter handed the letter to Voldemort respectfully. Ever since Barty Jr. came back, he had become more respectful towards Voldemort because Peter had realized that his previous thoughts were too naive and the Dark Lord might not need him anymore.
Voldemort, who was resting to regain his strength, opened his eyes and asked, "What happened?"
"Little Crouch seems to be in trouble?" Peter quickly glanced at the contents of the letter. "That Mudblood is more troublesome than I thought."
"Give me the letter." Voldemort said sternly. He would never allow his plan to fail.
Peter handed the letter to Voldemort respectfully. After quickly reading the letter sent by Barty Jr., Voldemort said to Peter, "He needs your help to deal with the mudblood."
"Master, it is not easy to kill the Mudblood under Dumbledore's nose, and it may also arouse Dumbledore's vigilance." Peter frowned, obviously disagreeing with Crouch Jr.'s bad idea.
“Kill him? Of course not, at least not now.” Voldemort glanced at Wormtail and said calmly, “Little Barty thinks highly of that Mudblood. He believes that other warriors cannot be his opponents, so we must not let that Mudblood become a warrior.”
Although there were no clues, Barty Jr. mentioned in the letter that Dumbledore seemed to be secretly paying attention to him, so he needed help to deal with the problem of the Mudblood so that he could not participate in the Triwizard Tournament.
"Read for yourself!" Voldemort handed the letter to Peter, which contained a rough plan that Barty Jr. was going to use to deal with Albert. The plan seemed very rough to Voldemort, but he knew how to make it more perfect and make Dumbledore feel that the Mudblood missing the warrior selection was just an accident.
Peter took the letter and turned to the second page. After carefully reading the plan made by Barty Jr., he was stunned by the other party's idea.
"How can this be possible?" Peter murmured, "Isn't this too easy for him?"