"how so?!"
Fred and George were as anxious as grasshoppers in a hot pot, circling around Dracula.
"What should we do? That's the start-up capital we prepared for the joke shop!" Fred muttered.
"I used to like this player from the Wimbledon Hornets," George said frustratedly. "It's really disgusting. How did this guy become the director of the Sports Department?"
Mrs. Weisley sighed, then frowned again and looked at the twins with a stern look.
"I'll just teach you a lesson," she scolded loudly, "If you can learn from this and stop betting with others, then these Galleons will not be wasted!"
However, Fred and George were reluctant to part with those gold Galleons, and in their anxiety, they suddenly had an idea and turned to face Dracula.
"Professor, you also bet a sack of gold Galleons. You can't just give it all to that gambler Bagman, right?" George said angrily. "Whether you care about the money or not, if he doesn't pay you after you win the bet, it means he doesn't take you seriously!"
"Yes, professor," Fred agreed. "We know you are rich, but you can't squander your money like this, right?"
Dracula looked at them with amusement and curled the corners of his mouth.
"Yes, I put a lot of gold galleons in it." He had a smile on his face, but his voice gradually became colder. "Even if Bagman can avoid debts from anyone, he will never dare to default on my debt."
The reason why Dracula made the bet was actually to help Fred and George. After all, these two funny guys were his students, how could they be bullied by others
It would be fine if they lost the bet, but if they really won, Dracula, who had bet a large sum of gold Galleons, would definitely have a perfect reason to ask Bagman for the debt, and it would be normal for him to help Fred and George get the money as well.
It would be good to let the twins save some money. Dracula is looking forward to the opening of their joke shop!
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As the hours passed, a palpable cloud of excitement spread over the camp, and at dawn even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.
As the day drew back like a curtain, and the sun shone from the distant horizon upon the thousands of eagerly waiting wizards, the last traces of concealment and disguise vanished—
The crowd went wild with excitement at the news that the game was about to begin, and they continued to use all kinds of magic to celebrate.
The Ministry of Magic was completely out of control and could only succumb to the inevitable trend, stop fighting against people, and allow those obvious signs of the use of magic to emerge everywhere.
Every few steps, vendors would Apparate from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts filled with strange and bizarre things:
There were glowing rosettes, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria, that screamed out the names of the players; tall green hats adorned with shamrocks dancing in the wind; Bulgarian sashes with roaring lions printed on them; national flags of both countries that played their respective national anthems when waved; collectible statues of famous players that could walk around on the wizard's palms, looking very proud...
Ron had spent all his pocket money saved up over the summer on these souvenirs, the most expensive of which was a small statue of Viktor Krum, a Bulgarian star seeker, which he quite liked.
But when he later discovered the more practical panoramic telescope, he immediately regretted buying so many useless items.
Sirius saw that the Weiss family was short of money, so he waved his hand, played his usual advantage of being wealthy, and directly paid for all the expenses of the little wizards today.
Mr. and Mrs. Weisley still felt a little guilty, but Sirius pushed them away by saying that he was repaying them for buying them the top-floor tickets.
So, when the stadium officially opened for admission, every younger member of the Weiss family held a panoramic telescope in their hands.
Fred and George were the most excited. They held these telescopes with magical and complex functions, and seemed to want to secretly dismantle them to study their structures.
"Professor Dracula, where is your seat?" Mr. Weasley asked Dracula, "If it's not far away, we can go all the way in."
"Oh, I don't have a ticket." Dracula said calmly.
"What?" Mr. Weisley was stunned. "Uh, wait a minute, I'll call Ludo right away. He should have some reserved places."
"No need. I didn't come here to watch the game." Dracula chuckled and shook his head. "Besides, no one can stop me when I want to go in. Just watch—"
Having said that, as if to verify his statement, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.
"Hey, where's Professor Dracula?" Mr. Weisley didn't react at all, and Dracula disappeared. He had to turn around and ask his wife and children, "Has anyone seen Professor Dracula? He wouldn't just leave without saying a word, would he?"
The young people from Weiss's family looked around but couldn't find Dracula. They could only look at each other and shake their heads.
At this moment, Fred suddenly shouted:
"Look, is that Professor Dracula?"
Everyone turned their eyes to Fred and found that he was holding his panoramic telescope in front of his eyes, looking in the direction of the stadium.
"Oh my God, it's really Professor Dracula!" George also raised his panoramic telescope and exclaimed, "He's still waving at us!"
Harry and the others quickly picked up their panoramic telescopes and looked in the direction where Fred and George were looking.
They saw a silver-haired figure sitting comfortably inside the highest goal of the Quidditch field, leaning against the edge of the round goal post, with one foot on the other side of the goal post and the other foot hanging lazily.
Through the panoramic telescope, they could see Dracula chuckled and waved in their direction, as if he could still see their movements from such a distance.
Everyone: “…”
"What is Professor Dracula doing..." Mr. Weisley asked blankly.
"I guess Professor Dracula has wanted to go up and sit for a while. Our conversation just now was just an excuse for him..." Ron said with a look of indifference on his face, "Dad, you don't understand Professor Dracula. Once you understand him, you'll find that nothing he does is strange."
Harry nodded in agreement.
"Your professor is really... different." Mr. Weisley thought for a long time before finally coming up with a more subtle adjective.
A gust of wind blew, and before anyone could react, Dracula's iconic silver hair fluttered around them again.
"What bad things are you saying about me?" Dracula chuckled.
"Ah, how could that be!" Mr. Weisley was shocked and quickly denied it, "Having a unique professor like you can definitely lead the children to a completely new path that is different from the original education system. This is their luck!"
"Professor Dracula, how does it feel to be on the goal post of the Quidditch World Cup stadium?" Fred asked happily, "If I wasn't sure I would be stopped by security, I would have wanted to try it."
"It's okay. The scenery is nice, and the texture of the goal is softer than I expected. It should be wrapped in sponge. It's quite comfortable to sit on." Dracula thought for a moment and then commented.
"But the downside is that the wind is a bit strong up there, and the goal is still a bit narrow, so it's easy for your feet to slip off when you put them on it, so it's better not to stay there for a long time."
"It has to be you, professor." George gave a thumbs up in admiration.
Of course, the Wesleys obviously didn't expect that Dracula had another purpose.
He appeared at the highest goal post to give a signal to the eagerly awaited Lucius Malfoy, telling Lucius that he was there and he could act with confidence.
Because Lucius, as a Death Eater, was openly hostile to Dracula, direct contact with him in public would ultimately put Lucius at risk of being exposed - in fact, Dracula didn't care about this at all, it was the timid Lucius who brought this up.
After the little episode, Mr. Wesley led the way, and everyone, holding the things they had bought in their hands, walked quickly into the woods along the crowded passage.
Along the way, you can hear hundreds of people crowded around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing. This frenzy of excitement is very contagious, and the Wesleys can't help laughing from ear to ear.
They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, talking and joking loudly, until they emerged on the other side of the woods, in the shadow of the huge stadium.
From this angle, they could only see part of the magnificent golden wall surrounding the playing field, with the tall Quidditch goal posts blocked out.
But it is obvious that ten cathedrals could be accommodated here without any problem.
"This place can accommodate 100,000 spectators." Mr. Weasley saw the shocked expressions on the faces of the young wizards and introduced, "Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. Every inch of this place has been cast with a Muggle-repelling spell..."
"Oh, you may not have learned the Muggle-Repelling Spell yet. Whenever a Muggle approaches here, they will suddenly remember something urgent and hurry away... May Merlin bless them."
Mr. Weasley said cheerfully, leading the group towards the nearest entrance, which was already surrounded by many shouting wizards.
When they arrived at the entrance, they found that Dracula had disappeared again and no one knew where he had gone.
"First class," said the Ministry witch at the entrance, looking at their tickets. "Top box! Go straight up, Arthur, to the very top."
The stairs leading to the gymnasium were covered with purple carpet. The Weisleys climbed the stairs with the crowd, and slowly the crowd went to the stands on the left and right.
The top box was located at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts, the one Dracula had just sat on. There were about twenty purple and gilded seats, divided into two rows.
The Weisleys sat in the front row, and soon after, Minister of Magic Fudge also arrived.
When Fudge saw Sirius coming home with Weiss and Harry between them, he frowned and his face turned gloomy.
But Sirius looked indifferent. He just sat in his seat with his legs crossed, not caring about Fudge's performance at all.
As Bagman's voice, amplified by the Amplification Charm, fell, the Quidditch World Cup final officially began.
Even Harry, a talented chaser at Hogwarts, had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch match. He pressed the Omni-telescope tightly against his glasses, causing them to almost sink into his nose.
The speed of the two teams was incredible—
The Chasers kept passing the Quaffle to the other players so fast that Bagman, the commentator, only had time to announce their names instead of explaining the situation on the field or the tactics used by the two teams.
Harry, who is very good at Quidditch, has read various Quidditch-related books and experienced a lot of actual combat, can easily judge that although both sides are very strong, the Irish team's Chasers are top-notch.
They cooperated perfectly and their movements were very coordinated, as if they could see through each other's thoughts.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, Ireland scored the first goal.
In the following time, the Irish team relied on their tacit cooperation and strong strength to almost suppress the Bulgarian team, and the score kept widening. When the Irish team scored more than 100 points, Bulgaria only scored one goal.
But one thing that cannot be ignored is that Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker, is too good.
He used a Wronski fake move and dived quickly to deceive the Irish team's seeker Lin Qi, successfully injuring his opponent, and caught the Golden Snitch during the second dive, ending the normal game.
However-
The gap between the two teams of chasers was too big after all, and the final score was fixed at 160:170.
Bulgaria: 160 points; Ireland: 170 points.
"Ireland wins!" Bagman shouted, seeming bewildered by the sudden end of the match. "Krum caught the Snitch... but Ireland won. My God, I don't think anyone expected this!"
Meanwhile, Fred and George were having a blast.
The two of them actually guessed the outcome of the game correctly!
Moreover, both twins believed that with the help of Professor Dracula, Ludo Bagman would definitely not dare to deny his debt.
The two of them actually have the start-up capital for their joke shop!
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