"This wonderful game will be discussed for a long time." Ludo Bagman said hoarsely, "Ah, by the way... by the way, how much should I give you... how much?"

"450 Gallon, Mr. Bagman." Fred and George smiled and opened their palms to Mr. Bagman.

"Okay, 450 Gallon." Ludo Bagman took a deep breath, reached into his pocket and took out a purse, and handed it painfully to Fred and George.

"Wait a moment."

Fred and George took out a few gold coins from the purse, leaned under the light source of the magic wand to observe carefully, and couldn't help but squinted to look at the anxious man in front of him, "Mr. Bagman, I think you may be mistaken. This is the gold coin of the dwarf."

With that said, Fred handed the purse to George, who also took out a few gold coins from it, all gold coins of the dwarfs.

Albert was right, Bagman really wanted to use the dwarf gold coins to send them away.

This is not a good sign.

"Ah, dwarf gold coins? Sorry, I should have made a mistake." Ludo Bagman barely squeezed a trace of surprise on his face. He reached out and took the purse that George had handed him, and pretended to take out a few from it. A gold coin, carefully inspected under the light, seems to be to discern whether these gold coins are Kanon or not.

"I remember it should be right to put it here, ah, it was here."

Ludo Bagman stretched out his hand again and took it out of his pocket. Finally, he took out another purse of the same money and handed it to Fred, grudgingly smiled at the twins and said: "It should be this bag. You should check it again. And this to you, it's an apology for the wrong wallet I just took."

Bagman handed George a signed poster featuring all the Quidditch players of the Irish team and showed an apologetic expression to the twins.

The Weasley twins were not attracted by the poster. Instead, they fished out a few gold coins from the purse. After several inspections, they took the purse and waved goodbye to Bagman contentedly.

"It was definitely on purpose." Fred said angrily. "If you didn't check, you might have been deceived. As a result, the gold coins disappeared the next day."

"I still think there is a problem." George murmured.

"What's the problem." Fred couldn't help being wary.

"Bugman was so refreshing when he gave the money!" George frowned, looking for flaws. "Even if we expose a lie, I don't think he will pay so readily."

Ever since he suspected that Ludo Bagman would deceive them with fake money, and personally encountered that kind of thing, George felt that Bagman was a liar no matter how he looked at it.

"But, we have spot-checked just now, and the bag is indeed full of Garon." Fred frowned and suggested: "Or, after we go back to the tent, we will ask Bill to check again. He is in Gringotts. At work, I must know Kanon better and know how to distinguish them. By the way, do you want to tell Dad about this?"

"Better not, it will only embarrass him." George shook his head.

The tickets for their house were given by Ludo Bagman. Although Bagman was to pay back the favor, it is undeniable that the price of first-class tickets is very expensive.

"If we can't identify the true and false, we will use it to identify the fairy. Then we will use the money to open a vault in Gringotts and use it as a vault for the joke shop." Fred proposed. "If the money is fake, contact other people who have been cheated by Bagman and go to him to collect debts."

However, George didn't intend to hit Fred, he just nodded, intending to check Garon again when he went back.

In fact, he knew that if the Garon in the bag was fake, they had no other way. According to Albert's broken mouth, it would be very difficult to get Garon from Bagman again. Perhaps, betting on Bagman was the wrong choice from the beginning.

"Where did you go?" Mr. Weasley asked anxiously.

"We just went to Mr. Bagman to get back the money we won in the gambling." George took out the money bag he got from Bagman, smiled and said to Ron who was staring at the money bag: "The one between you and Ginny I'll give it to you when I go back."

"To be honest, I have never been as happy as I am now. I have 24 gallons in one fell swoop." Ron felt that today was his lucky day. He had never had such a huge wealth.

"It's 27 Gallon, Ron, your math is really bad." Hermione corrected.

"Oh, 27 Gallon." Ron smirked and asked happily, "Percy, I remember you were planning to bet too. Did Bill and Charlie also bet?"

"Well, I bet that Ireland will win, but the Bulgarian team will catch the Golden Snitch. Although the odds are only 4 times, the profit is also very good." Percy's face is also full of smiles, he hates the taste of poverty.

Bill and Charlie looked at each other and reluctantly said, "We didn't have time to bet. We really missed a lot of Gallons."

"Don't tell your mother about your gambling." Mr. Weasley urged everyone in a low voice.

"Don't worry, Dad," Fred said with a smile, "We plan to use this money to open a vault in Gringotts."

"What do you do to open the vault, you have no money."

"The joke shop needs a vault to save money." George said without hesitation.

"That's something later," Ron said.

"It's not far anymore."

After returning to the camp, I found that the camp was full of fans celebrating the Irish team's championship. Not far away there was a vague sound of rough singing and tapping. I don't know who lit the bonfire. A large group of people were encircling. Tap dance over the bonfire, as if preparing to stay up late to celebrate.

"Fortunately, I don't need to tell the Irish to stop celebrating the victory, otherwise it is hard to imagine." Mr. Weasley murmured, "Well, boys, you should go back to sleep."

However, no one wants to sleep. Everyone is discussing the game. They don't like Bulgaria's fouls, but they admire Krum very much. To a certain extent, Krum did not fail. He caught Golden Snitch.

On the other side, Albert, who returned to the tent, was also still not asleep. 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 his head on his shoulder, and asked in a voice that only two of them could hear, "Guess in advance that the game will end. Will it be boring?"

"Actually, I prefer to see the wonderful matchups of the players." Albert drank the hot cocoa prepared by the house elves, and looked at the tap dancing wizard not far away and said: "Unfortunately, such a peaceful time has already Not long."

"No wonder your friends don't like to let you talk." Isabel said with a smile, "Actually, you should say something that everyone likes to hear."

"Yeah." Albert thought for a while and said, "I don't think we need to worry about money for the time being."

"I don't think you need to worry about not having money." In Isobel's memory, Albert has always been rich, from when he first entered school.

"After all, I have to support my family." Albert couldn't help but laugh. "Girls nowadays are very realistic. Believe me, no girl will like poor ghosts. If I don't have a gold coin, Valeria will How far away is it from me."

"Speak ill of me secretly again." Valeria and Catherine didn't know where they came from.

"I think he was telling the truth." Catherine agreed with Albert's words. Valeria is a very realistic girl, and she knows that.

"No," Valeria shook her head and said, "Albert is so talented that he will definitely find a way to turn his talents into wealth. People like him can never be short of money."

"Well, let's go inside and talk about it." Albert asked a few people into the tent to talk, "Why did you come here so late today?"

"Of course it is to get back the bet money." 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 Isabel.

"You can't figure it out? I'm not afraid that we will fool you with fake gold coins." Valeria asked with a smile.

"I'm not afraid. I don't think you will ruin our friendly relationship because of that little money." Albert really doesn't worry. He and Kathleen have a closer cooperation relationship than others thought, and Kathleen There is no shortage of money at all.

"By the way, will something really happen tonight?" Valeria asked in a low voice.

"Anyway, we are leaving, let's get in!" Albert motioned to some people to return to the suitcases. Before he followed in, he did not forget to tell the house elf: "Take us to Isabel's house."

"Good master!" After Albert entered the box, the house elf lifted the box and left the apparition, leaving only the empty tent.

"Draco, there may be chaos later, you go and hide in that forest first." Narcissa Malfoy said to her son.

"Chaos, what's the matter mother?" Draco was a little confused, didn't understand what his mother meant.

"I just received some news." Narcissa Malfoy said vaguely. "Some people drank too much and seemed to plan to do something. You know, the Irish team's championship made a lot of people over-excited."

"Aren't you going with me?" Draco suddenly realized something. "Dad he..."

"Don't talk about it with other people." Narcissa interrupted severely.

"Oh, I know Mom." Draco nodded and turned away from the tent and headed towards the forest.

"Okay, my dear, Draco has left. Are you really going to do that?" Narcissa looked at her husband nervously. He had put on a cloak and a mask, and became a Death Eater. only.

"He made many people feel threatened." Lucius said hoarsely. In fact, it is a bit inaccurate to say that the threat is more of a fear. This is the main reason why other people change their original plans.

"They think he is even more threatening than Nobby Leach. That guy has already received support from many people. It will be a matter of time before he becomes the next Nobby Leach. We can't tolerate this happening." Lu Hughes was also very afraid of each other.

Killing, or sending people to the St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, is the best option for eliminating possible threats.

"I see, leave it to me here. Be careful yourself." Narcissa nodded and took out the compound medicine prepared in advance. He would pretend to be his husband to avoid him being suspected.

Soon after, a series of crackling sounds suddenly sounded by the Muggle camp manager's hut, and several suspicious guys with hoods and masks appeared out of thin air.

"Are you all here?" Lucius asked hoarsely, looking around.

"It's all here, and someone over there has already dealt with it. Everyone will only think it was an accident." Another person replied.

"At that time, other people will gradually join our team, making the idiots of the Ministry of Magic think that we only drank too much to make this incident."

If there were only a few of them, Lucius would naturally dare not provoke the Ministry of Magic at this time, but if there were enough participants, there would be no need to worry about these issues.

"Very well, let's start!" Lucius drew out his wand, roughly opened the wooden door, broke into the camp manager's cabin, and used magic to float the sleeping Muggles in the air.

However, this family was stunned by the wizard of the Ministry of Magic, and even if they were suspended in the air, they would not be able to wake up for a while.

If the tortured Muggle doesn't scream, how can it be regarded as torturing the Muggle?

So Malfoy used magic to wake them up, and then led the four of them toward the wizard's camp like a balloon.

Tonight, everyone is celebrating the Irish team's victory. It is undoubtedly the weakest time for the Quidditch World Cup. It is a good opportunity for them to start.

"I hope it will go smoothly over there," Malfoy murmured: "Okay, let's help this group of guys cheer!"

On the other side, McNeill and Avery are in action. Their task is to relieve the Mudblood's threat.

McNeill and Avery have always liked torturing their opponents, so they took this task and now they are waiting for Lucius to create chaos.

The noisy atmosphere in the night still did not subside, adding some difficulty to McNeill and Avery. They could not be found by others that something was wrong, and they had to eliminate the threat while they were in chaos. Therefore, the two of them did not rush into the tent, but when they saw a large fire light in the distance and the commotion around them, they broke into the tent under the cover of the phantom spell.

After entering the tent, McNeill and Avery were both stunned. The environment inside the tent was so simple that they could not imagine them. After they looked at each other, they began to search for the whereabouts of the owner of the tent with their wands.

However, they were surprised to find that there was no one in the tent at all.

"Damn it, that Mudblood didn't sleep in the tent. Where did they go." Avery was very annoyed by this. They planned for a long time, risking such a big risk to eliminate the threat. As a result, the plan had just begun because the other party didn't know. Where to go, completely in vain.

"What should I do now, do you want to notify Lucius and let them cancel the plan?" McNeill asked with a frown.

"It's too late. We went to meet them and told them about this. The Mudblood should still be in the camp. If we are lucky enough..." Avery didn't say anything, he also knew that he had met each other. The probability is not high.

Under the cover of the crowd, Avery and McNeill left in a hurry.

They didn't take much time to join the parade that was setting fire everywhere.

"We didn't find the Mudblood." McNeill said in a low voice.

"what happened?"

Lucius's good mood disappeared all at once.

"I don't know, he's not in his tent, and no one else is there." McNeill frowned and asked, "What are you going to do now?"

"What else can I do? Of course, continue the parade." Lucius thought for a moment and said, "Go to Weasley. That guy has a good relationship with Weasley. Maybe they will be there, even if you can't find anyone. It can also leave a deep memory on Harry Potter."

It is impossible to stop.

Since the main goal can't be achieved, then complete their original goal. At first, they just wanted to give Fudge an impressive lesson.

The parade is getting bigger and bigger, and even some dark wizards who are not Death Eaters have joined in. It seems that they want to take this opportunity to vent, which is a good thing for Lucius.

The tent was burning, the Muggles above their heads were screaming in horror, and the parade still used magic at the wizards who fled in embarrassment, not caring about who hurt them.

Anyway, creating more chaos was the right choice, and those cowards from the Ministry of Magic were afraid to step forward to stop them. Because the number of people here is overwhelming, and the four Muggles above their heads also gave them good excuses.

Yes, they are not afraid, but afraid of the safety of those Muggles.

Once there is an excuse, no one is willing to risk the threat to fight against the black wizards, at least until the Ministry of Magic gathers more helpers, they will stop all this. This is difficult, because the Ministry of Magic has to help maintain order, and the British Ministry of Magic obviously does not have enough staff.

Before the wizards of the Ministry of Magic gathered enough people to stop the chaos, things changed. Some tents lit by them suddenly exploded, as if someone lit a small bottle of gas and scared the black wizards who were marching. I jumped, thinking that an enemy was chanting a spell at them.

The parade is still moving forward, but the surrounding explosions are getting more and more frequent, especially the tents ignited by them, which seem to have turned into bombs. Once they explode, the contents inside will splash around and make the parade group. A little embarrassed.

"Damn it, what's going on?" Looking at several of his companions who were blown up, Lucius's face went gloomy all at once.

So far, he is still at a loss. He didn't understand what happened. He only felt that the tents around him might explode at any time. If it wasn't for the idiots of the Ministry of Magic who didn't dare to come up, they would probably be in even greater trouble.

At this moment, a green light rose into the air, and Lucius was horrified to find that a huge green sparkling thing appeared to them. It was something familiar to them... the Dark Mark.

It was like being stabbed into a hornet's nest, and the wizards around them all Apparated and fled here, as if they were afraid of being involved with that thing.

Lucius knew that tonight's farce was over, and he left without any hesitation.

Everyone knows what the Dark Mark means. It is a provocation to the Ministry of Magic. This undoubtedly touches the nerves of many people, and the Ministry will not stop there.

After the wizard left, the Muggles who lost their magical control immediately fell from the sky, were caught by the Ministry of Magic, and tampered with their memories.

Many wizards who were originally assembled, after seeing the group of dark wizards fleeing, all heaved a sigh of relief. It is undoubtedly a good thing not to have a conflict with them.

It's not that they are cowardly, but Crouch divides most of the manpower and rushes to the position where the Dark Mark rises. The Ministry of Magic is obviously more concerned about the daring to rise up than these troublemakers who don't know if it's a Death Eater. Demon-marked bastard, because that guy is undoubtedly a Death Eater, this is everyone's nervousness, after all, Death Eaters have always been the target of the Ministry of Magic's key attacks.

No one hopes that the peaceful life will be destroyed again, but they are doomed to be disappointed, and the last peaceful time is leaving them.

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