Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Shadow
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It's still cold in the UK in January, with temperatures of around 4 degrees making students shudder in the open field β especially when they see Durmstrang students swimming shirtless in the lake. However, the hearts of the students who have just finished Christmas are still hot, after Rita's continuous reports on Harry Potter, her black material excavation project for Dumbledore and other professors is also in full swing, and the sudden revelations from time to time make the students who have subscribed to the Daily Prophet addicted.
Silver still lives his laid-back and cozy daysβif it weren't for Hermione's constant reminders about decrypting the golden eggs.
"Jack, you should spend more time and soul on the Golden Egg, and you shouldn't hang out with me in Hogsmeade. Hermione was walking down the streets of Hogsmeade with a bag of sugarless chocolates and Silver with her.
"But I think it's much more fun to be with you than to the golden egg that screams. Silver smacked the snake with a shy face.
Hermione was naturally not as cheeky as him, and after replying with a "flim tongue", she also slowed down, and walked slowly side by side with Silver.
They walked to the door of the Three Broomsticks Tavern.
"Why don't you go in and sit down, it's cold outside. A cold wind blew, and Silver cowered his neck.
Hermione, naturally, had no opinion.
The Three Broomsticks Tavern was as crowded as ever.
Silver glanced at the tavern, where Bagman was sitting in a dimly lit corner with a group of goblins, Bagman was lowering his voice and quickly saying something to the goblins, who were all crossing their arms and looking menacing.
He showed a look of surprise and said to Hermione, "Bagman, this guy is estimated to have lost a lot of money in the Quidditch World Cup, and most of those goblins are his creditors." β
"And what will Bagman do?" said Hermione.
"What to do?" Silver snorted, "Elves aren't gentle creditors, and they don't mind going to the extremes of recovering their debts. There are many wizards who have lost their families because they owe money to the elves and have sold their ancestral property - such as the famous pickpocket Montungus, who lost his ancestral property because he gambled too much when he was young, so he had to do some low-ranking things to make ends meet. If Bagman doesn't pay for it, he'll be left to live on the streets. β
As they spoke, Bagman saw them, and he looked surprised, "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Harry heard Bagman stiffly say to the elves, and hurried towards Silver, the baby-faced grinning again.
"Jack!" he said, "how are you? I wish I met you!
"Good, thank you. Silver said with a blank face.
"I wonder if I can say a few words to you alone, Jack?" said Bagman eagerly, "can this young lady give us a hand?"
Hermione was trying to find a reason to avoid it, but was stopped by Silver. "Bagman, Hermione is someone I trust, you don't have to break her up if you want to say anything. β
"Oh, this, okay. After a brief ideological struggle, Bagman finally decided to give up his worthless face for the time being. "Then let's find a table and sit down and talk. β
Bagman led Silver and Hermione to the end of the bar away from Mrs. Rosmerta, where there were few people close.
"Jack, I would like to congratulate you once again on your excellent performance against that Swedish short-nosed dragon. Bagman said, "It's amazing!"
"Thank you. Jack said that he naturally knew that Bagman wanted to say more than that, and he was not in a hurry to say it. Silver saw Bagman glance at the elves on the other side of the bar in the mirror, all of them squinting at Silver and Bagman silently with dark eyes.
"Definitely a nightmare. Bagman now looked at the elves as well, and said in a low voice, "They don't speak English well...... It's like going back to the Quidditch World Cup, tangling with the Bulgarians...... But at least the Bulgarians can make comparisons and make people understand. The guys were grunting and talking about their turkey ...... And I only know one word about turkey words. Bradwa, which means 'knife, sword'. I was reluctant to use the word for fear that they would think I was threatening them. β
He let out a low, short laugh.
"Alright, Bagman, what are the elves doing here, don't tell you to have a class reunion with them, Hogwarts doesn't accept elves. β
"Wellβthat's right...... Bagman said, suddenly nervous, "and they...... Well...... They're looking for Barty Crouch. β
"Look for Barty Crouch. Silver laughed, "Bagman, are you having fun with me?" what are the goblins doing with Crouch, Crouch doesn't like goblins. β
"It's, it's for ......" Bagman searched for a plausible reason, but Silver wasn't ready to go any further.
"That's enough, Bagman. Silver's voice became stern, "Don't think of me as a kid who doesn't know anything, I'm Jack Silver, those goblins came to you because your game at the Quidditch World Cup collapsed, you owe them a lot of money, do you want to come to me to borrow money?"
"No, no, no. Bagman denied it, but to Silver's eyes, he nodded weakly, "Okay, Jack, you must not tell anyone else, otherwise I will not be able to keep my job at the Ministry of Magic, yes, you are right, my gambling board collapsed, not only did I lose a lot of money, but I also owed the goblins five thousand Galleons, these goblins are ruthless enough, nine out of thirteen, ask me back and forth for six thousand five hundred Galleons, I can't even pay the interest now, let alone others." β
"Then what are you going to do, ask me if you want to borrow money?" said Silver, "it's not a small amount, and though I can call the shots, why should I lend it to you?"
"No, no, no. Bagman shook his head, "You don't need to lend me a single Nat, as long as Harry Potter can win the Triwizard Tournament, I will not only be able to pay back that money, but I will also be able to earn another one." β
Silver and Hermione looked at each other, "You haven't repented yet, Bagman, you still have to gamble, let's say, how are the odds outside?"
Bagman smiled reluctantly, "Naturally, Master Silver, your odds are the lowest, only one to two, Beauxbatons' chick is five to one, Durmstrang's Krum is three to one, and Harry Potter is as high as one to eleven." β
"Then you're trying to make me lose on purpose?"
Bagman was about to answer, when explosions and screams from outside the tavern interrupted him-
The voice - it seemed to be Neville's. Silver and Hermione hurried out of the three broomsticks and looked at where the screams were coming from.
A huge green skull mark floated in the air, and a python writhed in the skeleton's mouth, as if mocking the wizards on the ground.