"Ireland won." Fudge watched Bagman fall to the ground, but at this point he was in no mood to care what happened to Bagman, at this point someone had to step up and end the game: "Krum caught the Golden Snitch - but the Irish team won, Merlin's beard, I don't think anyone expected this to end like this!" ”

"But why did he catch the snitch at this time?" Ron was puzzled: "It's silly to finish the game when Ireland are 160 points ahead. ”

'He knew they couldn't catch up and the Irish chasers were fantastic.' Harry cheered loudly, "Victor, he just wants to end the game according to his situation, and that's probably it." ”

"That's brave!" Hermione leaned over and said appreciatively, then a slender hand pinched her chin, and Egg moved Hermione's little head in front of him, "What did you say?" ”

Hermione suddenly giggled, "Honey, are you jealous?" ”

"I didn't." Egger was expressionless.

"You have." Hermione's little face was full of seriousness.

Iger pouted, "I didn't." ”

"You have." Hermione was in hot pursuit.

"Well, I have, what do you want?" Egger's face was black.

Hermione burst out laughing, stood on tiptoe and kissed Egger on the face, then whispered in Egg's ear, "I just want to kiss you..."

Belch~

Harry, who was immersed in joy, turned his head to look in the direction of the two, and the joy of victory suddenly didn't smell good...

The award ceremony was being held in the venue, Harry, Ron and a group of boys were fanatical, only Egg dragged Hermione to sit in the back row and kissed secretly, and the originally expressionless face of Yu Mengyu on the side looked even stiffer...

Bagman came quickly, and rushed to Egger's box almost at the same time as he recovered his breath, holding a money bag in his hand, and looking at Egger in a cold sweat: "Aha, haha..."

"It's a thousand Galleons, Mr. Moritiss, count them." Bagman gasped for breath and his heart was pounding, and the twins looked at Bagman and grinned behind Egger.

With his hand on the bag, golden light gushed out from the bag, and golden galleons fell into the bag again after slashing a dazzling arc in mid-air.

"Yes, I'm satisfied." Eggle nodded.

"In that case... Look—" Bagman smiled dryly, his mouth wide open.

"It's okay, you're not going to die." Egger nodded: "The bet has been completed, it's not my decision, it's the bet." ”

As soon as Egger's words fell, Bagman suddenly felt an inexplicable relief in his heart, and from the time Galleon arrived in Egger's hands, the gambling power in his body had disappeared.

"Will you still gamble in the future?" Eggle looked at Bagman.

"Don't gamble, don't gamble." Bagman chuckled dryly.

Sadly, he's already in debt to pay off Egger and the twins' gambling money...

If you sell your property, you may be able to pay off your debts, but it seems that Bagman doesn't seem to have any intention of paying off other people's debts...

"Don't tell your mother about your gambling."

As the group walked toward the sidelines, Mr. Weasley looked pleadingly at his precious twin sons.

This father is about to be finished by his two good sons...

If Mrs. Weasley knew that the twins were gambling with others outside, and that the bet was fifty Galleons, the twins would certainly be disciplined, but it must be his father who bears the brunt of Mrs. Weasley's wrath.

Iger couldn't help but sigh a little.

This dad deserves to be like a grandson...

"Don't worry about Dad." Fred said happily: "We have other plans for this money, so we don't want him to be confiscated..."

Mr. Weasley hesitated, apparently wanting to ask what their plan was, but on second thought, there was probably nothing more than the Magic Trick Workshop.

As far as he knew, his two sons were partnering with Iger to open a magic trick workshop, with Iger owning 40 percent of the shares, Remus 30 percent, and the remaining 30 percent belonging to the twins.

Mr. Weasley guessed right, seeing that the Diagon Alley store was about to open, and the twins were already thinking about opening a branch in Hogsmeade...

As soon as the group returned to the camp, they saw that two short and sturdy stove princes had just turned over and roasted two whole sheep.

"It's great, if I have the opportunity in the future, I'll buy a house-elf for my family." Fred whistled.

"They should be free, you should hire one." Hermione yelled in annoyance.

"Yes, yes, you're right." Fred said happily, not arguing with Hermione.

"Why are you so talkative all of a sudden?" Behind him, Ron looked at his brother suspiciously.

"Don't argue with fools," Fred muttered quietly.

Ron was stunned, "But Egger always convinces her..."

"Yes, yes, you're right," George muttered casually, and the twins laughed, and Ron left with a black face.

In the tent, Charlie and Mr. Weasley were arguing about the sleeping room where the Bulgarian team member had just bumped into a foul, and a group of young girls chatted about something, and the excitement of the game continued until about ten o'clock in the evening, when everyone went back to sleep at the urging of Mr. Weasley.

Listening to the sound of the wizards outside the tent still partying all night, Egger roamed around the room with a piece of roast lamb shank, the roasted golden roast leg of lamb was slightly charred by Egger, with a hint of charcoal-grilled aroma.

Egger ate a leg of lamb and drank a few sips of whiskey from time to time, pricking up his ears to listen to the sounds outside the tent, and what made him more relieved was that until the second half of the night, there was not a single bad thing in the whole camp, this group of wizards from all over the world drank and gambled, but there were no Death Eaters outside to carry out terrorist attacks.

According to Lucius's previous conversation with himself, there are actually a lot of Death Eaters hidden in the wizarding world, among which there are some Voldemort's fans, but they are iron fans, in fact, they are at most some dogs, looking forward to the day when Voldemort will come back and take them to continue their crazy atrocities.

Egger guessed correctly, inside a hidden tent in the jungle, a group of people with black and gold masks gathered around in silence, and the atmosphere in the crowd was a little stiff.

"We can't do anything tonight, can we?" A deep voice rang out.

"Don't take me with you if you want to die..."Lucius wore a mask on his face and said in a gloomy voice: "That boy is still here, I promise you that it is definitely not my secret, but he just found me before the game, tonight, whoever moves, who dies." ”

A woman spoke, her voice sounding a little careless: "But why would he know?" Lucius, this has to make us suspicious..."

"I swear, not me." Lucius's voice was low: "No one can guess what he's thinking, not even Dumbledore... As far as I know, I am deeply helpless about it..."

"A fourteen-year-old child, if you want me to say you're too timid...", a rough voice rang out, it was a stout man, with a mask on his face, and judging from the exposed arms, his body hair was very vigorous, and in the wizarding world, such a person was probably a werewolf.

"People who used to think like this are dead, just like the former leader of your werewolves..."Lucius's voice was cold: "I'm not targeting anyone, I'm just stating the fact that no matter how many of us are tonight, with him, we don't even have a chance to escape, and that boy can defeat me without a rod when he is eleven years old." ”

"Look, what are you talking about?" The strong man laughed: "Lucius, who here can't defeat you?" ”

Lucius's face under the mask was very ugly: "No wand, do you want to try?" ”

The strong man snorted and stopped talking.

"So, after planning for so long and wanting to make some moves, the result is just that?" In the crowd, a voice rang out.

"It seems... That's all there is to it..."Lucius nodded.

Egger has made it very clear, I personally accompanied you to the carnival on the night of the World Cup, moved?

Nima's, I really don't dare to move...