......

Bagmun can't be blamed, after all, the result of Van Lin's determination is an act of giving money in the eyes of most people, and the most important thing is that people who know Van Lin's way of doing ...... Van Lin wasn't interested in Quidditch at all.

However, Van Lin was a little more aware of Bagmun's dealings with goblins.

These goblins don't have much to say, and in the eyes of goblins, only gold coins are eternal.

Bagmun probably made some kind of deal with the goblins, or made a bet.

Judging from Bagmun's extraordinary enthusiasm for Harry, Bagmon's eyes are naturally locked on the Three Witches Fighting Competition, which should be the only event with unprecedented topicality in recent years except for the World Cup.

Naturally, as an official of the Ministry of Magic, Bagmun was still able to find an opportunity to make a fortune in this.

Dealing with goblins is nothing more than Bagmun pressing the treasure on Harry's body, a gambling agreement or something, earning gold.

He had always liked to do this, otherwise, he would not have owed such a large debt as Van Lin.

This is not a good habit, at least, it will leave a lot of hidden dangers and tricks.

However, Van Lin was very curious about how Bagmun got in touch with those goblins, knowing that he hadn't even paid Fred and George.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bagmunt,......" said Van Lin with a smile, "and I would venture to ask, Mr. Bagmun, are those elves your friends?"

"Oh, of course. Bagmun grinned, "We're talking about something, it's about the Ministry of Magic's financial ......"

Fan Lin immediately understood that these goblins were probably from Gringotts.

"Mr. Bagmun is very busy, then, but those who are capable are always used, and Minister Connelly Fudge must have been wise in his decision-making. ”

"After all, the minister still has a lot of things to deal with......" Bagmun chuckled dryly, and then changed the subject, his purpose was not to be the little ghost in front of him who had made himself a large debt.

"I'm sorry, but ......," Bagmun looked at the young wizards in embarrassment, "if you don't mind, I think I need to have a good talk with Harry......"

"Oh, of course. Van Lin made a gesture of please, and Bagmun took Harry away.

"When will the finances of the Ministry of Magic need to be managed by the Minister of Sports?" Ron said in surprise.

"He's just trying to get a fortune on those goblins. ”

Van Lin shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Otherwise, thousands of gold gallons will make him have a bad time for a whole year." ”

Bagmund led Harry to the end of the three broomsticks, the furthest from Lady Rosemat.

"I thought I should congratulate you again on your great performance against the Trumpet-Tailed Dragon, it was so good. Bagmun said.

"Thank you. Harry said, but he knew that Bagmun had to say more than that, for he could praise his companions before leaving, so why should he break them off?

"It's a nightmare. When Bagmun noticed that Harry was looking that way, he lowered his voice and said to Harry, "They don't speak English well...... Fortunately, they will be finger-pointed. The guys always spoke in Gobrodek. But I only know one word, which means to an axe, and I don't like to use it lest they think I'm threatening them. He let out a low, deep laugh.

"What do they want?" asked Harry.

"Uh, this ......" Bagmun suddenly looked a little nervous, "they ...... They're looking for Barty Crouch. ”

"Why did you find this? Didn't he work as a priest in London?"

"Uh...... In fact, I don't know where he is," said Bagmun, "and he's kind of ...... I don't come to work anymore. I haven't seen him in weeks. His assistant Percy Jr. said he was sick. Ostensibly he had already called the owl to deliver instructions. But Harry, don't tell anyone about that, okay, because Rita Skeeter is asking about his whereabouts, and I'm sure she'll blow Barty's illness as a bad omen, or that he's missing like Percy Zorkins. “

"You've got Perthie. Any news from Joggins?" Harry asked.

"Nope. "I have sent for her, but it is strange that she must have arrived in Albania, for she was going to see her second cousin, and then left her cousin's house to see her aunt in the south, and disappeared on the way." Let me think about where she's going, she's not like the kind of person who elopes with someone else...... But...... What are we doing? talking about elves and Perthie. What about Jorkins? I'd like to ask you. ”

Bagmun lowered his voice and said, "What happened to the golden egg?"

"Uh, that's good. Harry lied.

Bagmun seemed to see his dishonesty.

"Listen, Harry," he still whispered, "I don't feel very good about all this, you've been drawn into this race, though you are reluctant, but if ...... If I can help...... I'll show you the right direction...... I'm biased towards you...... It's the way you get past that dragon, okay, that's it. ”

Harry looked at his round face and the two blue eyes that looked like children.

"We'll find a clue in the egg, right?" he said casually. Bagmund was a little impatient, "We all want a Hogwarts-style victory, do we?"

"Did you help Cedric?" asked Harry.

Bagmun's smooth face wrinkled at this point. "No, I, I mean, I'm biased towards you, I just want to help you with a ......"

"In that case, thank you so much. But I think the egg will crack in a few days. ”

He didn't know if he would accept Bagmun's help, for Bagmun was a stranger, and if he did, he would feel that he had deceived his companion.

If Van Lin heard this, he would definitely not let Harry refuse, this kind of thing for nothing, if you don't take advantage of it, you can't take advantage of it......

In fact, Harry would have been furious if he had opened the market at will, even though Fred and George had always done so.

Bagmun looked a little upset.

Just then, Fred and George appeared, and Bagmund said no more.

"Hello, Mr. Bagmun, may you have a glass of wine?" said Fred, cheerfully.

"No, thank you, man. Bagmund gave Harry a final look of disappointment.

Fred and George were equally disappointed, looking at Harry as if he had let them down.

"Alright, it's time for me to go. Nice to meet you, Harry, and good luck. ”

Bagmun hurried out of the bar, and several goblins got up and followed him out.

Harry walked over to the table where the others had been sitting in front of them.

"What does he want to do?" asked Ron.

"Want to help me with the Golden Eggs. Harry replied. "He shouldn't have done that. ”

Hermione was surprised, "He's one of the judges, and you've got a clue, haven't you?"

"Well, almost. Harry said.

"I think Dumbledore would be very angry if he knew that Bagmund was secretly helping you, and I wish he did the same to Cedric. Hermione said unconcernedly, she could see that cheating was tradition, like a fire dragon, or something.

If you hadn't prepared in advance, it wouldn't have been as simple as getting injured, and besides, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had never intended to play fairly, did they.

"He won't, I asked him. Harry sighed.

"Who cares if he helps Diggory or not?" Ron said, and Harry nodded in agreement.

"The demons don't look friendly. What are they doing here?" said Hermione, taking a sip of her beer.

Bagmund said they were looking for Crouch. He was sick and didn't go to work for a week. Harry said.

"Maybe Percy poisoned him so he could sit in the position of Minister of International Magical Cooperation. Ron said indifferently.

Hermione glared at him, complaining that he shouldn't have made such a joke.

Van Lin's attitude is the same as Ron's, so it seems that Barty Crouch has completely fallen.

He received the news early on, and it didn't surprise him at all.

"It's funny, a couple of goblins are looking for Crouch, they should be dealing with someone from the Magical Animals Control Bureau. ”

"Crouch speaks several languages, and perhaps the elves are looking for him to be his interpreter. Harry said.

"Are you worried about poor elves?" Ron asked Hermione, "Do you want to form a society to protect them?"

"Haha, goblins don't need to be protected by others. Haven't you heard what Professor Bincy said about the goblin rebellion?" asked Hermione rhetorically.

"Nope. Ron and Harry said in unison.

"They're amazing," Hermione took another sip of beer, "they're not like those maid elves. ”

"They're really powerful, or at least, Gringotts is in Egypt where the Ministry of Magic can be outlawed. Van Lin said as he took a sip of Butterbeer.

Gabrielle was obediently drinking a glass of lemonade, while Dennis looked at the people in front of him with a confused expression.

Ron's position was facing the door, but a man who annoyed everyone walked in just in time.

Rita Skeeter came in, wearing a yellow blouse with a harsh red hem and the big-bellied photographer with her. She ordered a drink, and the two made their way through the crowd and sat down at the table next to them.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at her, and saw that she was talking smugly.

"I think we'd better stay away from her. Van Lin looked down and said, now is not the time to deal with Rita, to be exact, he has no initiative in this occasion.

Several people nodded, but Rita's damn voice came, and everyone couldn't help but listen.

"They don't really want to talk to us? What do you think? Why is he with a bunch of goblins? Boring, he's a master liar, is something going on? We should make some articles, let's call it 'Shameless Former Magician Bagmon'. Write it down, and we'll have to make up some stories. ”

"Whose life do you want to destroy?" said Harry, exclaimed.

Many looked up, and when Rita could see who was speaking, her eyes widened behind her jeweled glasses.

"Harry," she grinned, "great, why are you here?"

"I was trying to bring you a long broom to settle the score. Harry said angrily, "Why did you write Hagrid like that?"

"The reader has the right to know the truth of the matter, I am just doing what I should ......"

"Who cares he's a half-giant?" called Harry, "he's normal. ”

The bar was silent, and the proprietress was watching all this from the counter, not even knowing that the wine was overflowing.

Rita's smile was a little stiff, but she recovered immediately. And quickly pulled a pen and paper out of her crocodile purse, and said, "How about an interview?" tell me what you know about Hagrid, the story behind the muscular guy, and why you became friends with him. Do you think of him as a father?"

Hermione stood up with a "whoosh", holding the beer in her hand like a grenade.

"You terrible woman, you don't care about others, you only care about your story, even Bagmun ......"

"Sit down for me, idiot, how do you understand what we're talking about?" Rita said coldly, her sharp gaze on Hermione, "If I tell you something about Bagmon, you'll be so angry that your hair will curl up, not to-"

"It's not that your stuff isn't as good as Gilderoy Lockhart's. ”

Van Lin interrupted unceremoniously, "And you'd better think about what you're doing, or rather, what kind of words are appropriate to put in your mouth." ”

Rita choked on her, and she looked at the boy who had been sitting next to her.

"Vanlin Ale?" Rita was a little unsure, but her long-term training eyes made it clear to her that the boy was who he was.

Saving 100,000 wizards from the Dark Wizards at the Quidditch World Cup has been repeated in Daily Prophet for months.

Van Lin didn't respond, just frowned and looked at Rita.

Rita seems to have discovered something more valuable, the legend says that this little wizard is stronger than the professor, but it doesn't matter.

She got some news, the news of the Three Witches Fighting Competition, Fan Lin was jointly excluded by the two schools, and even did not hesitate to give up......

This in itself is a matter of controversy, and of course, Van Lin itself.

Young enough, strong enough, and a good friend of Harry Potter, and according to her observations, the boy also had some secret secrets with the warriors of Beauxbatons.

Friendship?