"Dad, don't sell it, what is it that has something to do with us!" George asked anxiously.

"George, you're naïve!" Compared to his twin brother, Fred was a little listless, "What else could it be that has something to do with us students in school? It must be some kind of exam, homework, homework, etc......

"If you want me to say, maybe the Ministry of Magic can come up with something like a new exam statute, and it will be even more difficult to pass the ordinary wizard level exam in the future. Not to mention the Advanced Wizard Rank Exam."

"You still have the audacity to take the exam?" Hearing Fred's complaint, Mrs. Wesley glared at him and George viciously, "I haven't said you two yet, but you tell me about your O. How many doors did you pass in total? Together, the two of them don't have as many certificates as Percy alone!"

"Yes, Percy, a good intern at the Ministry of Magic—" George said in a long voice, "We've seen it for a long time, and he can bend his waist into a shrimp when he meets any minor officer of the Ministry of Magic!"

"That's right, Percy is the best at this kind of thing, and if he meets a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, maybe Percy can wipe the floor with his own nose!" Fred said with a grin.

"Shut up, Fred, George!" Percy's face flushed with anger.

"You're not in a position to laugh at Percy!" Apparently, Mrs. Weasley was looking for Percy, who had taken the twelve certificates, "Percy has at least a long-term ambition, what about you?"

"I used to think about all your mischievous stuff all day long, and even told me I wanted to open a joke shop in the future? I think you're just trying to me off!"

"Mom, you're discriminating against the industry! Every profession has a reason to exist." Fred shouted, "Quidditch wasn't originally a pastime for wizards, but now it's a decent profession!"

"Yes, Mom, you and Dad wanted Charlie to be a Quidditch pro!" George was also protesting from the side, "So how can a joke product that is also a pastime not be considered a good karma?"

Mrs. Wesley was stunned.

She glanced at the tents that were all over the field, all of them were watching the Quidditch World Cup final scores, and for a moment she couldn't find a word to refute it.

At that moment, Mr. Wesley suddenly jumped to his feet, smiled and waved to a man who had strode over.

"Here, I'll introduce you to one of the most important figures in this Quidditch World Cup final." He introduced Harry and the other children, "Ludo Bagman! He is the Director of the Department of Physical Education and Physical Education."

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The sparks jumped more than twenty feet high. They were going to stop them and prevent magic from being exposed to Muggles.

"Good morning, Director Bagman!" Percy hurriedly stepped forward and bowed deeply.

He bowed too eagerly, and the glasses on his face fell to the ground with inertia.

Fred and George laughed right away.

"I'm talking about it, I'm talking about it!" Fred exclaimed, "Percy can really wipe the floor with his own nose!"

Percy embarrassed as she retrieved her glasses from the ground, her face as red as charcoal burning from a campfire in front of the tent.

"Ah, by the way," Mr. Wesley smiled, and introduced Bagman again.

"This is my son Percy. Just came to work at the Ministry of Magic; This is Fred...... No, it's George, I'm sorry, that's Fred; This is my son Ron, and my daughter Ginny; It's Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

"Oh, by the way, and Sirius Black, who is Harry's godfather."

Bagman looked slightly surprised at Harry's name, and his eyes immediately swept to the scar on Harry's forehead.

Harry's behavior towards others was commonplace, and his expression didn't even change at all.

And when Mr. Wesley pronounced Sirius's name, Bagman was visibly startled, and subconsciously wanted to step back.

It wasn't until he saw that Sirius wasn't as brutal and insane as he was on the wanted list that he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You have to thank Ludo," Mr. Wesley continued, "and we owe it to him that we got such a good ticket—"

"Ah, hello everyone!" Bagman smiled and waved his hand, "It's nothing, Arthur and I are old buddies."

"Want to make a bet on the game, Arthur?" Immediately, he asked eagerly.

Bagman clanged the pockets of his yellow and black robes, which seemed to contain a lot of gold coins, "I've convinced Roddy Pontenay to bet me that he said Bulgaria would score the first goal – and I set him very high odds because I think Ireland's number three striker is the best I've seen in years...... Agatha Timms Jr. stabbed half of her Eel Farm stock on it, betting that the race would last a week." ….

"Oh...... Alright then," said Mr. Wesley, after a moment's hesitation, "let me think about it...... I'll make a Galleon bet on Ireland to win, okay?"

"A Galleon?" Ludo Bagman looked a little disappointed, but quickly regained his interest, "Good, good...... Is there anyone else who wants to gamble?"

"They're too young to gamble." Mr. Wesley blocks Fred and George, who are in high spirits, "Molly won't want to ......"

However, how could Fred and George, the two self-proclaimed Hogwarts gambling kings, be willing to just give up this great opportunity, they took out a large amount of gold Galleons.

Ron watched stunned, he had never known that his two older brothers were so rich.

"Wait, where did you get all this money?" Mr. Wesley was also stunned for a moment.

"Thanks to the generous Slytherin bosses!" Fred said with a grin.

"And Professor Dracula has also kindly sponsored some of it." George added.

"Well, whatever you saved up, but listen to me......" Mr. Wesley said in a low voice, "I don't want you to gamble. This is all your savings, you ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Wesley reprimanded him loudly.

"You two are still gambling at Hogwarts?!" She sent out all the anger that she had just been speechless by the twins, "I know why you didn't do well in the exam, it turns out that you have been doing this kind of thing all day!"

"Eh, it's a happy day, don't spoil the fun, Arthur, Molly!" Bagman said in a gruff voice, clanging the money in his pocket with excitement, "They've grown up and know what they want!"

"Hmm,

Since Ludo interceded for them...... Mrs. Weasley hesitated for a moment, then glared at the twins viciously, "This is the only time, not the next one!"

Mainly because of the high interest of the director of the Department of Physical Education, Mrs. Wesley only compromised once for the sake of Percy's popularity in the Ministry of Magic.

"Got it, Mom!"

Fred and George jumped up in glee, telling Bagman their options.

"You think Ireland will win, but Krum can catch the Golden Snitch? It can't be, kids, that's impossible...... I'm giving you very good odds...... And five Galleons for that funny wand, okay, are we ...... then?"

Ludo Bagman quickly pulled out his notebook and quill and scribbled the names of his twin brothers, while the Wesleys watched with some concern.

"It's finished." George took a small piece of parchment handed to him by Bagman and slipped it into the front of his robe.

Bagman, who had pulled another big order, was in a good mood, and turned to Mr. Wesley with a fluttering eyebrow.

"Arthur, can you do me a favor?" He asked, "I've been looking for Barty Crouch. The Bulgarian official with whom I spoke was asking us questions, but I couldn't understand a word of what he said. Barty will solve this problem, he will speak about 150 languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" Percy said suddenly, he had just froze there from the twins' ridicule, and suddenly found the topic to insert, "He can speak two hundred languages! Mermaids, turkeys, and trolls......"....

"Anyone can speak the language of a troll," Fred said disapprovingly, "and you just have to point at it and purr."

Percy gave Fred a vicious look, and then discussed with Bagman where Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, might be.

At that moment, a silver-haired figure appeared beside the Wesleys at some point, looking thoughtfully at Bagman, who was talking to Percy.

"Hey, Professor Dracula, when are you here?" Harry was the first to notice a figure here, and when he saw who it was, he asked in surprise, "I thought you didn't like Quidditch matches!"

"I really don't have much interest in the game itself." Dracula bowed, "However, it won't be long before there's likely to be a lot of fun near this World Cup venue."

Dracula curled the corners of his mouth happily and turned to look at Fred and George.

"Are you really going to bet with him?" He asked the twins, "Aren't you afraid of losing if you press all your net worth?"

"Don't be afraid, we have a hunch!" Fred said confidently.

"It's not all a hunch, we still have facts." George is also clearly full of confidence, "In this game, in terms of the overall strength of the team, Ireland is obviously more than one level stronger than Bulgaria."

"But who let Bulgaria have Krum, he's the best Seeker we've ever seen!"

"Don't worry, Professor Dracula, the two of us have made so many bets, and we really haven't lost a few times!"

Fred and George looked at each other with a smile, both of them looking confident.

"Is that so?" Dracula thought for a moment, took out a *** bag of gold galleons from his pocket, and threw it in front of Bagman.

"Mr. Bagman, give me a bet too." He chuckled, "Just like Fred and George."

Bagman, who was originally bragging with Percy, turned his head, and when he saw this *** bag of Kim Gallons, his mouth opened unconsciously, big enough to stuff a ghost flying ball.

Then, an irrepressible ecstasy appeared on Bagman's face.

"Ah, no problem, of course no problem! Professor Dracula, don't worry, I'll definitely give you a high multiplier, you can wait to make a lot of money!"

Of course, Bagman said that Dracula and the twins would make a lot of money, but what he thought was that he would make a lot of money this time.

Now that I have got enough

Enough gold gallons, Bagman didn't bother to talk and brag with Percy here anymore, and even his interest in Quidditch matches waned a lot.

He just wanted to bring the gold gallons back and hide them now.

After Bagman left, Fred and George jumped up to Dracula.

"Professor Dracula, do you think the two of us guessed correctly?" George asked expectantly.

"Not really, I just want to see what this director of the Department of Physical Education will do." Dracula chuckled and shook his head, "Seriously, even if you really guessed correctly, you two won't necessarily be able to get the money you two won."

"Huh? Why is this happening?" Fred's eyes widened in shock, "The director of the Department of Physical Education doesn't always play a scoundrel, does he?"

"Not necessarily." Dracula scoffed, "I just noticed that he was acting unusually, so I took a look at the Dementor ......

"You may not believe it, but this Director Bagman has a lot of gambling debts, and he is waiting for this Quidditch World Cup final to be repaid!"

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