"How so?!"

Fred and George were anxious like grasshoppers in a hot pan, circling around Dracula.

"What the hell, that's the start-up capital we have for the joke shop!" Fred muttered.

"I used to like this player from the Wimbourne Hornets." George said in frustration, "How did such a person become the director of the Department of Physical Education?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed, then straightened her face and looked at the twins with stern eyes.

"I'll teach you a lesson," she reprimanded loudly, "if you can learn from this and stop betting with anyone in the future, then these Galleons are not in vain!"

However, Fred and George, of course, were reluctant to give up on the golden Galleons, and in their anxiety, they suddenly had an idea and turned to face Dracula.

"Professor, you also pressed a sack of gold gallons, can't you just give them all to that gambler Bagman?" George said with an indignant face, "It doesn't matter if you care about the money or not, but if you win the bet and he doesn't give it, it's obviously not taking you seriously!"

"Yes, Professor." Fred chimed in, "We know you're rich, but you can't squander it, can you?"

Dracula gave them a somewhat amused look and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"yes, I've pressed a lot of gold Galleons into it." He had a smile on his face, but his voice grew colder, "Even if Bagman could hide from anyone's debts, he would never dare to take my share of it."

The reason why Dracula bet on a hand was actually to help Fred and George. After all, these two living treasures are their own students, what does it look like to be bullied by others?

If they lose the bet, that's fine, but if they do win, Dracula, who has pressed a lot of gold gallons, has absolutely every reason to go to Bagman to collect debts, and by the way, it's normal to help Fred and George bring the money over.

Let the twins save some money, Dracula is looking forward to the two of them in the joke shop!

……

As time passed, an emotion called excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud. At dawn, even the silent summer air seemed to tremble in anticipation.

When the day opened like a curtain and the sun shone on the thousands of eagerly waiting wizards from the distant horizon, the last traces of concealment and camouflage vanished—

The crowd was furious with the news that the game was about to begin, and they continued to use all kinds of magic to celebrate.

The Ministry of Magic was completely out of control, and had to succumb to the inevitable tendencies, no longer antagonistic to the people, and let the obvious signs of magic pop up everywhere.

Every few steps, a phantasmaged vendor descends from the sky, carrying a tray and pushing a cart full of strange things:

There are glowing rose-shaped badges, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria, and these badges can also scream the names of the players; There are green tall hats decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; There is a Bulgarian ribbon, and the lion printed on it roars from time to time; There are flags of the two countries, and when waved, the national anthems of their respective countries are played; There are statues of famous team members for collection, and those small statues can walk around in the palm of the wizard's hand in a triumphant manner..........

Ron had saved up an entire summer of pocket money to buy these souvenirs, with the small statue of a Bulgarian star Seeker, Viktor Krum, being the most expensive, and he liked it.

But when he later discovered a more practical panoramic telescope, he immediately regretted buying so many useless objects.

Sirius saw the constraints on the Wesley family's hand, so with a wave of his hand, he gave full play to his usual advantages of wealth and wealth, and directly covered all the expenses of the little wizards today.

The Wesleys were a little reluctant to go, but Sirius pushed them back on the pretext of repaying them for the top-floor tickets they bought.

So, when the gymnasium officially opened for admission, every Wes

The juniors who came to the house all had a panoramic telescope in their hands.

Fred and George were most excited, holding these telescopes with magical and complex functions, as if they wanted to secretly dismantle them and study their structure.

"Professor Dracula, where are you seated?" Mr. Wesley asked Dracula, "If it's not too far, we can go all the way in."

"Oh, I don't have a ticket." Dracula said with a calm face.

"What?" Mr. Wesley froze in place, "Uh, this, wait a minute, I'll stop Ludo right away, he should have some reserved slots in his hands."

"No, I didn't come here to watch the game." Dracula chuckled and shook his head, "What's more, no one can stop me when I want to go in. You've got it—"

As he spoke, as if to verify his claim, he suddenly disappeared in place.

"Huh, what about Professor Dracula?" Mr. Wesley didn't react at all, and disappeared from Dracula, so he turned to his wife and children and asked, "Did any of you see Professor Dracula?" He's not going to leave without saying a word, is he?"

The young people of the Wesley family looked around and couldn't find Dracula, so they could only look at each other and shake their heads.

At this moment, Fred suddenly shouted:

"Look, is that Professor Dracula?"

The crowd looked at Fred and found him holding his panoramic binoculars in front of them, looking in the direction of the stadium.

"Oh my God, it's really Professor Dracula!" George also held up his panoramic telescope and exclaimed, "He's still waving to us!"

Harry and the others hurriedly picked up their panoramic binoculars and looked in the direction Fred and George were looking.

They saw a silver-haired figure sitting comfortably in the highest goal of the Quidditch pitch, leaning on the edge of the round frame, one foot resting on the other and the other hanging languidly.

Dracula could be seen chuckling and waving in their direction through the panoramic telescope, as if he could see their movements from such a distance.

Crowd: "......"

"What is Professor Dracula doing...... Mr. Wesley asked, blankly.

"I guess Professor Dracula has wanted to go up and sit down for a while, and our conversation just now made an excuse for him......" Ron had a surprised expression, "Dad, you don't know Professor Dracula, and when you do, you'll find that it's not strange for him to do anything." ….

Harry nodded in agreement.

"This professor of yours is really ...... It's different." Mr. Wesley thought about it for a long time before finally coming up with a more subtle adjective.

A gust of wind blew, and before everyone could react, Dracula's signature long silver hair fluttered around them again.

"What are you saying ill of me?" Dracula chuckled.

"Ah, how could it be!" Mr. Wesley was taken aback and hurriedly denied it, "It is their luck to have such a different professor as you to be able to lead the children to a new path different from the original education system!"

"Professor Dracula, how does it feel to be on top of the goal at the Quidditch World Cup?" Fred asked gleefully, "If I wasn't sure I'd be stopped by security, I'd like to go up and give it a try."

"It's okay, the scenery is good, and the texture of the goal is softer than expected, it should be wrapped in sponge, and it's comfortable to sit on." Dracula thought for a moment, then commented.

"But the disadvantage is that the wind is a bit strong above, and the goal is still a bit narrow in the end, and it is easy for your feet to slip off when you put your feet on it, so it's better to stay on it for a long time."

"It's got to be you, Professor." George gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Of course, the Wesleys apparently didn't expect Dracula to have another purpose.

He appeared on the highest goal to give the anticipated Lucius Malfoy a signal that he was on the scene and could act with confidence.

Because Lucius, who is a Death Eater, is openly hostile to Dracula, direct contact with him in public will still put Lucius at risk of being exposed - in fact, Dracula doesn't care about this at all, this is brought up by the timid Lucius.

After the episode, Mr. Wesley led the way, and everyone walked briskly into the woods along the crowded passage with their purchases in hand.

Along the way, hundreds of people could be heard huddled around, shouting, laughing, and staccato singing. The frenzied excitement was contagious, and the Wesleys couldn't help but laugh from ear to ear.

They walked in the woods for twenty minutes, laughing and laughing loudly, and finally came out of the woods on the other side. By this time, they were already in the shadow of the huge gymnasium.

From this angle, they could only see part of the magnificent golden wall around the arena, which was also blocked by the tall Quidditch goal frame.

But it was clear that it would not be a problem to fit ten cathedrals in it.

"It can accommodate 100,000 spectators." Seeing the stunned expressions on the faces of the young wizards, Mr. Wesley explained, "Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been busy with this for a whole year. Muggle banishment has been cast on every inch of this place......

"Oh, you may not have learned the Muggle Expulsion Charm, but whenever a Muggle approaches here, they suddenly remember something urgent and hurry away...... May Merlin bless them."

Mr. Wesley said happily as he led the group to the nearest entrance, which was already filled with yelling wizards. ….

When they arrived at the entrance, they found that Dracula had disappeared again, and they didn't know where they had gone.

"First class." The witch from the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Top Floor! Keep going upstairs, Arthur, to the very top."

The staircase leading to the gymnasium is covered with a fuchsia carpet. Wesley and his family climbed the stairs with the crowd, and slowly the crowd moved into the stands on the left and right.

The top box was located at the top of the gymnasium, and it was facing the golden goalpost, the one on which Dracula had just sit. There are about twenty purple and gilded chairs, divided into two rows.

Wesley's family sat in the front row, and soon after, the Minister of Magic, Fudge, arrived at the scene.

When Fudge saw Sirius, who was with Wesley, and Harry in the midst of them, he furrowed his eyebrows and his face became gloomy.

Sirius, however, looked indifferent, sitting in his seat with his legs crossed, completely unconcerned about Fudge's performance.

As Bagman's voice, amplified by the amplification spell, fell, the Quidditch World Cup final officially began.

Even Harry, a talented Hogwarts chaser, had never seen such a good Quidditch match. He pressed the panoculars so tightly against his glasses that they almost sank into the bridge of his nose.

The speed of the players on both teams is simply unbelievable -

The chaser kept passing the Quaffle to the other team members, so fast that the commentator Bagman had no time to tell them their names, and he didn't have time to explain the situation on the field and the tactics used by each of the two teams.

Harry, who is very good at Quidditch, has read various Quidditch-related books and has experienced a lot of actual combat, can easily judge that although both sides are strong, the chasers of the Irish team are superb.

[Stable operation for many years, comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, old bookworms are using.]

He used a Lansky feint to deceive Ireland's Seeker Linzi, wounding his rival and catching the Golden Snitch on the second dive, ending normal match.

And yet—

After all, the gap between the chasers of the two teams was still too big, and the final score was fixed at 160:170.

Bulgaria: 160 points; Ireland: 170 points.

"Ireland wins!" Bagman shouted, seemingly bewildered by the abrupt end of the match, "Krum caught the Golden Snitch...... But Ireland won. Oh my God, I don't think anyone expected it to be like this!"

Meanwhile, Fred and George are about to have fun.

The two of them actually guessed the outcome of the game!

And both twins believe that with the help of Professor Dracula, Ludo Bagman will not dare to pay the bill.

The joke store for the two of them really has start-up capital!

……

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