In the box, the others sat quietly in their chairs.

Only the three Weasley brothers, regardless of the image, collected Gareon.

Ginny blushed and was about to move, and when her brothers said hello, she even took out her wand.

"That's fake." Harry kindly reminded them.

The breath of these galleons is very different from the breath of the real galleons.

Ron was stunned, and with a shudder, he put Garon to his mouth and bit down hard, his teeth clutched.

He covered his mouth and looked grieving, "Harry, you lied to me, it's not chocolate, it's real gold!" ”

Hermione had brought that kind of gold coin chocolate before, and when Ron first saw it, he really thought it was real gold coin, and almost knelt down and called Hermione "Mommy", and threw a dozen gold coins over casually, what kind of rich woman must be.

Even after learning later that it was chocolate, not gold, Ron was not disappointed.

The chocolate was delicious.

"That's the magic gold of the Irish leprechaun." Fudge opened his mouth and explained, "Of course it can't be a gold Galleon, the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow it, such a large amount of Galleons is much larger than the ticket revenue." ”

"And Ireland is a small and poor country, and it can't afford to spend so much money."

The Minister of Magic of Ireland scoffed and tilted his head away.

"Mr. Weasleys don't have to be so excited." Old Malfoy sneered, "I'm afraid that something that disappears in a few hours won't satisfy your dreams of being rich." ”

Ron's face flushed.

George put the bag away and said in a cold tone, "We just love money, but Mr. Malfoy, you should take care of your dear son." ”

"I'm afraid he's going to fall in love with Meiwa, and he can't extricate himself." Fred clutched his chest and said in a pompous tone, "Maybe the Malfoy family will usher in the first Lady Meiwa?" ”

Draco couldn't hear a few people talking, and he was still caught up in the effects of Meiwa's magic.

Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth: "Clean mouth." ”

George opened his mouth and let out a sigh at Lucius, "Thank you for your concern, but I brushed my teeth this morning, and it should be much cleaner than the basilisk's mouth?" ”

Lucius's face turned whiter.

Fudge's face also changed slightly, and he played a round game: "Okay, let's watch the game, Bagman has been introduced to the Irish team." ”

The Bulgarian and Irish Ministers of Magic looked curious, and they wondered what the Malfoys had to do with the basilisk and the Weasleys.

But Fudge was at a disappointment, and when the game began, they couldn't ask any more questions.

Let both Lucius and Fudge breathe a sigh of relief.

There is a big gap between the professional team and the school team, not only in the quality of the individual players, but also in the tactics of the whole team.

The Gryffindor varsity team also has tactics, but the tactics are limited to the coordination between chasers and batsmen, as for Harry, the Seeker, let Harry play, and what the other Gryffindor players have to do is to ensure that they don't fall behind by one hundred and fifty points before Harry catches the Golden Snitch.

At Hogwarts.

Whoever can catch the Golden Snitch will be the winner.

But in the hands of these professional teams, the proportion of the Golden Snitch is no longer so large, and the batsman restricts and harasses the Seeker more, Ireland is even better in this regard, and the score was rewritten to 30:0 in the opening ten minutes.

Bulgaria has been more successful in restricting Seekers.

The Seekers of the Irish team, in the air, can barely dodge the Bludgers, and have little time to look for the Golden Snitch.

The Bulgarian Krum, although he was also restricted, was a very good flyer, almost on par with Harry.

And bold.

Frequent "Lansky feints" – a dangerous flying technique – are a dangerous technique of plunging from the air to the ground at top speed, and when you are about to fall, apply the brakes and pull the broom back.

The Irish Seeker didn't have the same good skills and didn't have that much guts.

The first time, he was tricked by Krum and dived together, but instead of the Golden Snitch, he almost broke his neck, so the match was suspended for five minutes, and St. Mungo's doctor simply took care of his injuries before continuing.

The Seeker in Ireland cringed.

He didn't dare to dive at such a fast speed with Krum again, and he was so afraid that he even dodged the Quaffle.

In stark contrast to the Seeker, it is the scoreline.

Ireland is far ahead in the score, and they see the situation of their own Seeker, and they also know that it is almost impossible to catch the Golden Snitch again in this state, so they simply adjust their tactics directly and half-give up their own Seeker.

As the action of the two teams became bigger and bigger, the atmosphere in the stadium became more and more hot.

The girls and the leprechauns got into a fight, and many of the audience were attracted to the past, but they quickly turned their eyes back to the arena - they weren't good-looking, they didn't tear their clothes, and the girls had already turned into birds.

"He really loves this feint." As Crum dived down again, Ron sighed, "Harry, you can use it more"

"No, it's not a feint, he's finally spotted the Golden Snitch." Harry shook his head, staring at Krum's landing spot, "I don't need this feint either, the other three houses have much worse flying skills than the Seekers. ”

Ron only listened to the first half of the sentence, and excitedly held up the binoculars and stared at Krum.

Ireland's search for a team, at first I thought it was another scam, he chased it, but not so closely.

But soon, he also spotted the Golden Snitch and sped up, almost at the same level as Krum.

And then

He slammed to the ground, his head almost shoulder-level.

And Krum raised his right hand high, clutching a golden snitch that flapped his wings to escape, and his face flushed with excitement, but when he turned around and looked at the sky above the stadium, the huge scoreboard, his face instantly turned pale again.

“160:170。”

Bulgaria is in front, Ireland is in the back.

Krum caught the Golden Snitch and was the winner of the Seekers, but by just ten points, he lost the match.

Bulgaria's Minister of Magic took off his hat and threw himself to the ground, cursing.

The Minister of Magic of Ireland leaped to his feet, waved his wand, and flew a broomstick, and he rode quickly to the pitch to celebrate with his own players, oh, and to comfort the Seeker who broke his neck.

George, Fred and Sirius cheered together: "We won!" ”

Ludo's face turned pale.

He stared at the three men, his eyes full of disbelief.

How can it be!

Krum catches the Golden Snitch, but Ireland wins the game, how can it be so coincidental?

"Mr. Potter, do you know the future?" Ludo swallowed hard, and the huge sum of 1,200 Galleons weighed down his heart for a while, and his voice became hoarse.

Harry looked at him curiously, "Why do you think that, if I could, I would have pressed at least a thousand Galleons on you." ”

Ludo gasped.

It's good, but luckily Mr. Potter doesn't know the future.

"Mr. Bagman, one thousand two hundred Galleons." George and Fred grinned and gestured at him, "Don't forget. ”

Ludo barely squeezed out a smile: "Of course, I will give you the money soon, 1,200 Galleons is a lot, how about getting out of the gymnasium?" I'm going to prepare. ”

After a grand awards ceremony.

The wizards left the stadium in a crowd.

"This game ended too quickly." Ron touched the telescope in his hand, twenty Galleons, only one day.

"It's night." Hermione looked up, and the setting sun sank, burning the clouds hot.

George and Fred walked aside, discussing with Sirius how to spend the huge sum of 1,200 Galleons.

They made it all the way back to the camp.

After a simple dinner.

Ludo came to the door with a bag of Galleons: "Mr. Weasley, this is your bonus, a full 1,200 Galleons, as the director of the Department of Magical Sports, I won't owe you anything, do you want to count it?" ”

"Of course." George was full of answers.

Fred reached out and took the bag.

Ludo's expression froze.

Are these two children a little too ignorant? I even point out my identity, so I don't sell face?

Just took out a Galleon.

Without George looking at him, Harry immediately spoke, "Fake, leprechaun coins." ”

Ludo's expression froze again.

Sirius' eyes became dangerous, and he raised his wand and aimed it at him, "Mr. Bagman? ”

"No, Mr. Black, please don't do that, there's two hundred real Galleons in that bag." Ludorian raised his hand and pleaded in a pleading tone, "But this outcome is too unlikely, my promise is a little too sloppy, so forget it, you see"

"When you take it, you don't say it's just that." Harry interrupted.

George put the bag away, not planning to continue counting, anyway, in a few hours, the "counterfeit money" will disappear automatically: "Mr. Bagman, you don't want anyone in the Ministry of Magic to know that Ludo Bagman is a liar." ”

"And he's still a liar who will fool the little wizards of Hogwarts." Fred echoed, yin and yang.

"Gotta give me time." Ludo glanced at Harry, "At least this year, I can do it this year." ”

Harry looked at him, "You're going to make money from me?" ”

Ludo shook his head and didn't speak, "You'll know when school starts, Mr. Potter, it's going to be an interesting year." ”

"We can be lenient with you to return the money to us after a year." George pulled Sirius for a discussion, cleared his throat, and spoke aloud, "But on the other hand, in a year's time, will it still be twelve hundred Galleons?" ”

Ludo glanced at the fierce Black, and Lupin, who was expressionless, but also raised his wand, gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Of course it's fine, but you have to do me a small favor." ”

"What's the busy?" George asked.

Ludobi gestured in the shape of an owl: "Wait until school starts, owl contact." ”

The mystery was secretive, but George and the others agreed.

Ludo Bagman couldn't run.

With a thousand Galleons missing, George and Fred had some trouble sleeping, and they pulled Harry and Ron to play the board game brought by Hermione, transforming them with spells to make the pieces more vivid.

Until nine or ten o'clock.

There was a panicked noise outside the tent, and some men and women were crying.

Harry drew his Gryffindor sword, drew his wand, and strapped on Quinn before cautiously leaning out of the tent.

Spells flew around the camp, and the wizards fled frantically, into the distance.

A group of black-robed wizards were in groups, drunk, laughing wildly, and the spell was shot out of this team, and above their heads, there were four people, Harry could see it clearly, one of them was Mr. Roberts, the camp administrator, and the other three had no magic on them, they were ordinary people, and they seemed to be Mr. Roberts's wife and children.

"Is this how wizards get drunk and make trouble?" Harry looked at George and Fred on the side, expressionless.

The two brothers' faces turned pale, and they shook their heads vigorously: "No, wizards don't take pleasure in playing with Muggles, this is something that only evil dark wizards do." ”

George spoke.

In the group, a wizard waved his wand and set the nearest tent on fire, and the maniacal laughter that came out of his mouth could be heard clearly even by George and Fred, who were so far away.

There is still tonight, before half past nine~~

(End of chapter)