Ludo Bagman is a man Moody understands.

Arrogance, flamboyance, good gambling, insidious and cunning, but he is not a bad person, in general, the little problem on his body is a common problem of professional players, when he was young, because of the game to earn unimaginable wealth, so he developed all kinds of bad problems, and finally lost his family fortune.

Many will henceforth go into evil and submit to their sunken nature.

But Ludo Bagman was lucky because he had a score.

The Wembourne Hornets have won the league championship 18 times since their inception. Ludo Bagman has reached the European Championship several times in the English flag. It was the youth of a generation.

Not only did his great prestige easily escape the Ministry's reckoning after the fall of Voldemort for the first time, as he had crossed paths with a Death Eater, but Ludo Bagman later claimed that he did not know that he was a Death Eater.

This prestige also earned him a position in the Department of International Sports Exchange at the Ministry of Magic.

The various allowances in the ministry barely supported his life, so so far Ludo Bagman has not shown any dark magic tendencies.

Especially last year, the Ministry of Magic had a big raid, and in order to dig up the female cadres in the Ministry, the Aurors had monitored many officials, and Ludo Bagman really had nothing to do with the Death Eaters.

"Ginny is missing, just yesterday." Harry stepped forward and said coldly.

"Ginny? That little girl from the Weasleys?" Moody's magic eye narrowed slightly, and he immediately remembered the reddish-brown haired girl in the third grade, whom she knew several of Mr. Arthur's children, and he was very impressed with that girl, because the other Weasley imps had blue eyes, and she was the only one who inherited her mother's brown eyes.

Of course, this excellent level of spells also depended, he didn't know if a third-year student could easily use 'Thunderbolt explosions' was normal at Hogwarts today, but at his age, such a level of spells was enough to be called a genius.

And when you think of such a girl, she suddenly disappeared?

A fire burned in Moody's heart, and he couldn't just take Harry's words on one side, but also think about them.

Then, his body suddenly exuded a terrifying momentum that can only be found during the interrogation of prisoners, and a sense of oppression that can see through people's hearts rushed towards Ludo Bagman.

"What's going on with Bagman?" He said in a gruff voice, as if it had been carved out of a piece of rotten wood.

However, the metallic luster vaguely revealed from the lower body, and the leg prosthetic added a touch of sci-fi to him.

"How do I know?" Ludo Bagman, who was a little stunned by the sudden attack, finally came back to his senses at this moment. The flattering look on his face faded away and turned into a strange rage.

"I'm the head of the Department of Athletics at the Ministry of Magic, Alasto. And you, let go of me Black, are you going to be an enemy of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Huh—the Ministry of Magic?" Sirius sneered, he didn't mention the Ministry of Magic, but as soon as he mentioned the Ministry of Magic, the dog godfather suddenly became angry.

The wand he was holding suddenly approached Ludo Bagman, and the tip of the wand stirred the clothes on his body, which was a brown and red coat, with fine thorn lines, delicate patterns, and excellent materials, looking smooth and soft, "This dress is worth a lot!"

He looked at Ludo Bagman mockingly, "The shoes are custom-made at the Off-the-top clothing store."

"Why did you, who borrowed money from me yesterday, suddenly become so generous today?"

"Me?" Ludo Bagman's face froze, and he couldn't say anything.

However, he did not panic, the officials of the Ministry of Magic had so much gold of unknown origin that who could explain everything.

Anyway, he won't tell the origin of his gold gallons.

"It's urgent, go to Snape and ask for a truth potion!" Owen whispered, he now understood why the wizard had invented a truth potion when the Dementor Charm already existed.

It turned out to be for

At this time!

So far, Owen hadn't figured out why Koyatl's ancient magic was present in his body all morning.

Strictly speaking, there will only be one heir for a period of time, could it be that after so many years of development, there have been wizards who have researched the means of stripping the ancient magic from the body of the heir?

That's not right!

He became the heir for less than a year.

I'm afraid that the previous heirs have long since turned to ashes, where will they be stripped from?

His thoughts came to a dead end, but this incident reminded Owen that he should always have a truth spitting agent in the future!

His Regent Charm doesn't work on some people, or even countermeasures, and although he's only found one so far, who knows if there's anything else.

"Truth Elixir?" Sirius laughed mockingly, "It's a good choice, but I'm not going to beg that slug, not in my life."

"You-" Ludo Bagman became hysterical, struggling and screaming, "How dare you do anything to a Ministry of Magic ***! Alastor - you're just watching?"

"I'd like to get involved." The mad-eyed man Alastor Moody suddenly lowered his head, his scarred face barely a few inches in front of Bagman's face.

"I suddenly remembered." His tone was low and hoarse, "Last night, you said you went to Hogwarts to talk to Dumbledore about the game, but I asked Dumbledore this morning, and you didn't look for it, and- where's your box?"

"Chests? What chest?"

"Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb with me." He grabbed Ludo Bagman by the collar, "No one can hide this eye from me."

"Me"

Box?

A not-so-good term.

Something bad happened to Owen's heart.

Generally speaking, the appearance of chests, pockets, backpacks, and the like in the wizarding world will be associated with a spell, that is, the infinite stretch charm.

It is tightly controlled because of its potential for abuse. The Ministry of Magic has a strict rule about the spell: the Infinite Stretch Charm cannot be used for personal use, but only for the production of individual items that have been approved by the relevant Ministry of Magic.

Every year in the international magic trade, the Ministry of Magic finds a large number of various objects that cast spells without permission, so the Aurors are extremely sensitive to this kind of thing.

Hogwarts also conducts a review of students' belongings.

That is, Owen, his pockets, Dumbledore knows. That's why no one cares.

But if other young wizards do this, they will be called parents at best, and at worst they may be judged by the Ministry of Magic.

And if Ludo Bagman had brought a chest into Hogwarts yesterday, what would it be inside?

It wouldn't be a big box of cockroaches to bribe Dumbledore.

Suddenly, Owen thought of an even worse possibility, if this dog thing is really connected to the goblins, then let's assume that the goblins want something out of Hogwarts?

For the members of the Weasley family?

No—it just needs to lure them out of the castle, people are alive, and the little wizard will not stay in the castle for the rest of his life.

Again, it's not an object.

Because these are easy to bring out of the castle.

Unless something like a house is something like it, they can't get out and can only break into the castle, just like in the previous fairy wars.

Wait a minute!!!

Damn—it won't be.

As he spoke, Owen hurriedly groped around for a while, and in the puzzled eyes of the crowd, he pulled out a mirror from the inside pocket of his coat.

Raising the mirror, he hurriedly shouted, "Hey, hey, hey! Dobby isn't there."

"Zizi—"

"Hey?" Owen yelled.

But after half a ring, there was still no answer.

Dobby would never fail to answer his calls.

"Cao Nima's." After scolding, Owen, who understood everything, turned his head and ran back.

"What's wrong?" Harry subconsciously chased after him. He didn't know why, but he believed in Owen very much.

"Kitchen!" Owen, who had re-entered the snowstorm, roared angrily.

Behind him, Harry's ears were ringing, and he instantly understood what Owen meant.

Someone wants to open the secret room in the kitchen before they do!!

Damn—he couldn't figure it out, but his steps couldn't help but get faster.

At this time, even the wind and snow that used to be in the dormitory, watching with an appreciative attitude, became annoying at the moment, and their hands stretched out like the spider silk of the eight-eyed spider in the Forbidden Forest, tying his feet little by little.

Harry's feet were deep and shallow, and all his strength was exhausted.

He was a little tired, he didn't even have time to breathe, his feet seemed to be about to take root, and he didn't want to pull them out again when he stepped on them.

"Whew-" The wind grew louder.

The teenager, who had just run off the ridge, was back on the road.

When he finally re-stepped onto the covered bridge that connected to the cliffs of Hogwarts, Harry's forehead was covered in sweat.

After dragging his unobedient legs, he walked into the courtyard with difficulty. At a glance, I saw Ron's figure.

At this time, he was sitting on the stairs outside the bell tower.

Raising his head, his eyes looking at the path leading to Hogsmeade as if he were being obscured by something.

I couldn't hear the sound of Ginny's tantrum in the snow, and the gray sky was the weak sun shining on the road, which made everything lifeless. It's like it's sprinkled with salt.

Owen rubbed shoulders with him, like two threads that did not intersect.

Then a number of young wizards appeared in front of him.

Shape ***, but not looking at him.

The many young wizards in blue and raspberry robes were staring behind them with angry faces.

And what about the little wizards of Hogwarts?

The little wizards at Hogwarts probably have complexity written all over their faces.

There are many witches who are full of disgust.

"Already beaten?" Owen looked back, but his footsteps didn't stop.

He could understand the red-haired boy's mood at this time.

———— I knew it wasn't my moon, but for a moment, the moonlight did shine on me, and in a trance, I thought it was only mine.

So, he was confused.

The onlookers didn't feel the pain.

Years later, when they recall that cold morning, they may only think of that distant battle that took place in the school infirmary.

At that time, in the infirmary, under the healing of Madam Pomfrey's potion, Koyatl had almost regained his senses.

Her head was still dizzy and her limbs were a little uncoordinated, but she was able to get off the ground.

She dragged her uncomfortable body and reluctantly got out of bed, although there were many young wizards of Ilvermorny around her who were urging her to rest for a while, but she knew in her heart that she still had something to do—something very important, and she must not waste time on the hospital bed.

"Stewart."

An angry roar came from the door of the infirmary.

She looked up indifferently and saw a red-haired boy standing in front of the infirmary door, his eyes looking at her like flames.

"Yo—isn't that the nice guy from Hogwarts?" Ron's appearance immediately made the little wizards of Ilvermorny around him angry.

They said in a harsh tone, "What, have you sent any more information?"

While Ron helped Ilvermorny to some extent, don't expect the boys to smile at each other.

For this Ron - they have nothing but jealousy and anger, and if the goddess of your dreams is snatched away by a hairy boy from an out-of-school school, even if it is only in name, you are still angry.

Especially at the prom, the two even hugged and danced together.

this

It only aggravated their already overflowing jealousy.

The crowd was filled with malice.

<divcss=&ot;ntentadv&ot;> but when the man who spoke first turned his skin into a cyan glow like a stone, they subconsciously took a step back.

Petrification Charm.

He walked past the door and hit the wizard directly.

"She's my sister."

Ron walked step by step, the flame in his heart seemed to burn the marble under his feet.

"How dare you do it to my sister."

The next moment, the gray spell galloped away.

The same Koyatl pulled out his wand beside the bed and fought back.

The two spells collided in the air, making a loud explosion.

In the flickering light and shadow, the unicorn wand in Ron's hand waved again.

Disarming Charm –

Obstacle Spell –

Petrification Spell –

He seems to have a deep understanding of Professor Flitwick's true legacy, and his attacks are fast and dense.

Although it was nowhere near Miss Granger's, the quick spell from different angles still made the onlookers jaw-dropping.

"All curses are over!"

Koyatl shouted the spell wearily, her arms weak, her head not very clear, resisting Ron's spell and exhausting the energy she had built up all morning.

At this time, the wizard of Ilvermorny on the side reacted.

They each raised their wands and began to launch a fierce assault on Ron.

It is undeniable that Ron has indeed made rapid progress in magic under Owen's training in the past few years.

In other words, the Weasleys were originally very talented in magic, but because Charlie and Bill were too good, the children behind them were not so obvious.

But this talent still surpasses that of most young wizards.

For example, now: Ron was not defeated in the first place, although he could not hold out for a second.

Near or far, the next moment, the spell that flew from nowhere could completely defeat him.

But in these few seconds, reinforcements were brought to him.

Two more red-haired ones rushed through the door.

It was George and Fred.

After glancing at the battle in the school infirmary, the two joined without any hesitation.

What ensued was a battle of magic.

The twins' spell level is not much stronger than that of his brothers, but they are better at cooperating, and there is also some kind of magic blessing between the twin wands, and with the endless prank props, for a while, just looking at the scene, they have a tendency to suppress each other.

Ron broke free from the scuffle against the Ilvermorny wizards and confronted Koatl.

"Where's my sister?"

Koyatl didn't speak, probably tired.

The silver hair slipped and scattered like a ray of moonlight.

The corners of the girl's mouth rose slightly, revealing a half-mocking smile.

Seeing this, Ron only felt as if something had broken in his heart.

He looked at the girl with a bitter, hideous expression.

The next moment, his mind was full of the posture that Owen had used to make when he dealt with the Dark Wizard, and he thought of a spell and was about to come out.

There seemed to be countless people in his head encouraging him to recite the spell.

Whispering is the temptation of the devil.

Subsequently—

"Drill Heart. Rip off the bones!"

The red spell struck Koyatl.

As for her, she only frowned slightly.

The Drill Heart Spell is not a spell that ordinary people can cast, and it requires an extremely high magical realm and magical energy. And it only works when the caster has a great desire to cause pain to the other person and makes it happy.

After Sirius' death, Harry cast a spell on Bellatrix Lestrange after his death, only to cause him to fall.

Ron is even less likely to have any effect.

"Click—"

The slight sound of a branch breaking sounded.

Ron stared blankly at the wand in his hand.

Unicorn tail feathers are the purest magical items, and they cannot tolerate black magic.

The Drill Heart Spell just now left a terrible scar on the wand.

"Hehe-"

Koyatl, holding the window edge with one hand and her wand in the other, sweat drenching her hair from her forehead, but none of this could suppress the smile on her lips.

Indifferent, yet cruel laughter.

Bright red eyes were like a blood moon, and an uneasy, weird, dangerous gaze was directed at Ron's body.

"It seems like you didn't really feel the pain."

She said, "yes. A little wizard like you."

"A wizard like you"

She muttered to herself, like an evil princess from one fairy tale.

You could see the struggle, the hatred, the hatred on her face.

It was as if negative emotions had made a pot of soup, and she didn't hesitate to drink it all.

After a while, the corners of her irrepressible mouth cracked in a larger arc, and the girl became hysterical, but her eyes were simple, cold and fierce.

"Then you can try it."

With that, she waved her wand, and the voice that shouted the spell from her mouth was a little crazy, "Drill the heart—cut the bones!"

"Remove your weapons."

A red light shot out of Koyatl's wand, and at the same time a red light shot out of Ron's wand - two red lights of different shades met in the air - Ron's wand suddenly vibrated as if it were electrified, and he clutched it so tightly that he couldn't let it go even if he wanted to.

A thin beam of light connected the two wands.

Thousands of arcs of light appeared above them. Arcs of light intertwine around them, eventually forming a dome's golden net, a cage made of light.

The light fell, sank to the floor and disappeared, like snow.

"What's going on?"

"This? What is this?"

The little wizards around them held their breath and looked at the brilliant light curtain in front of them in shock.

I don't understand why Ron and Koyatl's spells become entangled with each other and turn into a tug-of-war.

The magic seemed to be visualized, and some kind of gas floating out of the wand was transformed into a spell, and they could see it clearly.

The two sides confronted each other until a noisy voice was heard outside the courtroom.

"Bang-" A hurricane. Enveloping Ron, the spells they had intertwined were blown away.

The wind pushed Ron and blew him to the nearest bed, where he hit the window edge and hit his ribs.

"Stop!"

The sound was like a bell, and it immediately suppressed all the little wizards present.

Everyone looked over and saw an old man with a white beard standing in front of the school infirmary.

He was dressed in a thick light blue robe, and he was raising his hands and looking at them with a serious gaze.

"Albus—" At this moment, another headmaster walked behind Dumbledore, Professor Ulari of Ilvermorny.

With a worried look on her face, she walked over to Koyatl after glancing at Ron, who was holding his stomach and was fine.

"Oh! Oh my God!"

Professor McGonagall walked over at this point, but staggered back when she saw the devastation, and then looked at the author of it all, Ron and the Twins.

"Why are you involved every time you cause trouble?" The professor watched as Ron took a heavy breath.

"I," Ron clutched his stomach, his face turning pained, "I want to know why, too."

"Miller

Baby." Dumbledore finally spoke again, and he said flatly, "Take Mr. Weasley to my office, I think there's something to talk to them about."

"But Professor, my sister she," Ron bent over, bitterness in his heart.

"I think I might be able to find your sister, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore looked at Ron, behind the semicircular glasses was a kind of confidence, a powerful confidence.

Seeing this, Ron was finally speechless.

Frustrated, with his head bowed and his stomach clutched like an old man with inconvenient steps, he staggered out of the school infirmary, and the moment he left the door, he looked at Koyatl for the last time.

That's—a face full of fear!

After Professor McGonagall captured the Twins, they left the area.

Later, Dumbledore checked on Koattel's injuries and left the school infirmary.

At the same time, Owen was in Hogsmeade at this time.

It wasn't until about twenty minutes after it was all over that Owen reappeared at Hogwarts.

The road at the foot of the mountain is not easy to walk, originally it took more than ten minutes to walk from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade Village, not to mention the heavy snow today, the snow is almost covering the thighs of the little wizard.

This path is even harder.

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