Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

From his clothes to his appearance, Crouch is much better than the slovenly Ludo Bagman in every aspect.

With his neatly trimmed beard, shiny leather shoes, and spotless crisp suit, he looks like a real bank manager.

Not to mention the administrator, Mr. Roberts, Kyle felt that even the most picky Uncle Vernon would have difficulty discerning his true identity.

But Bagman didn't care.

He and Mr. Weasley finished a cup of tea and sat on the grass to drink leisurely, without any intention of looking for the Bulgarian.

Crouch frowned, looking impatient.

"Mr. Crouch." Percy hurried over, leaning forward and bowing, which made him look like a hunchback. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh," Crouch said, looking at the leisurely Bagman and then at Percy, "Okay...thank you, Weatherby."

Fred and George laughed so much that they almost squirted tea into their cups.

"Crouch, who speaks two hundred languages, actually remembered Percy's last name incorrectly." Fred lowered his voice and said to Kyle.

"Percy kept saying during the holidays that Crouch admired him..." George said.

"Now it seems that the truth is not like this..."

"He probably doesn't even know who Percy is!"

Seeing the two of them gloating, Percy's ears turned pink and he pretended to lower his head and fiddle with the teapot.

In addition to looking for Bagman this time, Crouch also discussed with Mr. Weasley about the ban on flying carpets.

There is nothing to say. Since the last century, carpets have been defined as Muggle artefacts and appear on the Register of Prohibited Magical Items.

In other words, it is forbidden to apply magic to the carpet, let alone let it fly with people. Once discovered, it would be time for someone from the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artefacts to come looking for him.

Kyle had reason to suspect that this rule was definitely related to the broomstick company, and its purpose was to prevent flying carpets from entering England.

After all, in terms of practicality, a flying carpet that can seat ten people is sometimes much more convenient than a broom... such as family travel.

Crouch still had a lot to do, so after chatting for a few words, he put down the undrinked tea cup and left with Bagman.

Afterwards, Kyle and others also pushed the cart towards the other side of the field.

They need to sell all the remaining items during the period before the game.

After leaving the tent far enough, Fred finally couldn't help but ask, "Kyle, why did you stop me just now? You heard it just now. Bagman gave us very high odds. We can make a lot of money." ."

"I just don't think he's reliable," Kyle said. "If you don't want to spend all your pocket money on it, you'd better stay away from him."

"No, we think we can guess the result of the game correctly this time." Fred said, "Trust our judgment...Ireland will definitely win, but Klum must have caught the Golden Snitch."

"It has nothing to do with this." Kyle shook his head, "Sometimes even if you guess correctly, you may not get the money."

"You mean...he might default on his debt?" George frowned.

"But..." Fred thought for a moment and then said: "Bagman is a celebrity after all, so he shouldn't be able to do such a thing."

"But now, almost ten years have passed since his most glorious time." Kyle said, "And he set such high odds. What do you expect him to pay you in Galleons and the director's salary in the end? ?

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It's enough if it's just the two of you betting, but don't forget, there are nearly 100,000 wizards here. "

Fred and George stopped talking.

They found that they did seem to be a little dizzy.

If you think about it carefully, before this World Cup, the name Ludo Bagman had not appeared for a long time.

"Huh... you're right!" Fred breathed out, "Okay, let's focus on these instead of playing games with Ludo Bagman."

He patted the box containing the fireworks.

"At least they can be exchanged for real gold coins."

"Wise choice," Cedric said with a smile.

He also felt that Ludo Bagman was a bit unreliable. He was too active, and when talking, he would always shake the pocket containing gold coins, as if he was specifically reminding others that he had a lot of money.

And when chatting a few days ago, his father also said that Bagman was once accused of passing information to Death Eaters.

Although it was finally confirmed that this was not his intention, it happened after all, and he could only make some "contributions" to the Ministry of Magic to make up for it and get himself released as soon as possible.

So he definitely can't get too many Galleons now.

After briefly calming down, Fred and George didn't think about it again and continued to push the cart toward crowded places.

By this time, almost all the audience with tickets had arrived, and the number of people at the venue was much larger than in the morning.

When there are more people, there will naturally be more customers.

Listening to the sound of gold coins clinking into the money box, the remaining regrets in Fred and George's hearts quickly disappeared.

And they met Professor McGonagall near the middle of the camp.

As a loyal Quidditch fan, she had gone to almost every Quidditch match held during the Hogwarts holidays.

This World Cup is naturally impossible to miss.

And Kyle had never seen Professor McGonagall like this.

Her round bun was finally put down, her hair was held with a four-leaf clover hairpin, her unchanging robe was replaced by the Irish team uniform, and her face was smeared with thick paint...

Although she wiped it off her face almost instantly, Kyle saw it... it was the Irish flag.

"You look really cool today...Professor McGonagall!" Kyle said with a thumbs up.

"I accept your opinion, Kyle." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "What are you doing?"

"I made some gadgets to add some atmosphere to the game." Kyle said, and pushed the cart over, saying that he would let Professor McGonagall pick whatever he wanted and treat them to a treat.

"Oh, it's really well done." Professor McGonagall picked up a hairpin, which was a four-leaf clover made into a broom shape.

The more Professor McGonagall looked at it, the more she liked it, and she directly replaced her original one with it.

"Minerva, you are here...oh, Kyle, Qiu...you are here too."

Two more professors came over from not far away, namely Professor Flitwick and Professor Aurora Sinister, who taught astronomy.

"Come and take a look, Filius." Professor McGonagall said happily: "Didn't you just say you wanted to buy a hat? I found it for you."

"Really?" Professor Flitwick quickened his pace and stood beside the car to pick out his favorite items.