The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

Ireland will win, but can Kroom catch the Snitch?Impossible, boys, that's impossible... I'm giving you good odds... plus the five Galleons for that ridiculous wand, well, then shall we..."

Ludo Bagman quickly pulled out his notebook and quill, and scribbled down the twin brother's name, while the Wesleys watched with concern.

"It's done." George took the small strip of parchment that Bagman handed him, and stuffed it into the front of his robe.

Bagman, who got another big order, was in a good mood, and turned to Mr. Weissley again with joy.

"Arthur, can you do me a favor?" he asked. "I've been looking for Barty Crouch. The official I was dealing with in Bulgaria was trying to make things difficult for us, but he didn't say a single word to me." Neither. Barty will fix that, he speaks about 150 languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" said Percy suddenly, froze at the twins' jeers, and suddenly found an interjection. "He can speak two hundred languages! Mermaid's, turkey's, and There are trolls..."

"Anyone can speak the language of trolls," Fred said disapprovingly. "Just point to it and make a purring sound."

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

At this moment, a silver-haired figure appeared next to the Wesley family at some point, looking thoughtfully at Bagman who was talking with Percy.

"Hey, Professor Dracula, when did you come?" Harry was the first to notice that there was an extra figure here, and after seeing who it was, he asked in surprise, "I thought you didn't like Quidditch matches." !"

"I'm really not interested in the game itself." Dracula nodded, "However, in the near future, there may be a lot of fun near the World Cup venue."

Dracula raised 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 put all your money on?"

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

"It's not all a hunch, we still have a factual basis." George is obviously full of confidence, "In this game, from the perspective of the overall strength of the team, Ireland is obviously more than one level stronger than Bulgaria."

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

"Don't worry, Professor Dracula, the two of us have played so many bets, and we have never lost a few times!"

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

"Is that so?" Dracula thought for a while, took out a bag of Galleons from his pocket, and threw them in front of Bagman.

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

Bagman, who was bragging with Percy, turned his head. When he saw the sack of Galleon, his mouth opened unconsciously, big enough to fit a Quaffle.

Afterwards, an uncontrollable ecstasy appeared on Bagman's face.

"Ah, no problem, of course no problem! Professor Dracula, right? Don't worry, I will definitely give you a very high magnification. You just 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 in his heart was that he made a lot of money this time.

Now that he got enough Galleons, Bagman didn't bother to chat and brag with Percy anymore, and even his interest in the Quidditch game has weakened a lot.

He just wanted to take these Galleons back and hide them.

After Bagman left, Fred and George happily joined Dracula.

"Professor Dracula, do you think our guess is accurate?" George asked expectantly.

"That's not true, I

I just want to see what the director of the sports department will do. Dracula shook his head with a chuckle, "To be honest, even if you really guessed right, you two may not be able to get the money you win." "

"Ah? Why is it like this?" Fred's eyes widened in astonishment, "The director of the Sports Department won't play a rogue, will he?"

"It's not necessarily true." Dracula sneered, "I just found out that his behavior was unusual, so I took a look with Legilimency..."

"You may not believe it, but Director Bagman owes a lot of gambling debts, and he is just waiting for the Quidditch World Cup final to come back and pay off the debts!"

Chapter 230 The Final Scene and Final Results

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"how so?!"

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

"What can we do, that's the start-up capital we prepared for the joke store!" Fred murmured.

"I used to like this player from the Wimbledon Hornets." George said dejectedly. "It's abominable. How did such a person become the director of the Sports Department?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed, then scowled again, looking at the twins with stern eyes.

"I'll teach you a lesson," she reprimanded loudly, "If you can learn from this incident and stop betting with others in the future, then these Galleons will not be in vain!"

However, Fred and George were of course reluctant to part with those Galleons. Under anxiety, they suddenly had an idea and turned to face Dracula.

"Professor, you also bought a sack of Galleons, so you can't just give it to that gambler Bagman?" George said angrily, "Whether you care about the money or not, if you gamble If he wins but doesn't pay him, then he obviously doesn't take you seriously!"

"Yes, Professor." Fred echoed, "We know you have money, but you can't spend it like this, right?"

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

"Yeah, I pushed a lot of Galleons in." He had a smile on his face, but his voice gradually cooled down, "Even if Bagman can avoid anyone's debts, he will never Dare to take my money away."

The reason why Dracula made a bet was to help Fred and George.After all, these two live treasures are his students, what does it look like to be bullied by others?

It’s fine if they lose the bet, but if they really win the bet, Dracula, who bet a large sum of Galleons, has absolutely every reason to go to Bagman to collect debts, and by the way help Fred and George It's normal for the money to come.

Let the twins save some money, Dracula is looking forward to their joke shop coming out!

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Over time, an emotion called excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.At dawn, even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.

As the day drew back like a curtain and the sun shone from the distant horizon on thousands of eagerly waiting wizards, the last vestiges of concealment and camouflage vanished—

The crowd was wild with excitement at the news that the game was about to start, and continued to celebrate with all kinds of magic.

The Ministry of Magic is completely out of control, and can only succumb to the inevitable trend, stop fighting people, and let the obvious signs of magic use pop up everywhere.

Every few steps, phantom peddlers descend from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts full of weird and weird things:

There were glowing rosettes, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria, which screamed the names of the players; green tall hats decorated with shamrocks dancing in the wind; The lion printed on it roars from time to time; there are the national flags of the two countries, which will play the national anthems of their respective countries when they are waved; there are statues of famous players for collection, and those small statues can walk around on the palm of the wizard, looking proud Yang Yang's style...

Ron had spent the summer's pocket money on these souvenirs, the most expensive being a miniature statue of Viktor Krum, a Bulgarian star Seeker, which he liked quite a bit.

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

Sirius saw that Weisslai's family was struggling, so he waved his hand and took advantage of his usual wealth and wealth to directly cover all the little wizards' consumption today.

The Wesleys were still a little bit sorry, but they were pushed back by Sirius on the grounds of repaying the top tickets they bought.

So, when the gymnasium officially started to enter, every junior in Weslai's house took a panoramic telescope in their hands.

Fred and George were the most excited, holding these magical and complex functions

It seems that they want to secretly dismantle them to study their structure.

"Professor Dracula, where is your seat?" Mr. Wesley asked Dracula, "If it's not far away, we can go all the way in."

"Oh, I don't have a ticket." Dracula said calmly.

"What?" Mr. Weisley froze on the spot, "Um, this, wait a minute, I'll stop Ludo right away, he should still have some reserved seats."

"No need, I didn't come here to watch the game." Dracula shook his head with a light smile, "What's more, no one can stop me when I want to go in. Take care—"

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

"Hey, where's Professor Dracula?" Mr. Wesley didn't react at all, and Dracula disappeared, so he turned around and asked his wife and children, "Did any of you see Professor Dracula?" ? He won't leave without saying a word, will he?"

The young people in Wes's house looked around but couldn't find Dracula, they could only look at each other and shake their heads.

At this moment, Fred suddenly shouted:

"Look, is that Professor Dracula?"

Everyone looked at Fred, and found that he was holding his panoramic binoculars in front of his eyes, looking in the direction of the stadium.

"Oh my god, it's really Professor Dracula!" George also raised his panoramic binoculars 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 at.

They saw a silver-haired figure sitting comfortably inside the highest goal of the Quidditch field, leaning against the edge of the round ball frame, with one foot on the other side of the ball frame, and the other foot was lazy. hang down.

It can be seen in the panoramic telescope that Dracula is smiling and waving in their direction, as if they can still see their movements from such a distance.

Everyone: "..."

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

"I guess Professor Dracula wanted to sit up for a while, and our conversation just now gave him an excuse..." Ron had a familiar expression, "Dad, you don't know Dracula?" Professor, after you understand it, you will find that it is not surprising that he did anything."

Harry nodded approvingly.

"Your professor is really... different." Mr. Weisley thought for a long time before finally thinking of a more subtle adjective.

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

"What are you talking about me?" Dracula chuckled.

"Ah, how could that be!" Mr. Weissley was taken aback, and hurriedly denied, "With a professor who is so different from you, you can definitely lead the children to a new path different from the original education system. It's their luck!"

"Professor Dracula, how does it feel to be on the goal of the Quidditch World Cup stadium?" Fred asked cheerfully, "If it weren't for the fact that I would definitely be stopped by the security, I'd like to try it."

"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 quite comfortable to sit on." Dracula thought for a while, and then commented.

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

"It has to be you, professor." George gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Of course, the Weiss family obviously didn't expect Dracula to have another purpose.

He appeared on the highest goal to give a signal to the long-awaited Lucius Malfoy, telling Lucius that he was on the scene and could act with confidence.

Because Lucius, who is a Death Eater, has a hostile relationship with Dracula on the surface, and direct contact with him in public will eventually put Lucius at risk of exposure-in fact, Dracula didn't care about this at all , which was proposed by the timid Lucius.

After the episode, Mr. Wesley led the way, and everyone held

The things I bought, I walked quickly into the woods along the channel of the crowd.