Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard Chapter 459

Chapter 459 Barty Crouch

From dressing to 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.

 Let alone the administrator, Mr. Roberts, Kyle felt that even the most picky Uncle Vernon would have difficulty identifying 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, with no intention of looking for the Bulgarian.

Crouch frowned, looking a little impatient.

"Mr. Crouch." Percy hurried over and leaned forward in a bow that 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...” said George.

 “Now it seems that the truth is not like this…”

 “He probably doesn't even know who Percy is!”

Looking at the two people gloating about their misfortune, Percy's ears turned pink and he pretended to lower his head and fiddle with the teapot.

 Crouch not only came to see Bagman this time, but also discussed with Mr. Weasley about the embargo on flying carpets.

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

  In other words, it is forbidden to cast magic on the carpet, let alone allow it to 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 has reason to suspect that this rule is definitely related to the broomstick company, and its purpose is 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 undrinkable teacup and left with Bagman.

 Subsequently, Kel and the others also pushed the cart toward 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 asked, "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, it's best to 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 Krum 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 the loan?" George frowned.

"But..." Fred thought for a moment and 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 period." 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? ?

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 themselves feeling a little dizzy.

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 little unreliable. He was too active, and when he spoke, 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 his fault 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.

At this time, basically all the spectators with tickets have arrived, and the number of people in the venue is much larger than in the morning.

With more people, there will naturally be more customers.

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

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

As a loyal Quidditch fan, she has been to almost every Quidditch match held during the holidays at Hogwarts.

It is impossible to miss this World Cup.

And Kyle has never seen Professor McGonagall like this.

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

Though 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, letting Professor McGonagall pick whatever he wanted and treat them to a treat.

"Oh, you did a great job." Professor McGonagall picked up a hairpin, which was a four-leaf clover made into a broom shape.

 Professor McGonagall liked it more and more, so she directly replaced her original one with it.

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

Two more professors came over from a short distance away, namely Professor Flitwick and Professor Aurora Sinister, who taught astronomy.

"Come and see, 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.

 (End of this chapter)

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