Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 847: World Cup Final

"Merlin's beard, you are really hard to find here."

Fred looked around the tent and looked at his friend suspiciously, "Don't tell me, you've been living here for the last few days?"

"Don't be stupid Fred, Albert likes to enjoy life more than you, how could he sleep here." George thought Fred's words sounded stupid, and handed the parchment that Sirius asked them to help hand over to Albert, by the way, bring the topic back to the reason why the two came to Albert.

"You asked Sirius to help you bet?"

When George saw that Albert was looking at the parchment seriously and had no intention of answering, he knew that the other party had acquiesced.

Some things, just know in your heart, there is no need to reveal them.

George continued: "We made a bet on Ludo Bagman, like Black, that Ireland would win the game and score first, but Victor Klum would catch the Snitch... …”

"And, after the game, the score between the two sides will not exceed thirty points." Fred grabbed George's words and continued.

"How many times?"

"What?" Fred didn't respond for a while.

"Eight times," George said immediately.

"Ludo Bagman has lost quite a few Galleons recently." Albert took out a pen from his pocket and began to annotate on the parchment, saying without looking up, "He asked Guling The fairies in the pavilion have borrowed a large sum of Galleons, and it is estimated that they will not be able to pay."

"You mean..." George frowned deeply, clearly understanding what Albert meant, "Is he going to default on his debt? No wonder I think his reaction just now was a bit strange."

"The goblins won't let Bagman default." Fred shook his head. "They're not house-elves."

"No, you didn't understand what Albert meant." George interrupted, raising his hand, "What he meant was that Bagman might lose our Galleon. And of course, the goblin's Galleon ."

"Can you talk normally?" Fred felt that he couldn't keep up with the thinking mode of the two. He and George were obviously twins. Why could George understand but he couldn't?

"The Irish team's mascot is the Leprechauns, who like to throw magic gold coins on the pitch after their performances," Albert added.

"The leprechaun's gold coin does look a lot like Galleon. Do you think Bagman might fool us with the leprechaun's gold coin?" George frowned as he considered a solution.

"As long as we check the gold coins as soon as we receive them, we shouldn't be easily fooled by Bagman." Although Fred had never seen the gold coins of the Leprechauns, he believed that Bagman could not be vigilant when they were alert. to fool them.

"Lee Jordan's tent is nearby, you can go to him later and tell him about it." Albert took a sip from the teacup and urged, "You haven't seen each other yet. Pass his family!"

"Looks like you've gained a lot!" George couldn't help but sighed at Albert's way of making money, "However, Bagman deserves it."

Fred and George's last sympathy for Bagman evaporates after learning from Albert that Bagman is tricking himself with fake gold coins.

"He gambles too much, and he loses too many Galleons. The debt from the goblin is destined to be unbearable, and he is expected to choose to run away in the end." Albert reminded: "If you want to get Money, before he has money, or you won't even get a nut from Bagman."

"Looks like it's worse than we thought," George muttered softly. "I'll talk to Lee Jordan about it."

"Then... see you tonight!"

Before leaving the tent, Fred suddenly turned his head and asked, "By the way, you seem to be very optimistic about the magazine published by Blake?"

"Because people need it!" Albert laughed.

After the Weasleys left, Albert continued to flip through the parchment in his hand. For a moment, he seemed to remember something, called the house elf Bit, took out a glass bottle from the deformed lizard skin bag and handed it to the house elf. The glass bottle contained black beads.

Albert lowered his voice and told the house-elves what to do tonight.

Beat looked nervously at the glass bottle in his hand, but nodded anyway, saying he would be done.

"Oh, by the way, after watching the game tonight, we will leave here immediately, this tent doesn't need to be cleaned up, just throw it here, then you can Apparate with your suitcase and leave, and you'll be fine. With that thing in your hand, it's a gift left for the group of troubled dark wizards, remember to spread out, don't let people suspect us."

"I know the master." The house-elf Bite bowed slightly and went back to prepare before leaving.

Albert put away the revised parchment and returned to the box, telling Kathleen and Valeria about leaving the night before.

As for whether the two leave with them, that is not something he can decide.

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"After the game, shall we go home?"

Nia took Albert's hand and followed the crowd to stroll through the forest. They had walked this road several times, and they still knew the environment here.

"How's the third place game, haven't you watched it?" Katrina knew that Albert had tickets for the third place game, and the price of first-class tickets was not cheap.

"I have already sold the tickets for the third place." Albert looked at the crowd in front and said calmly: "After tonight, there will probably be martial law here."

"It seems that the situation is really bad. How did you know that something would happen tonight?" Valeria was curious about the news that Albert got from there.

"Don't you know he's a prophet?" Katrina muttered softly.

"The Prophet?"

The two of them looked at Albert together, "You are sure you are not a poor divination."

After a short stop of silence, Kathleen suddenly asked, "Did you cheat by prophecy during the Potions Tournament?"

"You think I need to cheat?" Albert asked rhetorically.

"Prophecy is really unreasonable." Valeria looked at Albert with fiery eyes, no wonder Albert always guessed which team would win.

In this Quidditch World Cup, they won a lot of money by betting, and although they had to share a part of it, the gold coins they earned were still considerable.

"What did you predict?" Kathleen demanded.

"Flame, Dark Wizard, and Dark Mark." Albert said in a low voice.

"What is the Dark Mark?" Valeria and Catherine didn't know anything about Voldemort's mark.

In fact, young wizards today don't know much about the Dark Mark.

No way, compared to the first Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, Voldemort's reputation is more only spread in Europe, and most of his followers stay in the UK, unlike Grindelwald who has a wide range of Supporters, naturally no one told Catherine and Valeria not to call Voldemort by his first name, and no one told them what the Dark Mark was.

"I suggest you read the Daily Prophet tomorrow morning." Albert made a shush gesture for them not to talk about the subject here.

"Can't be mentioned?"

"British wizards are very taboo to talk about this, and you will know when you read the newspaper tomorrow."

After they separated on the top floor, Albert entered the familiar box and found that there were already quite a few acquaintances here.

Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys were all in the same box, Fred and George waved at Albert, and Harry was chatting with a house-elf. Seeing why he looks angry.

In the corner of the back row, there is a house-elf who seems to be occupying a seat for the master, but Albert knew that the old Crouch would not come to the final because the vacancy was actually reserved for the little Crouch.

To be honest, Albert really wanted to sneak off the invisibility cloak on the other side and give the audience in the box an unexpected surprise. He was convinced that this would definitely be more sensational than who won the Quidditch World Cup. Fudge would have been thrilled to let the Dementors give little Crouch a kiss.

However, now is not the time. Little Crouch is still useful. Albert finally held back. If he kills people, he will not be able to squeeze out the panel tasks in the later stage.

"What's wrong?" Isobel noticed Albert's mood changes.

"Nothing." Albert shook his head.

She didn't think it was nothing, following Albert's line of sight just now, looking at the empty seat next to the house-elf, she couldn't help frowning and thinking, but Isobel didn't want to go any further, and after sitting down, she started talking to Katrina. say.

At this time, the box began to enter again, and the Minister of Magic Fudge walked in with the Bulgarian Minister.

The two reached out and gestured towards each other, speaking to each other in a language that the other did not understand.

Well, at least Fudge doesn't understand Bulgarian, and the Bulgarian minister doesn't necessarily understand English.

If you don't use English to communicate with Fudge, 80% of the time you are having fun with Fudge.

After the two came the Malfoys, and Lucius Malfoy seemed to have had some unpleasant exchanges with the Weasleys.

At least, the expression on Mr. Weasley's face was unnatural after a few simple chats.

The Bulgarian minister who was sitting in the front row was no longer making fun of Fudge, and chatted with Albert who was sitting behind them.

The people in the box had weird expressions, and Fudge was no exception, because he found that Albert was chatting with each other in a very smooth Bulgarian, and the two seemed to know each other and were very familiar.

Then again, does this guy have such a wide range of friends?

Even the Bulgarian Minister of Magic knows? If you don't know it, you think you're pure blood.

Fudge suddenly understood why the Wizengamore UK youth representative had been like that last time.

"I should have asked you to translate for me just now. This kind of thing is usually handled by Barty Crouch. You should know Barty!"

"I've met a few times." Albert looked back at his new friend and asked in fluent Bulgarian: "Mr. Obalonsk should understand English!"

"Understandable, but I think it's more fun." The Bulgarian minister shrugged his shoulders, not embarrassed at all, "Also, the guy thought I didn't understand English, so he didn't have much scruples when he spoke. Yes. Now, who do you think will win tonight?"

"It's hard to say, but Ireland has a bigger advantage. The Bulgarian team won the championship on Krum. If Krum can't catch the Snitch before the gap between the two sides is completely widened, he will lose the championship. There is an opportunity." Albert said honestly, "Both sides should be very clear about this, and in the end it depends on who is more prepared and who has better luck."

"You're right."

The Bulgarian minister is naturally aware of the weaknesses of the Bulgarian team, but he does not think that the Bulgarian team has no hope of winning the championship.

The game kicked off with Ludo's shouts. After the Bulgarian team's mascot Veela entered the stadium, many of the men present still suffered "social death". Harry and Ron were already prepared. When the veela danced, he closed his eyes and missed the trick, but Fred and George were not so lucky, and even Percy was caught.

For this reason, Draco Malfoy, who was sitting behind them, pointed at them, his face full of schadenfreude.

Ireland's mascots are more popular. The group of dwarves wearing red vests and beards swept over their heads and formed various fireworks. Finally, they formed a huge, shiny tree. The dazzling clover swirled and sprinkled a lot of gold coins above the audience's heads, and the audience below were scrambling for it.

"Don't they know that these gold coins will disappear?" Nia looked at the few dwarf gold coins in her hand, and did not understand the audience's mentality.

Moreover, after the gold coins rained in the sky, some people actually thought that the gold coins were real.

"A lot of people don't know." As Albert spoke, he caught a glimpse of a hand that appeared out of nowhere and was taking the wand from Harry's pocket. Hands cover face.

At this moment, the panel quest was triggered. Although it didn't give much experience, it still made Albert's mouth twitch happily. This was a good start.

As soon as he got the wand, little Crouch, who had not yet recovered from his excitement, suddenly shuddered, and he couldn't help but look around. He felt an inexplicable malice just now.

Who is it?

Little Crouch looked around, but couldn't find the person who disturbed him.

"Some people even if they know it's fake, they still collect them with great interest. Everyone cares more about this lively atmosphere."

It really deserves to be the World Cup. Both national teams showed great strength. They did not test each other, and the game went straight to the heat.

The Irish, in particular, continued the Americans' tactics and were quickly taking points away from the Bulgarian team when they pressed Krum.

Unsurprisingly, Ireland scored first. The Irish fans on the pitch frantically cheered for the first goal.

The game was still going on, and Ireland did a better job of pressing than the United States, forcing Krum to use the Lansky fake to buy himself time.

This time, he didn't fall to the ground, but his opponent, Lin Qi, made a solid attack, giving him the opportunity to find the Snitch without any interference.

"I think they're fighting for their lives, don't they really worry about breaking their necks?" Nia was still a little unaccustomed to seeing such a scene. If it were an ordinary person, she would definitely have fallen to her death.

"If you fall to your death, you can only admit that you are unlucky."

Following the cheers of the Irish supporters and the doctor's treatment, Lynch got up again, mounted his Firebolt, and returned to the field.

However, it is not difficult for Albert to see that Lin Qi is in a very bad condition. The close contact with the ground just now caused him serious damage. The Irish team obviously realized this and accelerated the attack on the Bulgarian team. Offensive, superb skills and subtle coordination quickly allowed them to quickly grab a lot of points from the Bulgarian team. Perhaps, the Irish team didn't expect Lynch to catch the Snitch from the start.

After the score was further opened up, the pressure on the Bulgarian players became very high, especially after the score increased to 100, they had to resort to violence against the U.S. team again, giving Krum a chance to catch Golden Snitch chance.

The competition starts to get unscrupulous.

The level of ferocity and intensity was never seen before by any audience.

The batsmen on both sides showed no mercy, especially the Bulgarian batsman, who waved their sticks fiercely, not caring whether they were hitting the ball or the person at all. Swipe to create chaos.

Their Seeker was equally fierce, and in order to prevent the opponent from scoring, he charged directly at the pursuer with the ghost ball, almost knocking the girl off the broom.

The veelas who were originally spectators also began to help create chaos, wrestling with the Irish leprechauns, and even to distract the referee, a veela took advantage of the chaos to light the referee's broom tail.

Amid the chaos, Krum tries to repeat his old trick and break free from his opponent's hold. However, Ireland's two Seekers are still keeping their eyes on Klum, constantly using the Bludgers to cause him trouble.

Free throw, free throw, or free throw.

The Bulgarian team paid for their tactics, they lost a lot of points, and Klum failed to catch the Snitch in a short time, and was injured because of the Bludger, and his face His expression became more gloomy.

"Bulgaria lost!" Albert said softly, looking at the scoreboard.

Because Ireland already leads Bulgaria with 170 points.

However, many spectators didn't notice this, staring at the heated pitch and protesting with dissatisfaction, unaware that Ireland had actually won.

Krum is clearly aware of this, too.

They lost, and they failed miserably.

So, when he saw the Irish Seeker chasing the Snitch, he did not hesitate to speed up to chase after him.

Krum didn't step up to stop the other side from catching the Snitch, but to end the game. He knew he had to do it so that the Bulgarian team could end with dignity. This is the only thing he can do now.

After all, a small gap in the score can make their fans think that Bulgaria is just out of luck.

If you are beaten down, it will seriously damage the self-confidence of teammates and fans.

Both are speeding up and diving in pursuit of the Snitch.

This time ~IndoMTL.com~ Krum didn't hit the ground like last time, but Lin Qi, who was accelerating with him, hit the ground for the second time.

However, instead of smiling, Krum, who caught the Snitch, had a gloomy expression on his face. He personally made the Bulgarian team lose the game.

"A very brave person." Nia commented.

"Krum was really brave, he let Bulgaria lose the game with dignity." Albert agreed with Nia.

"Yeah, our lad fought bravely." The Bulgarian minister glanced at Fudge's face and said in fluent English.

"What! Do you speak English?" Fudge glared at the Bulgarian minister very annoyed, "but you let me gesturing here all day, like a fool!"

"Hey, that's a lot of fun." The Bulgarian minister shrugged and stood up, heading towards the podium below.

At this moment, on the heads of everyone, the leprechauns began to sprinkle a lot of gold coins to celebrate Ireland's championship.

Fudge, who knew that he was being tricked, was very annoyed. The Irish team won the Quidditch World Cup just now, which didn't make him happy. In the end, he put on a straight face, an expression of "I'm unhappy," and came on stage to present the award to the champion team.

"Let's go, we should go back."

Albert beckons the others to leave before the awards are over, while Fred and George go to Ludo Bagman for money, apparently not forgetting what Albert said.

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