Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 174: Ludo Bagman

This tent, which can be called a small family, now welcomes a guest.

This is a tall, middle-aged man who looks very eye-catching. He is wearing a long Quidditch ball gown with a wide cross of the same yellow and black on it, with a splash of ink on his chest. The huge wasp.

The slightly protruding abdomen indicates that he may have been lacking in exercise recently. It is not unusual for a person to be middle-aged and get a good figure.

"Hello, Ludo." Lucius immediately stood up from the mahogany seat he was sitting on, walked around the delicate round table in front of him, opened his arms, and walked. Go to the entrance of the tent to greet the man warmly.

The identity of this guest is undoubtedly a gambler who maintains a good appearance but is actually addicted to gambling-Ludo Bagman.

"Ah ho! Lucius!" Bagman exclaimed excitedly. This is his accustomed way of greeting. It seems that he is very familiar with everyone, but his eyes are a little drifting now, and he is caught in front of him. The luxurious furniture was fascinated. As soon as he opened the curtain of the tent and walked into this huge space, he felt the soft touch under his feet. With a slight glance, he saw a high-end carpet covering the entire room. The hues above are mainly black and green, echoing from a distance, supplemented by some painted, vivid printing patterns, which look low-key and luxurious, and the fluffy blankets are not exceptional, and they look like some kind of magical creature’s hair. Made.

Not to mention the other mahogany seats and the chandelier with gorgeous crystals hanging over his head. The shining light made him feel a little dizzy.

While Bagman was still surprised by these extravagant objects, Lucius had already walked up to him.

Lucius lifted his cane, made a gesture of please, and said in his somewhat low voice: "I think what you need most now is a cup of hot tea. It should be extremely cold outside these days. The weather doesn’t look very good."

"Yeah, I don't know if the Quidditch World Cup can be held on time." Bagman sighed and said melancholy.

"Dobby, serve the guests tea." Lucius ordered, and Dobby respectfully held a cup of steaming tea to the table.

"Dear guest, please take your time." It said flatly.

Bagman sat uncomfortably on the mahogany chair, twisting his body.

In the eyes of gamblers, especially in the eyes of gamblers with heavy debts, they have an extraordinary sense of smell for money. When they see some valuable items, they often don’t follow There should be a perspective to judge their value, and the only thing useful to them is how much money can be exchanged.

One hand of this gambler is unconsciously touching the corner of the long mahogany table in front of him. From his non-professional perspective, it is also an expensive piece of furniture. The other hand is holding the table. The cup on the table was delivered to my mouth, but I didn't taste the taste at all.

Bagman is a bit overwhelmed now. He originally thought that with his experience as a Quidditch player for so many years, he would be able to bet on the ball without any disadvantage, but the reality gave him a heavy blow. The previous analysis is completely useless, everything on the field is so fickle.

Even earlier, he was actually addicted to gambling. It’s just that he usually hides it well and maintains a well-dressed appearance. Even if it’s borrowing money, he just finds contact with ordinary wizards. Very few of those fairies.

But now he has almost no retreat. If he can't win back the huge debt he owed in the upcoming final, and then pay back the fairies, those fairies will go to Wizenga. The Moroccan court sued him and ruined him.

"What's the matter? Ludo?" Lucius looked at him strangely: "Is the tea not to your taste? Or try the coffee I brought from the Brazilian trustee? The taste should be very good." Then he continued to command impatiently to Dobby who was standing by at any time: "It seems that your tea is not to the taste of the guests. Your punishment will be discussed later. Now, go and change Mr. Bagman's new coffee. ."

Dobby trembled in horror, then forced himself back to normal.

"It's better to get along with young masters." Dobby thought this way, and then crouched back, ready to go to the kitchen.

"No, no, no, very good, your house elves are very good." Bagman seems to have only come to his senses now, and praised in response. He doesn't want to be punished when he gets to someone else's house. servant.

"That's good, I think we can go into the back room and talk." Lucius raised his eyebrows and made his own suggestion. He didn't notice Bagman's anomaly, or Lucius. I just guessed that Bagman might be a little uncomfortable. I couldn't imagine what the world would look like in the eyes of a gambler.

"Okay." Bagman nodded, then agreed to the request~IndoMTL.com~ and Lucius walked into a room in the corner of the hall.

After a while, Bagman walked out of the back room with a happy face, and Lucius also had a satisfied expression. After some negotiations, it seemed that both parties had got the results they wanted. .

"Happy cooperation, Lucius." As he left, Bagman offered his hand.

"Of course." Lucius replied, also extending his somewhat slender, pale hand.

The two smiled tacitly.

"Then let's wait for the game to start and we will contact again. I will try my best." Bagman said, then opened the curtain and went back outside.

"Dad? Who was here just now?" At this moment Malfoy pushed out the small room on the left and saw Lucius saying goodbye to someone.

"Ludo Bagman. It's a dead Quidditch player, but I just happened to have something to find him." Lucius said disdainfully, reducing the polite expression.

"Then I have to go and have a look." Malfoy squeezed his fists, pretending to be excited, and said with some excitement, then ran straight to the entrance of the tent leading to the outside world and opened the curtain. , Drilled out.

"When did Draco become interested in Quidditch?" Lucius looked at his son’s hurried back and shook his head. If he remembered correctly, Ludo Bagman was the striker. As a golfer, Draco should have just been born, right?

"Forget it." Lucius rubbed his temples and decided not to think about it so much.

He guessed that Malfoy might just be looking for Ludo for an autograph.

And Bagman thought the same when he saw the boy in front of him.

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