Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 255 Sworn to be sworn to death with gambling and drugs!

In short, Fudge now regards the Quidditch World Cup as his most important hen.

He has been on the scene every day since the start of the group stage, and vowed that he will not miss every game.

Doing so can not only prevent accidents, but also show his seriousness and hard work in front of all ordinary wizards who come to watch the game, and also take the opportunity to make friends with senior officials of the Ministry of Magic from various countries who come to the camp.

Now that he saw such a unique tent erected opposite the old Malfoy's camp, Fudge naturally wanted to take care of it.

He definitely only cares about the safety of the World Cup, and definitely doesn't want to befriend a wealthy family who can afford such a luxury tent!
So he chatted with Sirius logically.

Although Sirius didn't like Fudge very much, but when he was in prison, Fudge treated him well, and occasionally he was willing to give himself a newspaper to do crossword puzzles when he came to make inspections.

So Sirius also had a brief chat with Fudge.

After seeing Harry, Fudge's eyes lit up.

One of the important reasons why he chatted with Sirius for so long was to wait for Sirius' goddaughter Harley.

"Haha, Harry, long time no see!" Fudge greeted, waving the green bowler hat on his hand.

He walked over quickly, with a wide smile, as if he was Harry's kind elder.

There were quite a few Ministry of Magic officials standing outside the tent. Harry vaguely remembered seeing them at the honoring ceremony of the Order of Merlin. These were members of the team that Fudge had promoted from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

It appears that Fudge had previously been leading a tour of the camp and enjoying the adulation of his trusted officials.

After a brief chat, Fudge also invited Harry and Hermione to join their team and take a tour of the camp.

However, Harley politely rejected Fudge, saying that she did not want to disturb the work of the Minister of Magic.

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During the two days waiting for the start of the group stage, Harry and Hermione followed Sirius to meet many wizards.

Many of them were officials of the Ministry of Magic, and it could be seen that the First Wizarding War wiped out many adult wizards.

That's why students of the same generation as Sirius can quickly take office, and the senior sister Amelia Burns, who is only a few levels above him, even became the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement all the way.

However, Sirius was a little regretful. He had a good relationship with him at the beginning, and Arthur, who was even a close comrade-in-arms during the First Wizarding War, did not come.

It is said that the Weasleys only got good tickets for the final from Ludo, and it was because Arthur did Ludo a small favor.

"If I had known earlier, I would have bought a few more sets of tickets for my dear old buddy." Sirius shook his head, looking very regretful.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, but didn't speak.

They both understood the meaning of the other: Judging from the characters and upbringing of Percy, George and Fred, the Weasley family should not accept this kind of vote.

But Harry did get letters from Fred and George.

The two sent their latest research results, and by the way wished Harry a happy time.

On the final day of the competition, Ludo Bagman also came to visit.

Sirius was very enthusiastic about him, after all, he got the tickets for the three of them from him.

Ludo, the head of the Magical Sports Department who was a professional Quidditch player, was very interested in Harley and invited her to become a professional player for the Wimbourne Hornets.

But Sirius rebuffed him on Harry's behalf.

Just kidding, since Ludo retired, the record of the Wimborne Hornets has been declining all the way, falling to the bottom within two years.

So far, the Wimborne Hornets have been at the bottom of the league for 11 years!
Isn't it pure deceit to go now?Technological poverty alleviation can't help the poor like this!

And this Ludo basically wants to invite talented wizards when he sees them, but he hasn't invited any of them, which seems to be cheating.

Sirius, who loves his goddaughter, didn't give Ludo any chance at all, and simply refused.

Ludo didn't care about another failure of his invitation.

After all, although the Wimborne Hornets have a brilliant historical record, they have won [-] British league championships, and they have led the team to establish a dynasty for three consecutive championships.

But this team is really a big team now, mud can't support the wall, and even the rotten Charlie Cannon team is hard to win.

Ludo turned to look at Sirius: "Sirius, do you want to consider placing a bet on the game?"

"The opening ceremony of the group stage tonight will be England vs. Transylvania after the end."

"How about it? Are you tempted or not? Do you want to make a small fortune and make some extra money?"

As he spoke, Ludo shook his pocket, and there was a crisp sound of Galleons colliding inside.

"No." Sirius shook his head decisively, "Harry is still here, I don't want to set a bad example for her."

"It's okay, it's a little gambling." Ludo said softly, looking at the two little witches across the table.

He suddenly lowered his voice, checked that there were no other outsiders in the tent, and then whispered to Sirius:

"Sirius, let me tell you the truth, the Transylvania team is only an amateur team!"

"Think about their development history. They were once ruled by the Hungarian Ministry of Magic, and later became the refuge of the Hungarian magic family when the Turkish Ministry of Magic invaded."

"Later, because of the Trianon Magic Treaty, it became part of the Romanian Ministry of Magic."

"Until now, in the Muggle world, Transylvania is still part of Romania."

"Because of this matter, the Ministry of Magic of Transylvania is still entangled with the Ministry of Magic of Romania! How can there be time to build a team?"

"According to reliable information from the British Ministry of Magic, they directly asked the sixteen county Quidditch teams in the northwest to have a match, and sent the winning team directly over."

"Their goalkeeper is said to be just the owner of the bar, and the Seeker is the cleaning man of the Ministry of Magic!"

"The Ministry of Magic has obtained accurate information. The goalkeeper's skills come from stopping drunks who want to escape, and the Seeker is selected because he can find the garbage in the corner the fastest!"

"And what about the England team? We have won 1 consecutive training matches recently, and we qualified No.[-] in the group stage!"

"It's just a team that is at the bottom of the European Division. Isn't that just as long as you have hands?"

"When this team was drawn, Minister Fudge laughed so hard that his mouth burst open, and declared that we might have zero seals in the first match!"

"The head coach of the England team has told the players to put some water on them so that this group of good guys can play more leisurely. Don't shave their heads, it's too ugly."

"That's why after today's opening ceremony, we specially arranged the first match of the British team."

"A massacre will boost our morale!"

"This..." To be honest, Sirius was really moved.

But Harry stopped him: "Godfather, I think we can think about it before making a decision."

Sirius immediately made a decision and said: "Just listen to Harry, old man, I have to think about it first."

Ludo felt a little regretful, nodded, and said, "Alright then, Sirius."

"If you figure it out, you can go directly to the tent of the Ministry of Magic and find me."

"You know, I'm going to be in charge of commentary tonight, so I must be there."

"By the way, don't tell others what Minister Fudge said." Ludo warned,

"A lot of wizards have come to Transylvania, so don't be so arrogant, we have to maintain diplomatic relations in the British magic world."

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After Ludo left, Sirius looked at Harry dotingly: "Harry, do you want to press?"

"Of course, I personally suggest that you don't participate in this kind of activity. After all, it's... not very good."

"Harry, I think what Sirius said is right." Hermione hesitated for a while, and persuaded,

"My father often said that this kind of activity must not be touched. He said himself that he has nothing to do with gambling and drugs!"

"I don't gamble, and it's just to make money." Harry raised his eyebrows slightly, "Write the questions with reference to the answers, how can it be regarded as gambling?"

"Refer to the answer...write the question?" Hermione was a little puzzled.

Harry didn't answer, just took out a crystal ball and a magic mirror.

Seeing the searching eyes of Hermione and Sirius, Harry gently stroked the crystal ball, and the magic power poured into it.

Although the witch path does not have the divination ability that comes with the path, and there is no bonus in learning conventional divination, it only has certain advantages in magic mirror divination.

But when the strength is strong enough and the personality is high enough, as a non-legal method with not weak spirituality, the conventional divination of witches also has a high accuracy rate.

What's more, it is impossible for the Quidditch World Cup prepared by ordinary wizards to apply anti-divination techniques that can counteract the divination of the existence of demigods.

With the injection of Harry's magic power and began to communicate with the spirit world, a picture appeared on the crystal ball.

"Hiss!" Harry gasped suddenly.

Good guy, after listening to Ludo boasting so hard, I thought the England team was sure to win!
Fortunately, I didn't believe that guy's words!

Such an unexpected score...Harry felt that she was going to make a fortune!

Brewing potions always needs money, who would think they have too much money?
Seeing Harry's smile, Hermione couldn't help asking: "Harry, are you divination?"

"Are you sure that divination can be successful? So far, I have only seen one real divination by Professor Trelawney."

"Of course." Harry nodded, and patched up his explanation again,

"After all, Professor Dumbledore took me to find Nicole Flamel, and Nicole is not only an alchemist, but also a famous fortune-teller."

"So he taught me a little trick, which can effectively improve the success rate."

"It seems that there is such a thing," Sirius recalled carefully,

"The ancestor of Phineas once paid a lot of money to ask Nicole Flamel to do a divination for him, and Mr. Flamel also successfully predicted a catastrophe for him."

"That's why the ancestor of Phineas seems to be very respectful of Mr. LeMay."

With the endorsement of Sirius, the credibility of Harry's words rose sharply in an instant.

Hermione was full of envy: "Harry, will you teach me that method of divination?"

Although Hermione didn't like the divination class, and had already applied to withdraw the course this semester.

But that's only because Professor Trelawney is an old liar most of the time and doesn't teach much.

In fact, what Muggle-born British kid didn't grow up hearing fairy tales about witches?

Everyone has fantasized about learning divination in fairy tales, so that they can gain the ability to predict the future.

Harry pretended to be hesitant, and paused for a while before replying: "What Nico gave me is his unique skill, I definitely can't teach you."

"However, I can sum up some experience by myself and teach you the knowledge that belongs to me."

With that said, Harry picked up the magic mirror again.

She was going to put half of her money on it, so she naturally had to use her most proficient magic mirror divination to confirm the accuracy.

When the exact same score ratio appeared on the magic mirror, the corners of Harry's mouth rose a little more.

Steady this time!

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In the afternoon, the gambling place opened by Gringotts.

Sirius squeezed his way into the crowd with strides, and by the way opened a path for Harry behind.

But after coming to the front, the open space on the left is instantly spacious.

The goblin there was playing with the identification card in his hand boredly.

After all, it was betting on Transylvania, a team that almost no one favored.

Although most wizards in the Transylvania region supported the Transylvania team because of their inner emotions, they were really not optimistic about the game tonight.

Therefore, only a few fanatical fans came to bet, and they only bet one Galleon.

On the other side, a large number of wizards waved pockets full of Galleons and Sickles of Silver, and surrounded the goblin who was in charge of betting on the England team.

But the goblin didn't look happy, and was on the verge of crying.

The goblins are also very helpless, they are unanimously optimistic that the England team can win, and they don't want to participate in this gamble that must be paid.

But according to the contract signed with the Ministry of Magic, as the owner, they cannot lose a game, and the odds given cannot be lower than one in a thousand.

Although the goblins directly lowered the odds to the lowest, almost all the wizards believed that this was a must-win business, and earning less was still profitable.

There are a few goblins in the back who are settling accounts:
"Kehuan, how much currency have we received?"

"Drucker, after converting all currencies, it has already exceeded 270 million Galleons. Those few pure-blood families alone invested at least [-] Galleons."

All the goblins sighed in unison, it seemed that they would lose at least several thousand Galleons.

Although the amount is only an insignificant sum of money to Gringotts, the greedy goblins are also distressed.

"Why don't you just use the leprechaun's currency to settle accounts for retail customers?" a young goblin whispered.

But it was answered with a slap and a curse from an old goblin: "Fool! Are you a pig with no brains!"

"We have already signed a contract with the Ministry of Magic. If you dare to do such a thing, everyone will die!"

"Not to mention anything else, those bloody vampires in the headquarters will never let us go!"

While the fairies were frowning, good news suddenly came from outside:
"Good news, good news! There is a big grievance coming to take over the offer!"

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Flaming Fox" boss for the reward!)
(ps. Transylvania is not a country, but a region, which belongs to Romania.

However, this team appeared in the chapter "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes" in the fourth part of the original book, so it can only be understood as having a high degree of autonomy, and the Ministry of Magic is also separated, so it has its own Quidditch team. )
(End of this chapter)