A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Ludo Bagman looked quite tall, wearing yellow and black clothes, and his fat figure made him look almost like a wasp.

After entering the tent, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and the excited expression on his face became less intense.

There are thousands of tents in the venue, and there are all kinds of strange things, but there are really not many that have such complete functions.

However, he didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, he was now the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic. He was not very powerful, but his position was unshakable during the Quidditch World Cup.

"Arthur, old man." Bagman said with a smile on his face, "Your son Percy said you were here."

"He currently works in the Ministry of Magic." Arthur said with some pride, and then introduced Harry, Hermione, and his children to him. After all, Ludo helped get their tickets.

As for Aaron and others, he also introduced them one by one, and mentioned in the introduction that this tent belonged to them, implying that Bagman was not suitable to talk about business here.

"Guys, do you want to place a bet on the game?"

Aaron shook his head. He didn't know much about the Quidditch World Cup. Betting...betting on luck?

"I stick to my original opinion, but I'm not interested in gambling," Lyon said.

Adrian ignored it and silently sorted out the information he had received about the Quidditch World Cup.

"Uncle Jeans, please prepare an owl for me. I need to send a letter home."

"Okay, I'll go get ready."

"It seems no one is cheering!" Bagman was a little disappointed.

Arthur hesitated for a moment, "I'll buy Ireland for a galleon to win."

"One... is fine."

The corner of Bagman's mouth twitched. Others placed bets on him, at least double-digit Galleons, and at most, half of his own net worth.

In comparison, Arthur was just making up the numbers, but when he thought about Weasley's family situation, it was hard for him to say anything. He was really poor!

"We put down thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, and three Nats." Fred suddenly said, and George hurriedly took out their money.

"We bet on Ireland winning but Krum catching the Snitch."

"Huh?" Leon looked at the Weasley brothers in surprise, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, "You have discernment, I think so too."

"Are you sure?" Arthur lowered his voice and persuaded: "I don't want you to gamble, and this is all your savings. Your mother..."

"Don't spoil the fun, Arthur." Bagman hurriedly interjected, "They have grown up and know what they want, and I will give them high odds."

As he spoke, Bagman took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote down the names of the twin brothers and the bets they placed. Then he handed them the small piece of parchment as evidence.

"I almost forgot about the real thing." Bagman patted his head, "Arthur, can you help me find Barty Crouch?

I feel a little embarrassed to say it, but he knows more than 150 languages, and I need a translator now. "

"Barty Crouch?" Arthur was stunned for a moment, "Okay, I'll pay attention.

But I suggest you go find Percy, who now works in Barty Crouch's department. "

Bagman nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the tent with the twin brothers' gambling money.

"I can see that." Leon looked at Fred and George meaningfully, "You two seem to be short of money!"

"It's not just him, we are all short of money." Ron said sheepishly.

"No, you may have misunderstood me.

I mean they need money, money is important to them. "

"How do you know?" George and Fred asked in unison.

"You don't seem that unreliable, but you can gamble all the money you have saved. This is a bit abnormal."

"Have you committed a crime?" Arthur looked at his two sons with a worried face, fearing that they would nod.

"No, Dad, where did you want to go?" Fred said speechlessly.

"We just need a starting capital." George added, "This is something we have planned a long time ago, but my mother seems not to be optimistic about our idea."

"It's not a toy store, is it?"

The two brothers nodded in unison.

Arthur reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief. It was not that he couldn't understand that his two sons were more talented than not doing their jobs properly. The two of them had never disappointed when it came to pranks.

But the problem is that it's useless for Molly to agree, because their family can't raise the money to open a store.

Leon took out a lollipop from Abe's pocket and asked, "How much does it cost?" while eating it.

"What do you mean?" Fred asked nervously, "Do you want to help us?"

"Roughly the same!"

"This is not a small amount of money, otherwise we wouldn't have spent all our savings gambling." George said.

"I'll give you two thousand gold galleons." Leon held out two fingers, "Repay it within five years. As for the interest, I want 10% of your net profit within five years."

The twin brothers looked at each other, but then there was ecstasy.

It's pie in the sky, it's much easier than a loan from the Wizarding Bank.

"Wait, wait." Arthur said hurriedly, "What if they don't pay yet? This is two thousand galleons."

"That's not possible, Mr. Weasley, you should have some faith in them.

Not everyone has the courage to bet all his wealth on a chance. Leon said with appreciation, and then took out a key, "Gringotts, Vault No. 31."

After withdrawing the money, just give the key to Aaron and he will return it to me. "

"Thank you very much." Fred said with sincere gratitude.

"It's almost like rebirth of parents," George said.

Arthur's face turned dark immediately. Although he also knew that they had taken advantage of each other, his biological parents were still here. Didn't he want to lose face?

"George, Fred." Arthur called them, and then looked at Harry and the others solemnly, "Remember, Molly must never know about this, and you don't want to see her angry. Look like that!”

Several people shuddered, Mrs. Weasley was still very scary when she was angry.

"In addition, Charlie, Bill, and Percy cannot know about it." Arthur added, "At least before the results are made."

"It's a secret between us," Fred said.

"Then can you give me some benefits or something?" Ron rubbed his hands excitedly, "It shouldn't cost more than two thousand Galleons just to open a shop!"

"I'll give you and Harry a 10% discount from now on," George said.

"What?"

"Look around, Ron." Fred patted his brother on the shoulder, "After all, we also want to make money."

"What about us?" Ginny said, taking Hermione's hand.

"It's different for girls. We will also buy some cosmetics when the time comes." Fred said with a smile, "On some important holidays, you will receive special gifts, absolutely genuine."

"That's pretty much it."

After comforting their younger siblings, the brothers looked at Leon, "We guarantee that your investment will get a generous return."

"He doesn't care if he gets something in return!" Aaron rolled his eyes, "Don't be fooled by him. Two thousand galleons is his monthly pocket money."

Everyone looked at the young man on the sofa with a lollipop in his mouth. They once again felt the unspeakable psychological gap. This rich man was different from what they thought!

"If you have this time, I might as well get your gambling money back as soon as possible." Leon said with a meaningful smile, "I don't think Ludo Bagman is the kind of person who abides by the rules."

"Isn't that true?" Ginny said unconfidently, "Mr. Bagman is the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, so he is a respectable person after all!"

"Hahaha." Leon laughed unkindly, "Sister, you are so cute, although there is a certain gap between you and my sister.

You might as well think about it the other way round, when did respectable people come to other people’s tents to find people to place bets?

One galleon is never too little, and thirty galleons is never too much. The odds are raised whenever you want...Whether you can win or not is not important, but whether you place a bet or not is important.

Tsk tsk tsk! If I guess correctly...Mr. Bagman is not as handsome as he appears. "

When the Weasley brothers heard this, they couldn't hold back. Although they had obtained a large amount of investment money, the thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles and three Nats were worth each of them. All the wealth saved.

If they lose, forget it. They can afford to lose if they dare to bet, but they don't want to bet their money on a person with no credibility.

I feel sad when I lose, but even more sad when I win...

The two were about to go find Ludo Bagman when they were stopped by Mr. Arthur Weasley.

"Wait, don't worry yet."

"Dad, I know he helped us get our tickets, but one code equals one code." George said anxiously, "That's all our savings."

"Why didn't you listen when I told you not to bet?" Arthur said depressedly, "I also bet a galleon! Do you know how difficult it is to deduct some money from Molly?

But since we have placed the bet, we can only wait for the result. This is the Quidditch World Cup. If things get too big, it will not end well. "

George and Fred also calmed down, but their faces became a little gloomy, and they even had the urge to cry.

"There's no need to be so aggrieved!" Ron tried to comfort him, "This is just Leon's guess."

"You can always trust my vision." Leon said confidently.

"Um...we still have some things to do, so we'll leave first.

See you after the game starts! "Arthur said, and then left the tent with his children, Harry, and Hermione.

Although Fred and George unexpectedly attracted investment, they were embarrassed to stay any longer.

"It seems that I will be more cautious when betting with others in the future." Aaron sighed with emotion, "Even if you win, you may not be able to get a good deal!"

"Pull it down!

I can see it, and so can my sister. Can't you see it? "

“Of course I can see it, but I won’t say it.

You are still the same as before, never letting go of interesting things, and I have not changed either. It is better to do less than to do more. "

"Don't disturb me." Adrian said calmly, and Aaron and Leon shut up immediately.

The tent instantly became quiet. She sat at the desk and used a quill pen to write and draw in her notebook, outlining the shape of a trophy.