HP Magic Biography

Bagmon happily handed over the parchment of the list, Fan Lin smiled, and took the parchment with both hands.

Fan Lin's bet is bigger than the sum of his past few days. Strictly speaking, his capital is not enough to accept Fan Lin's bet, and...

Wait a minute... Bagmon said suddenly, What's your choice? Ireland wins?

Of course, Fan Lin nodded, However, I chose to do the same as Fred and George. Klum of the Bulgarian team caught the Snitch.

Let's see... Bagmon said, Ireland wins... Odds are 1:2 and Krum catches the Snitch, or Ireland wins...I'll do the math, it's about... 1 :5... If you are really right, this is a lot of money. Bagmon chuckled, in his eyes, the two hundred gold Galleons have been honestly settled. into his pocket.

Fan Lin didn't care about the odds or not. In his eyes, these Galleons were just money to buy some materials, which could be consumed in one alchemy experiment.

However, Fan Lin still felt very uncomfortable being fooled by Bagmon so much for nothing. However, regarding Bagmon's definition, Fan Lin was still not very good and just drew conclusions like this.

Think of it as helping Fred and George. If Bagmon doesn't follow the bet, then he will definitely regret it.

Fan Lin chuckled, a pale golden rune was forced out from his palm, giving Bagmon so many gold coins in vain, even if Fan Lin was prodigal, he couldn't do it, but Fan Lin dared to do this, naturally he had his insurance means .

This golden contract rune is like this. Athena sealed the divine pattern on the back of his hand. During the analysis, many novel things were naturally discovered.

The powerful ancient contract runes can even be used in contracts with the gods. It is too overkill to be used here, but Fan Lin's grasp is not perfect, and he can only use part of the power now.

However, this is enough, as long as the other party signs his name and violates the contract, Bagmon... Hehe.

Mr. Bagmon, I want to write my name on it? Fan Lin asked tentatively.

Of course, if you're willing to do it for me. Bagmon said, he didn't notice Fan Lin's movements. In fact, with the help of his body's cover, Fan Lin's movements were very concealed and disappeared in a flash.

Fan Lin quickly signed his name on it, and then the golden rune mark disappeared on the sheepskin scroll, which is very good.

Mr Bagmond,

Is this a magical contract? Fan Lin asked, If so, do you want to sign after each name or...

Oh, don't bother. Bagmon took the parchment that Fan Lin handed him.

Just sign at the bottom, right here. Bagmon said, and he signed at the bottom of the parchment.

Fan Lin nodded. He tested it with magic power, but it was just a magic contract full of loopholes, and Bagmon also signed it, and he just perfected the contract.

Of course, I am very relieved, Mr. Bagmon. It seems that you are very knowledgeable about magic contracts.

It's just some hobbies, it's just a simple dabble. Bagmon put the parchment into his arms. He was satisfied with today's itinerary. There are more than two hundred gold galleons, which can be regarded as a large amount of gold coins. .

Take this, it belongs to you. Bagmon said, and he returned the share that belonged to Fan Lin to Fan Lin.

Bagmon turned to Mr. Weasley very excitedly, his mood brightened by the two hundred galleons he received.

I don't think the plot will work, I can't pay attention to Barty Crouch, our Bulgarian opponent is already making it difficult, I can't understand a word he says. Barty can figure it out, he can speak a hundred Fifty languages.

Mr. Crouch? Percy asked, dropping his objection suddenly, mortified by excitement.

He can speak more than two hundred kinds!

Can anyone speak Scavenger? said Fred contemptuously.

Percy gave Fred a very disgusted look, added more wood to the fire, made it burn harder, and the kettle boiled again.

Any news about Percy Jorkins, Luther? asked Mr. Weasley, as Bagmond sat down on the grass beside them.

Not at all, Bagmond said comfortably, but she will appear. Poor Bagmond... forgetting is like a leaky cauldron with no sense of direction. She will be at the October Wandering back to the office sometime, thinking it was still July.

Don't you think it's time to send someone out to find her? Mr. Weasley tentatively suggested. Percy passed the tea to Bagmon.

Barty Crouch always says that, said Bagmon, widening his innocent round eyes, but we can't spare anyone to do it at this time. Oh, don't let that damned fellow ! Barty!

A wizard had just Apparated to their campfire, and he was a stark contrast to Mr Bagmon's old wasp-print robes. Barty Crouch was a stern, upstanding, old man in a spotless coat and tie. His short hair was unnaturally straight, and his long, narrow toothbrush beard looked as if he had trimmed it with a ruler. His shoes were polished bright.

Almost immediately everyone understood why Percy adored him. Percy was a man who believed in strict discipline, and Mr. Crouch followed the rules of discipline codified by the Muggles. He is so serious and comprehensive that he can almost be a bank manager.

Fan Lin wondered if even a random Muggle could reveal his true identity after hearing their conversation.

Sit down, Barty, said Lu happily, patting the ground beside him.

No, thanks, Luther, Crouch said, and his tone sounded impatient. Everywhere I look for you, the Bulgarians insist that we give them twelve more seats.

Oh, is that what they're after? Bagmon said. I think the guy wants to borrow a pair of pliers.

Mr. Claus! gasped Percy, half bowing, which made him look sick. Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, yes, thank you, said Mr. Claus, looking at Percy in surprise.

Fred and George were very angry and just buried their heads in their tea. Percy was busy with the kettle.

I, I've been wanting to talk to you, Arthur! said Mr. Crouch, looking sharply at Mr. Weasley, Ali Beshear is on his way, and he wants to talk to you about your prohibited The flying carpet used.

Mr. Weasley sighed deeply, I just gave him three owls last week. I've told him hundreds of times that flying carpets are considered Muggle handicrafts. The Registry of Prohibited Items decides, but will he listen?

I very much doubt it, said Mr. Crouch, taking Percy's offer of tea. He's very keen to steal it out of here.

Well, they'll never replace brooms in England, will they? asked Bagmon.

Ali thinks there's a wall stove on the market that would be very good for family transport, Mr Crouch said. I remember my grandmother had a blanket that could seat twelve people - but of course it was on an airplane. before the blanket was disabled.

He spoke as if he wanted to make it clear to everyone that his ancestors were strictly law-abiding.

So, Batty, you've been busy? Bagmon said with a smile.

Not bad, Mr. Claus replied icily, it's not a big deal to organize the passage of Portkeys through the five continents, Loud.

Luther Bagmon seemed stunned, Okay! I couldn't find anything more interesting than this. Also, it looks like we could find anything to do.

Well? Barty? There's still a lot to organize, right?

Mr. Crouch raised his eyebrows at Bagmon, We promised not to announce until the details are settled...

Oh, details! exclaimed Mr. Bagmond. They've already signed it, haven't they? I think it'll be clear to these kids soon. I mean, it's happening at Hogwarts.

Luther, we need to meet the Bulians, you know that. Mr. Crouch said sharply. Interrupting Bagmon, Thanks for the tea, boy.

He handed Percy back his undrinked tea and waited for Lou to stand. Bagmon struggled to his feet again, poured out the last of his tea, and the gold in his pocket was jingling again.

See you later! he said, you'll see me in first class! I'll do the commentary! He waved, Barty Crouch nodded politely, and they both disappeared.

What's going on at Hogwarts, Dad? asked Fred at once. What are they talking about?

You'll soon find out, said Mr. Weasley, laughing.

This is confidential information, and the cabinet will not make it public until the appropriate time, said Percy gravely. Mr. Crouch did very well not to speak out.

Oh, shut up! Fred yelled.

Fan Lin stared blankly at the place where the two disappeared. What is this, revealing the decision of the Ministry of Magic everywhere?

About the Goblet of Fire and the Three Witches Fighting Competition?

Just thinking about Furong Fanlin gives me enough headaches. Furong's sharp words and that damned teasing attitude of treating him like a kid, just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Fan Lin really wanted to announce it, but...

This seems to be no secret, in Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, only Hogwarts seems to be kept in the dark.

However, it is not a good thing to tell Hogwarts students in advance, Hogwarts is their home field, which means that if you tell Hogwarts students in advance, it is inevitable that Hogwarts students will Get some extra thought.

The premise is that they can break through the defense line of the professors. This is simply impossible. A simple Dumbledore is enough to stump many people.

What's the matter, Fan Lin? Hermione asked.

It's nothing. Fan Lin shook his head, but this semester will be very interesting.

Can you promise me something? Fan Lin asked suddenly.

? Hermione froze for a moment, then blushed.

What are you talking about, why should I promise you? Hermione whispered.

This is great news. Fred yelled, and George followed suit.

Fan Lin had no choice but to give up, he gave Fred a hard look, and then Hermione ran away.

In the afternoon there was a sense of excitement in the camp. At dusk the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation. As night fell like a curtain over the thousands of expecting wizards, the last vestiges of camouflage disappeared, and signs forbidding parties to fight and show off their magic were broken one after another.

Salespeople apparated every few steps, carrying trays and pushing carts full of special merchandise. There are shiny rosettes...green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria...and the names of the team members.

The green hat (forgiveness series) is decorated with clover, the Bulgarian scarf is decorated with a roaring lion, and the national flags of the two countries are waving to different national anthems. There are also small flaming arrow figures that actually fly, and collectible figures of famous players that walk around in the palm of your hand and dress up yourself.

That's what I saved up all summer for, Ron told Harry, as they, Hermione, and Valin passed the salesperson, stopping to buy souvenirs.

Ron bought a dancing clover hat and a large green rosette, and Hermione wanted to buy a small Krum model, but this was stopped by Van Lin, who wove a string of rosettes A wreath was placed on Hermione's head.

It looks like the girl is in a good mood.

Ron did buy it. The miniature Krum walked forward and backward in Ron's hands, frowning at the green rosette above him.

Whoa, look at these! Harry exclaimed excitedly, rushing to a cart piled high with what looked like brass binoculars, covered with all sorts of bizarre drawers and dials.

Binoculars, said the sales wizard eagerly, you could set the focal length and slow down some lenses if you wanted, and they were cheap, ten galleons each.

I now wish I hadn't bought this. Ron pointed to his dancing shamrock hat, looking longingly at the binoculars.

Four, Harry said firmly to the wizard.

No, don't bother, said Ron, blushing. He was always nervous about Harry having more money than he did, because Harry had inherited a small fortune from his parents.

You won't get anything at Christmas, Harry told him, slipping the binoculars into his and Valin's and Hermione's hands.

Remember, about ten years.

Fair enough, Ron said with a laugh.

Their purses were visibly lighter and returned to the tent. Bill, Charlie and Ginny all bought green rosettes, while Mr Weasley carried an Irish flag. Fred and George didn't buy souvenirs because all their gold went to Bagmon.

Then there was a loud crash somewhere in the forest, and green and red lanterns burned among the trees, lighting a way to the tented area.

Time's up, cried Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as the others.

Come on, let's go!