Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

"The Irish team won. Mobile phone." Fudge watched Bagman fall to the ground, but at this time he was in no mood to care about what happened to Bagman. At this time, someone had to stand up and end the game: "Ke Rum caught the Golden Snitch but the Irish team won, Merlin's beard, I don't think anyone expected this ending."

"But why did he catch the snitch at this time?" Ron was very puzzled: "It was so stupid to end the game when the Irish team was points ahead."

"He knew they couldn't catch up. The Irish team's chasers were so good." Harry cheered loudly: "Viktor just wanted to end the game based on his own situation, that's about it."

"That's so brave." Hermione leaned forward and said appreciatively, then a slender hand held her chin, and Egg moved Hermione's little head in front of him: "What did you say?"

Hermione suddenly chuckled: "My dear, you are jealous."

"I didn't." Egger said expressionlessly.

"You do." Hermione's little face was full of seriousness.

Egg curled his lips: "I didn't."

"You do." Hermione chased after him.

"Okay, I have, what do you want?" Iger said with a black line on his face.

Hermione burst into laughter immediately, stood up on tiptoes and kissed Iger on the face, and then whispered in Iger's ear: "I just want to kiss you."

hiccup~

Harry and the others, who were immersed in joy, turned to look in the direction of the two of them. The joy of victory suddenly no longer smelled good.

An award ceremony was being held in the venue. A group of boys, including Harry and Ron, looked enthusiastic. Only Egg dragged Hermione to the back row and secretly kissed her. You Mengyu's originally expressionless face looked even stiffer.

Bagman came very quickly and rushed to Iger's box almost as soon as he regained his breath. He held a money bag in his hand and looked at Iger with a cold sweat on his face: "Aha, haha."

"This is a thousand galleons, please count it, Mr. Morisses." Bagman was breathing heavily, his heart was beating hard, and the twins looked at Bagman and got behind Eggman happily.

With a casual touch on the bag, streaks of golden light spurted out from the bag, and golden galleons drew a dazzling arc in mid-air before falling into the bag again.

"Yes, I'm very satisfied." Egger nodded happily.

"In that case, you see" Bagman opened his mouth dryly and smiled dryly.

"It's okay, you won't die." Egg nodded: "The bet has been completed. This was not decided by me, but by the bet."

As soon as Egger finished speaking, Bagman suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart. The power of the bet in him had disappeared since the galleon was in Egger's hands.

"Will you still bet in the future?" Egger looked at Bagman happily.

"No more gambling, no more gambling." Bagman laughed dryly.

Too bad, in order to repay Egger and the twins' gambling money, he was already heavily in debt.

If he sells his family property, he may be able to repay the debt with difficulty, but it seems that Bagman has no intention of paying off other people's debts.

"Don't tell your mother about your gambling."

As a group of people walked towards the outside, Mr. Weasley looked at his precious twin sons pleadingly.

This father is about to be fucked by his two good sons.

If Mrs. Weasley found out that the twins were gambling with others outside, and that each bet amounted to fifty galleons, the twins would certainly be scolded, but it would be his father who would bear the brunt of Mrs. Weasley's wrath.

Egger couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

This father treats him like a grandson

"Don't worry, Dad." Fred said happily: "We have other plans for this money, and we don't want it to be confiscated."

Mr. Weasley was a little hesitant, apparently wanting to ask what their plan was, but then he thought about it and guessed that there was nothing else besides the Wizarding Wheezes Workshop.

As far as he knew, his two sons were opening a magic trick shop with Egg in partnership. Egg owned % of the shares, Remus owned %, and the remaining % belonged to the twins.

Mr. Weasley's guess was correct. Seeing that the store in Diagon Alley would be opened soon, the twins were already thinking about opening a branch in Hogsmeade.

As soon as a group of people returned to the camp, they saw two short and stocky stove princes who had just finished roasting two whole roasted lambs.

"That's great. If I have a chance in the future, I will buy a house elf for my family." Fred whistled.

"They should be free, you should hire one." Hermione suddenly shouted in annoyance.

"Yes, yes, you're right." Fred said cheerfully, without arguing with Hermione.

"Why are you so talkative all of a sudden?" Ron looked at his brother from behind in confusion.

"Don't argue with idiots" Fred muttered under his breath.

Ron was stunned: "But Iger can always convince her."

"Yes, yes, you're right," George muttered casually, and then the twins laughed, and Ron left with a dark face.

In the tent, Charlie and Mr. Weasley were arguing about the Bulgarian team member who had just hit someone and fouled someone. A group of girls gathered around and chatted about something. The excitement brought about by the game lasted until after ten o'clock in the evening. Everyone then At Mr. Weasley's urging, he went back to the house to sleep.

Listening to the sound of wizards carousing all night outside the tent, Ige leisurely sliced ​​a piece of roasted lamb leg in the room. The golden roasted lamb leg was slightly burnt by Ige, with a hint of charcoal. The smell of burning.

While eating the leg of lamb, Egg took a few sips of whiskey from time to time and pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds outside the tent. What made him more worried was that until midnight, nothing bad happened in the entire camp. , this group of wizards from all over the world drank heavily and gambled, but there were no Death Eaters carrying out terrorist attacks outside.

Egg thinks it's because he greeted Lucius in advance. According to Lucius' previous conversation with him, there are actually many Death Eaters hidden in the wizarding world, including some of Voldemort's biggest fans. , although they are said to be die-hard fans, in fact they are just some people who rely on their own power, looking forward to the day when Voldemort will come back and lead them to continue their crazy atrocities.

Egg guessed it right. In a hidden tent in the jungle, a group of people wearing black and gold masks gathered together in silence. The atmosphere in the crowd was a bit stiff.

"We can't do anything tonight, can we?" A deep voice sounded.

"If you want to die, don't take me with you." Lucius said with a mask on his face and a gloomy voice: "The boy is still here. I promise you that it was not me who leaked the secret, but he happened to find me just before the game. Tonight, whoever moves will die."

A woman spoke, her voice sounding a little careless: "But why does he know about Lucius? This has to make us suspicious."

"I swear, it's not me." Lucius' voice was low: "No one can guess what he is thinking. Even Dumbledore, as far as I know, is deeply helpless about it."

"You are just a fourteen-year-old kid. If you ask me to tell you, you are too timid." A rough voice sounded. It was a strong man with a mask on his face. Judging from the exposed arms, he was very hairy. Exuberant, in the wizarding world, this kind of person is likely to be a werewolf.

"Everyone who once thought this way is dead, just like the former leader of your werewolves." Lucius said in a cold voice: "I'm not targeting anyone, I'm just stating a fact. No matter how many of us tonight, with him here, we can't even There was no chance of escape, and that boy was able to defeat me without a stick when he was only eleven years old.”

"Look, what are you talking about?" The strong man laughed: "Lucius, who can't defeat you here?"

Lucius' face under the mask was very ugly: "Wandless, do you want to try it?"

The strong man snorted and stopped talking.

"So, after planning for so long to make some noise, this is the end of it." A voice rang out from the crowd.

"It seems like this is the only way it can be." Lucius nodded.

Iger has made it very clear. I will personally accompany you to party on the night of the World Cup. Are you moved?

Damn it, I really don’t dare to move it