The Necromancer of Hogwarts

"Oh?"

The gambler raised his eyebrows and said, "Let us bring the best gambler here?"

"With all due respect, I'm afraid you will lose quite quickly. After all, gambling skills depend on talent. 1kanshu, these chips are lent to you by me personally, without interest, but if you borrow them again, you must follow the casino's regulations Here comes the rules.”

Harry grinned nonchalantly and said, "Let him do it."

The gambler nodded, and after a while, a thin middle-aged man came over.

Harry noticed that one of the fingers on the man's hand had been severed.

He whistled, "Oh, are you a gambling expert?"

The middle-aged man looked at Harry and sighed hypocritically, "I'm just making a living, not a master. Do you really want to bet? What are you betting on?"

Harry waved and pushed the chips in front of him onto the table.

"poker."

……

first round.

While Harry was grabbing cards, he kept talking to the middle-aged man. "Why did you lose that finger? Was Izuku caught?"

The middle-aged man did not respond directly and said calmly, "It happened many years ago. I lost a game and handed over that finger as a bet."

Harry whistled with malice in his eyes, "How much did you lose that game? If you lose a lot today, will you have your fingers chopped off?"

The middle-aged man smiled gently, "Then I hope you can let me go. Without one finger, life will be really inconvenient."

As he spoke, he played a card.

Harry raised his eyebrows and pushed the chips in front of him onto the table.

"Stud."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "So confident? Okay, I'll give you a try."

"Show your cards."

Ten seconds later, Harry smiled and brought the chips on the table to his side, "I won by accident."

The middle-aged man didn't care at all and gestured, "Awesome, you are very talented."

The gambler also doesn't care about winning or losing in this round.

If Harry loses completely from the beginning, then what else will they earn if Harry stops playing?

This kind of thing is to slowly arouse Harry's gambling addiction, so that he can make more money.

Now it's just a matter of letting Harry taste the sweetness.

……

Second round.

Harry was still looking at the middle-aged man across from him with a smile, and he casually pushed out the chips in his hand and said, "It's stud."

He showed his cards.

The middle-aged man's eyebrows moved and he shook his head.

Harry collected the chips again.

The gambler winked at the middle-aged man, indicating that he didn't have to let the gamble go and he could come back with a win.

The middle-aged man indicated that he understood. He was an old man and knew all about this kind of thing.

……

But in the third game, the situation was not at all what the gamblers expected.

Harry seemed to be able to read minds, reading almost all the middle-aged man's thoughts.

This time the middle-aged man didn't lose too many chips, he just made Harry a small profit.

"Hey, just a little bit close, not very lucky."

There was a hint of unwillingness in the middle-aged man's eyes. If he was lucky this time, he was confident that Harry would spit out everything he had won before.

Harry studied his expression with a malicious smile.

"Then, it's time for the next one."

……

The fourth game.

The middle-aged man made a huge profit, which made him and the gambler feel relieved.

"The situation is still under control. Let's see how I can drain their family's money." The middle-aged man was full of confidence and felt greedy in his heart.

Unknowingly, he, who was supposed to be firmly on the Diaoyutai, was also emotionally affected.

Compared to Harry, he seemed to be the one who was tricked.

Harry took in everything and hummed slowly.

"Come again."

……

Fifth game.

Harry pushed out a lot of chips, "I've pushed so many chips, will you follow?"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and rolled out a lot of chips, "Follow."

Harry showed his cards, a cold sweat broke out on the middle-aged man's forehead, and he began to panic.

The gambler on the side was as steady as an old dog, and he was still surprised. This acting was very real.

Harry's fingers tapped on the table.

"Come again.

……

Game six.

Game 7.

Eighth inning.

Until the thirteenth inning.

Both of them lost once and won, but the only difference was that Harry lost significantly less than the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had already lost all the chips he had brought, and the gambling guarantee provided him with a large amount of money.

At the same time, during this round, the gambler also winked at the middle-aged man, "It's time to stop and slaughter the sheep."

But the middle-aged man found that he could no longer control the situation.

He could not have expected the outcome of this round.

The gambler's mentality kicked in.

"I can win this one."

However, five minutes later, when he saw the trump card in Harry's hand, the middle-aged man stiffened.

He let out a cry of pain and passed out.

Harry laughed and piled the chips on the table into a small mountain.

"Change it into money for me, I won't gamble anymore."

The gambler's whole body was also cold. He had no idea that the guy in front of him was actually pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!

It's all over now, all over.

With such a big mess on his hands, he didn't even know if he would be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Harry came over maliciously, "People make mistakes, horses make mistakes, cluck, cluck, you won't be chopped like this uncle, right?"

At this time, the manager of the casino came over with a safe and handed it to Harry with a gloomy expression, "We made a mistake."

"Get it!"

Harry waved his hand and left with the safe.

The casino manager said a few words through his teeth.

"If we let him run away today, we will all have to play!"

"Chase!"

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