Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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"Ireland won." 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 must stand up and end the game: "Krum Got the Snitch - but Ireland won, Merlin's Beard, I don't think anyone expected it to end like this!"

"But why did he catch the Snitch at this moment?" Ron was puzzled. "Ireland ended the game one hundred and sixty points ahead. That's just silly."

"He knew they couldn't catch up, the Irish Chaser was great," Harry cheered loudly. "Victor just wanted to end the game on his own terms, that's about it."

"It's really brave!" Hermione leaned over and said admiringly, and then a slender hand squeezed her chin, and Iger moved Hermione's little head in front of him: "What did you say?"

Hermione giggled suddenly: "Are you jealous, honey?"

"I don't." Iger was expressionless.

"You have." Hermione's face was full of seriousness.

Iger pouted: "I didn't."

"You have." Hermione chased after him.

"Okay, I have, what do you want?" Iger's face darkened.

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

hiccup~

Harry, who was immersed in joy, turned their heads to look in the direction of the two of them. The joy of victory suddenly became less fragrant...

The award ceremony was being held in the arena. Harry, Ron and a group of boys were frantic. Only Iger dragged Hermione to sit in the back row and kissed secretly, while You Mengyu's expressionless face looked even stiffer...

Bagman came very quickly, and rushed to Iger's box almost at the same time as he was relieved, holding a money bag in his hand, looking at Iger with cold sweat: "Aha, haha..."

"This is a thousand Galleons, Mr. Morriss, please count it." Bagman was panting, his heart was pounding, and the twins looked at Bagman and leaned behind Iger giggling.

Just wiping it on the bag, streaks of golden light spewed out from the bag, and golden Galleons fell into the bag again after drawing a dazzling arc in mid-air.

"Yes, I'm very satisfied." Iger nodded cheerfully.

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

"It's okay, you won't die." Iger nodded: "The bet has been completed. It's not what I decided, but the bet."

As soon as Iger's voice fell, Bagman felt an inexplicable relief in his heart. From the time Galleon got into Iger's hands, the power of the bet on him had disappeared.

"Will you still bet in the future?" Iger looked at Bagman cheerfully.

"Don't gamble, don't gamble." Bagman smiled dryly.

God is pitiful, in order to pay off the gambling money of Iger and the twins, he is already heavily in debt...

If you sell the property, you may be able to repay the debt reluctantly, but it seems that Bagman has no idea of ​​repaying other people's debts...

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

Mr. Weasley looked pleadingly at his precious twin sons as the group walked off the field.

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

If Mrs. Weasley knew that the twins were gambling with others outside, and that the bet was 50 Galleons, the twins would certainly be punished, but it would be his father who would bear the brunt of Mrs. Weasley's anger.

Iger couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

This dad is like a grandson...

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

Mr. Weasley hesitated, and seemed to want to ask what their plan was, but on second thought, it was estimated that there was nothing else but a magic trick shop.

As far as he knew, his two sons were partnering to open a magic trick workshop with Iger. Iger accounted for 40% of the shares, Remus accounted for 30%, and the remaining 30% belonged to the twins.

Mr. Weasley guessed right. Seeing that the shop in Diagon Alley will open soon, the twins are already thinking of opening a branch in Hogsmeade...

As soon as a group of people returned to the camp, they saw two short and strong kitchen masters who had just finished roasting two whole lambs.

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

"They should be free, you should hire one." Hermione yelled angrily.

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

"Why are you so talkative all of a sudden?" Ron looked at his brother suspiciously behind him.

"Don't argue with fools..." Fred muttered softly.

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

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

In the tent, Charlie and Mr. Weasley were arguing endlessly about the Bulgarian team member's just ramming and fouling. A group of girls gathered around chatting and chatting about something. The excitement of the game continued until after ten o'clock in the evening. Went to sleep at the urging of Mr. Weasley.

Hearing the sound of the wizards revelling all night outside the tent, Iger leisurely took a piece of roast lamb shank in the room. The golden roast lamb shank was slightly scorched by Iger, with a hint of charcoal. Burnt aroma.

Iger was eating lamb shanks, drinking 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 feel more relieved was that until the middle of the night, nothing bad happened in the whole camp. , This group of wizards from all over the world drink big wine, gamble gambling, that is, there are no Death Eaters to carry out terrorist attacks outside.

Iger thinks it should be because he greeted Lucius in advance. According to Lucius' conversation with him before, there are actually quite a few Death Eaters hidden in the magic world, including some Voldemort fans. , but it is said to be iron fans, in fact, at most, it is some kind of shit, looking forward to one day Voldemort will come back and take them to continue their crazy atrocities.

Iger guessed right. In a hidden tent in the jungle, a group of people wearing black and gold masks gathered around silently, and the atmosphere in the crowd was a little stiff.

"We can't do anything tonight, can we?" a low voice said.

"Don't take me if you want to die..." Lucius wore a mask on his face and his voice was gloomy: "The boy is still here, I assure you that it is definitely not my leak, but he found me just before the game. , Tonight, whoever moves, whoever dies."

A woman spoke, her voice sounding casual: "But why does he know? Lucius, this has to make us suspect..."

"I swear, it's not me." Lucius said in a low voice: "No one can guess what he's thinking, even Dumbledore... As far as I know, he is deeply helpless..."

"It's just a fourteen-year-old child. If you want me to say that you are too timid..." A rough voice sounded, it was a burly man with a mask on his face, looking from his exposed arms~www .NovelMTL.com~ The body hair is very strong, and 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 werewolf..." Lucius said coldly: "I'm not targeting anyone, I'm just stating a fact, no matter how many people we have tonight, with him, we There wasn't even a chance to escape, the boy could beat me without a stick when he was eleven."

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

The face under Lucius' mask was very ugly: "No staff, do you want to try it?"

The strong man snorted and stopped talking.

"So, after planning for so long and wanting to make some noise, that's the end of it?" A voice sounded in the crowd.

"It seems... that's the only way..." Lucius nodded.

Iger's expression has been very clear, I personally accompany you in the night of the World Cup carnival, moved?

Nima's, really dare not move...