[HP] The Elegance of the Night

While Draco was talking to Ludo Bagman, Harry Potter walked to the seat next to Igil and sat down.

Although many people danced the waltz with their partners again following the brisk music played by the Weird Sisters after a frenzied swing, his partner had already rushed towards Snape, and he I don't want to hurt my feet any more.

"Hi, Igil." Harry greeted, and Igil nodded at him, returning his attention to where he had been.

"Malfoy knows Mr. Bagman?" Harry followed Igil's gaze and saw two people in a remote position.One was a player in the Triwizard Tournament, and the other was a referee, which made him have some ideas.

"Although cheating is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, but this game..." Harry smiled softly. No one understood better than them what the result of this game meant.

"Harry, Bagman bet on you, he bet you to win." Igil defended Draco, he didn't want to hear any rumors that were not good for Draco.

"Really, it seems that I misunderstood him." Harry laughed at himself, he looked at Bagman from a distance, his eyes flickering, "bet on me, he has a good eye."

"Harry..." Igil felt that Harry's mood was a bit negative, and he wanted to have a chat with this blue-eyed boy.

But at this time, Hermione's arrival interrupted him, she came over and sat on the empty chair next to them, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Hey, it's hot, isn't it?" Hermione fanned herself with the palm of her hand. "Victor's off to get a drink."

"Hermione, he's from Durmstrang! He's Harry's competitor!" Ron followed her sourly.

"The Triwizard Tournament is held to promote the friendship between the three schools."

"No, that's not it! It's to win the game!" Ron yelled, and many who heard it turned and stared at them.

Igil sighed, got up and gave Ron his seat, and said "goodbye" to Harry.

"Tell me, how to crack the secret of the golden egg?"

After listening to Draco's question, Ludo Bagman did not show any surprise.His eyeballs rolled left and right, looking at the movements around him from the corner of his eye.

"Malfoy, the match last time was really exciting..." He took a sip of a glass of mead from the table next to him, and said to Draco in a casual tone when chatting.

At this time, Percy Weasley came over and said hello to him: "Did my two younger brothers bother you, Mr. Bagman?"

"No! They just showed me some trinkets and asked if I could give them some hints on how to sell them."

Bagman's lies came out of his mouth, and Percy didn't suspect that his brothers were always trying to sell something that hurt people. They did that to Bagman in the World Cup, and Bagman seemed to be Appreciate it.

After dismissing the newcomer to the Ministry of Magic who took the opportunity to talk to him using his younger brother as an excuse, Bagman moved to an area where people don't often pass by. The tables are full of high-calorie foods. Well-fed little wizards are not interested in them at all.Bagman stopped there, looked around cautiously, and then relaxed.

"Bagman, you can say it now." The platinum-haired boy showed disdain for Bagman's overly cautious attitude. In his opinion, Bagman's sneaky appearance would arouse the suspicion of others. Suspect.

"Put the golden egg in the water," Bagman told him in a low, quick voice, "and then you'll hear about the next project."

"Listen?" Draco raised his eyebrows at the word, and he remembered the ghostly scream that pierced his eardrums when he first opened the golden egg.

"Yes, you can go to the lake, or a larger bathroom, and bury your head in the water." Bagman's expression showed a trace of impatience, and he already felt that someone was looking at them.

"I have to go." Bagman said, although revealing questions before the game has almost become a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament, but this kind of well-known behavior is not good to be seen by others.

"Don't worry, Bagman, there is something I haven't said yet." Draco shook his head with a smile, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, his light eyes looked at the other's face with a smile, gently He said, "I bet a sum on myself, in your name."

"What... what!" Bagman couldn't believe it, his eyes showed greed for an instant, but immediately, his face changed from red to white.

"How much did you press?" He asked cautiously, with an inexplicable pain in his tone.

"As many as Potter." Draco said, hearing this, Bagman's face changed a few times.

"Did you really press so much?" Bagman was so excited that his fingers trembled a little. With the current odds, if Malfoy wins the game, he will get more money than expected. But...but...

"I think you misunderstood, Bagman." Draco poured cold water on him, "I'm not talking about capital, but me and Potter, no matter who wins the championship, you can win it from the goblin." The money is the same."

"Same? Same!" Bagman couldn't understand what the young master of the Malfoy family wanted to do. If he wanted to bribe him, shouldn't he offer a higher price?What is the situation now?

"Malfoy, what are you doing, if your price is higher, I might...I'll..." Bagman gritted his teeth, but couldn't say the rest.

"What are you going to do? Help me?" Draco said the word in his place.

"I can't do it..." Bagman sighed, and his whole body drooped suddenly.While he was right to bet on Harry, it was because he liked him.Anyone who is familiar with his past will understand how much he hates the shady game.Even if Zeng emphasized to the goblins that he is a referee, it was only to increase his persuasiveness when borrowing money.

"I know you can't do it." Draco nodded knowingly, so he just lent him a sum of money in his own name, and hinted at the fairness of the competition.

"You shouldn't lend me money," Bagman's voice became hoarse. "Even if you don't pay the money, I won't give favoritism to the score. You are doing the same thing now, putting the money in my name On its own, it makes no sense at all.”

"I understand you, Bagman. You hate the unfairness of the game more than anyone else." Draco stopped using the gorgeous aria, but said in a sincere tone, "I think you should be able to understand the feelings of a contestant .”

"Yes, I can understand." Bagman shrugged, but this action was not as chic as before.

"You used to be the best Quidditch player in the British team, and you were my idol, Bagman." When he said this, Draco's tone dropped, with nostalgia in his eyes, "but now even A humble goblin can point at you."

When I saw the deal between Bagman and the goblin in the Forbidden Forest, it would be a lie to say that I was not sad. The idol who once led the British team to defeat Turkey and other strong teams and won glory for the country has now fallen to such an extent.

"I..." Bagman felt ashamed, because he, the kid, had witnessed the destruction of an icon, "I'm sorry."

"The only thing you make me regret is that you didn't favor me in this game." Draco's mouth curved contemptuously. The era of Bagman has long passed, and it is useless to say more.

"When the game is over, you will know who is the best. In order for you to be a referee with peace of mind, instead of talking about it, Bagman, you should understand that my approach is not completely meaningless."

"You make me feel old." Bagman said dryly. He knew that the heir of the Malfoy family had many ways to deal with him, but he chose the softest one.It's horrifying that his psychology was analyzed so thoroughly by an underage wizard.Yes, looking back on the past, because he put the treasure on Harry, he did unknowingly acted in an unintentional favoritism.

But there was one thing he didn't understand. Bagman asked, "If you're doing this to compete fairly with Potter, why do you want to know the secret of the golden egg from me?"

"Because Potter will know the same, someone will tell him." Draco's tone was affirmative.

"Who! Dumbledore?"

"No..." Facing Bagman's questioning, Draco smiled and remained silent.

After finishing the conversation with Bagman, Draco recalled the scene in the Forbidden Forest that day, feeling a little smug in his heart.

Seeing the destruction of an idol, he was indeed sad that day, but this faint sadness only lasted for a short time, and when Igil called his name lightly, he had already recovered.What he said afterwards was entirely to win Igil's sympathy.

They all want Porter to win, Igil.Even the referee...

Porter said to be fair...but before the game even started, the balance of victory had already been tilted.

After that day, Igil distanced himself from Porter and never expressed any objection to his game.Even so, the threat from Harry Potter still made Draco feel restless.Because in just one summer vacation, it seemed that there was an additional connection between Igil and Potter that he couldn't understand.

Picking up two glasses of butterbeer in the drink area again, Draco stared at the opposite side of the dance floor in a daze.In the few moments he had been talking with Bagman, his roommate was no longer in his place.

"Are you looking for me?" Just as Draco was looking anxiously, someone chuckled and took a cup from his hand.Draco turned his head and exhaled lightly.

"I thought you were gone," he said, and Igil smiled, took a sip of the butterbeer, and put the glass back on the table.

"Would you like to dance with me?" Draco was taken aback by Igil's words.

"what--"