Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"The new product of Poison Egg Magic Trick House is launched, take a look!"

"Big sale on comet brooms, don't miss it when you pass by!"

"Second-hand broom trading market, high quality and low price, what are you waiting for?"

There are tents everywhere on a high ground in Ireland, and an open space in the center of the tents is full of small vendors coming and going.

"Moon-watching mirror, let you see your game more clearly!"

A petulant little man was yelling on a stool, waving what looked like a telescope.

"Wow...it's so lively..." Iger walked through the crowd with two girls, and couldn't help feeling a little bit, the charm of the Quidditch World Cup is really too great...

The entire three hills have been occupied by wizards from all over the world, and tents are located everywhere on the small hills.

The tents are filled with all kinds of strange items, and from time to time, people lead some strange magical animals through.

The twins followed Lupine, occupying a relatively lively place, advertising the Poison Egg Magic Wheezes, and the surrounding area was already occupied by some fanatical young wizards.

Looks like things are selling well in the Magic Wheezes...

"Son, do you want a photo? I have something interesting here." A passing horse-faced wizard grabbed Iger's sleeve and winked at Iger.

Iger was stunned, and the horse-faced wizard looked down on the horns on Iger's head, and suddenly his expression changed, and he smiled obsequiously: "Ah... Dear Mr. Morrissey, I am really rude, please forgive me..."

"It's okay." Iger shook his head amusedly: "What's the interesting thing you said?"

Hermione and Elsa approached curiously behind him, and the horse-faced wizard's expression changed suddenly. Since Hermione and Elsa were walking behind together just now, he thought Iger didn't know them.

"No... nothing..." The wizard smiled awkwardly.

"It's okay, just show me. If it's a black magic item, they won't say it." Iger smiled and assured the man of his credibility.

Wizards from all over the world will come to events like the Quidditch World Cup,

Of course, it will also include the black wizard group, which accounts for no less than 20% of the wizard group, so Iger will not be surprised by any strange things.

"Okay...okay..." The horse-faced man smiled awkwardly, took out something like a photo album from his hand, and motioned Iger to check it with magic.

This situation is normal, wizards are away from home, and no one can guarantee that the things sent up are free from black magic.

Iger reached out and brushed it, nodded slightly, and picked up the photo album casually.

Opening the photo album, Hermione and the two daughters approached curiously, their faces flushed immediately.

Iger was also staring at the photo album in his hand in a daze. In the photo album was a pantomime performed by two wizards, a man and a woman. The photos were linked together, and the movements were very coherent...

Behind the album are portraits of several beauties. The beauties in the portraits giggled when they saw Iger flipping through the album, and the author made various movements.

"This...this is..." Hermione blushed.

Iger quickly adjusted his mood: "What price is this ancient magic book?"

The man who was trembling and trying to escape suddenly had a happy face, rubbed his hands and laughed, and then stretched out three fingers embarrassingly.

Iger threw three Galleons at random, and left with the two shy girls.

The horse-faced man blinked and looked at the three Galleons in his hand, his expression ecstatic.

Goodness see, I mean three Sickles...

It's not an isolated copy, so why is it worth three Galleons?

"Egg..." Hermione looked helplessly at Iger's figure.

"What's the matter?" Iger turned his head and looked at Hermione with a grin, while Aisha covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Nothing..." Hermione suddenly didn't know what to say.

Just ask him not to use those strange 'knowledge' on himself...

Hermione pursed her lips in embarrassment when she saw the corner of Iger's mouth curled up, feeling unlikely...

"The Quidditch World Cup is really a good thing. I never knew that the magic world was developing so fast..." Iger muttered with some emotion.

"Okay, that's enough..." the little girl hurriedly grabbed Iger's sleeve and muttered in a low voice.

Elsa is still by her side, Hermione always feels weird.

Although she knew some things well, Hermione still planned to be a quail before peeling off the window paper.

Iger snickered inwardly.

Recently, Kaka has not been allowed to add food to Hermione's water, but it seems that she has been using the love potion intermittently. Hermione seems to be getting used to Aisha's existence?

This is a good thing!

What a great thing!

"It's a bet, it's a bet!" In the distance, the Weasley twins yelled loudly, and Iger noticed that they were talking to a burly middle-aged man.

If I remember correctly, that person seems to be called Ludo Bagman?

Walking over in a hurry, Iger looked at the twins cheerfully: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, Iger, you surprised us and thought it was Dad." Fred patted his chest.

"Let me introduce you. This is the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Ludo Bagman. We are making a bet." George said cheerfully.

"Hello, Mr. Morrissey." Bagman was surprised to see Iger, and quickly reached out his hand.

He always likes to get closer to some celebrities, which will give him the capital to brag to others.

"Hello, Mr. Bagman." Iger stretched out his hand and shook it lightly, then smiled cheerfully: "What kind of bet is it?"

"We bet fifty Galleons..." Fred laughed. "I bet on Ireland - but Viktor Krum will catch the Snitch."

"It's very interesting. Before Mr. Weasley and the others come, I will also participate." Iger laughed: "Is it okay? Mr. Bagman?"

The twins had come with Lupine to make a sale for Witch and Wheezing, but Harry and the rest of the Burrow hadn't arrived yet.

"Ah, of course, of course." Bagman laughed, seemingly very happy.

After all, the conditions for the Weasley twins are too difficult to achieve. To achieve this condition, the Irish team must lead the Bulgarian team by at least 16 goals.

"In this case..." Iger thought for a while, and took out a money bag from his arms: "I'll bet five hundred Galleons, and the conditions are the same as those of the two of them."

Bagman's face froze immediately: "Too...too many..."

Iger's bet is a bit big, and he feels that he can't afford it. What if he wins?

Then you can't afford to sell yourself, okay?

Shrugging, Iger spread his hands nonchalantly: "That's fifty Galleons."

"Of course, of course." Bagman stared brightly: "The Irish team won, but the Bulgarian team caught the Golden Snitch, oh boys...it's almost impossible hahaha, I will give you high odds, In that case, we'll..."

"Although I really don't want to say that, Iger..." Remus approached leisurely, "Is it a bit too much?"

"Not much, not much." Bagman hurriedly put away Garen, took out a pen and scratched quickly on the paper.

"Now, sign your names." Bagman smiled and handed over a pen.

The twins quickly signed their names, and Iger cheerfully took the pen and paper, and gently signed his name on it.

Bagman's face was joyful, and then Iger's wrist movement paused: "Mr. Bagman, the gambling money we will get will be real gold coins, right?"

"Oh ha ha ha... what are you thinking, child, of course it's the real Garen." Bagman said cheerfully.

"Then if you don't mind, can I add this sentence?" Iger asked with a smile.

"Oh...Of course." Bagman smiled cheerfully. He felt that Iger must have never participated in gambling, and he was a little too cautious.

"Okay." The pen in Iger's hand flicked across the paper in a hurry, and with the rustling sound, the contract in Iger's hand instantly turned into ashes.

"???" Bagman blinked and looked at Iger with some doubts: "What's going on?"

"Oh...don't worry, I'm a devil after all..." Iger looked at Bagman with a smile: "The devil's bet must be fulfilled, if you violate the devil's bet...emmm..."

"What will happen?" Bagman was a little dumbfounded.

"I will die." Iger laughed, the smile was beautiful, the red eyes on the handsome face were full of smiles, the lips were red and the teeth were white, and the crown was like jade.

Bagman's heart suddenly felt cold...