Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"The Irish team won." Fudge watched Bagman fall to the ground, but at this moment he was not in the mood to care about what happened to Bagman. At this moment, someone must stand up and end the game: "Kroom Caught the Snitch--but Ireland won, Merlin's beard, I don't think any of us expected it to end like this!"

"But why did he catch the Snitch at this time?" Ron was very puzzled. "The Irish team ended the game with a lead of 160 points. It's so stupid."

"He knew they couldn't catch up with the score, and the Irish team's Chaser was great." Harry cheered loudly: "Victor, he just wants to end the game according to his own situation, and that's about it."

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

Hermione giggled immediately: "My dear, are you jealous?"

"I didn't." Iger was expressionless.

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

Iger pouted: "I didn't."

"You have." Hermione followed closely.

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

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

hiccup~

Harry and the others, who were immersed in joy, turned their heads to look in the direction of the two of them. The joy of victory suddenly faded away...

The award ceremony was being held in the arena. Harry, Ron and a group of boys looked enthusiastic. Only Iger dragged Hermione to sit in the back row and secretly kissed. Youmeng Yu's original expressionless face looked even stiffer...

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

"This is a thousand Galleons, please count it, Mr. Morrissey." Bagman panted heavily, his heart beating violently, and the twins looked at Bagman's appearance and laughed and came up behind Iger.

With a touch on the bag, streaks of golden light gushed out from the bag,

The golden Galleons fell into the bag again after drawing a dazzling arc in midair.

"Yes, I am very satisfied." Iger nodded cheerfully.

"In this case...Look..." 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 my decision, but the bet's decision."

As soon as Iger finished speaking, Bagman suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart. Ever since Garen came into Iger's hands, the power of the bet in him had disappeared.

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

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

God is sorry, in order to repay the gambling money of Iger and the twins, he is already heavily in debt...

If he sells his property, he may be able to barely repay the debt, but it seems that Bagman has no intention of repaying 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 overwhelmed by his two good sons...

If Mrs. Weasley found out that the twins were gambling with others outside, and the bet was fifty Galleons, the twins would of course be punished, but he, the father, must bear the brunt of Mrs. Weasley's anger.

Iger couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

This father is like a grandson...

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

Mr. Weasley was a little hesitant, as if he wanted to ask what their plan was, but after thinking about it, he probably had nothing else but the Magic Wheezing Workshop.

As far as he knows, his two sons are partnering with Iger to open a magic trick shop. Iger holds 40% of the shares, Remus holds 30%, and the remaining 30% is owned by the twins.

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

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

"It's really 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 yelled suddenly annoyed.

"Yes, yes, you are right." Fred said happily, 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 under his breath.

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 dark face.

In the tent, Charlie and Mr. Weasley were arguing endlessly about the Bulgarian team members who had just committed a foul. A group of girls gathered around and chatted about something. The excitement brought by the game lasted until after ten o'clock in the evening. At Mr. Weasley's urging, he went back to bed.

Listening to the sound of the wizards outside the tent who were still carnival all night, Iger leisurely sliced ​​a piece of roasted lamb leg in the room. The golden roasted lamb leg was slightly burnt by Iger, with a trace of charcoal Burnt aroma.

While eating the leg of lamb, Iger drank a few sips of whiskey from time to time, and listened to the sound outside the tent. What made him more worry-free was that until the middle of the night, nothing bad happened in the entire camp. , This group of wizards from all over the world drank a lot of wine, gambled and gambled, but there were no Death Eaters outside to carry out terrorist attacks.

Iger thinks it should be because he greeted Lucius in advance. According to the conversation Lucius had with him before, there are actually quite a few Death Eaters hidden in the wizarding world, and some of them are Voldemort’s iron fans. , But they are die-hard fans, but in fact they are at best some power-hungry people, looking forward to the day when Voldemort returns and leads 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 together in silence, and the atmosphere in the crowd was a little stiff.

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

"If you want to die, don't take me with you..." Lucius had a mask on his face, and his voice was gloomy: "The boy is still here, I assure you that I didn't leak the secret, but he just found me before the game , tonight, whoever moves will die."

A woman spoke, her voice sounded a little careless: "But why would 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 feels helpless against him..."

"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 strong man with a mask on his face. Judging from the exposed arms, his body hair Very exuberant, in the wizarding world, such a person is likely to be a werewolf.

"Anyone who used to think that 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 people we have tonight, with him, we Without even a chance to escape, the boy was able to defeat me without a stick when he was eleven years old."

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

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

The strong man snorted and stopped talking.

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

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

Iger has made it very clear, I will personally accompany you to carnival on the night of the World Cup, are you moved?

Damn, I really dare not move...