v5 Chapter 73： Protect Veela, it starts with me

In this box, except for the teachers at Hogwarts, everyone else is their own.

However, for the next half hour, people came and went like a vegetable market.

Many wizards who come here want to see for themselves, and save Stark and Granger in Paris and Venice.

Among them, Italy and France have the most wizards.

Slughorn went back and forth several times, constantly introducing his network.

Since the last attack, he has been cautious, no longer staying in camp, and no longer throwing a party.

If anyone was the most disappointed, it would be Professor Trelawney.

The sherry I took last time was almost all drunk. If you don't have a party, how can I sneak in and prostitute?

The atmosphere was at its peak when Ludo showed up with a group of old Gringotts goblins.

Inside and outside the box were crowded with onlookers.

Even Fudge, the Minister of Magic, had nowhere to go, so he tried to look up there.

William and the goblins of Gringotts, having a final round of betting.

In the World Cup, you can bet on everything... like who has the first goal, the length of the game, the final score.

Anything that is uncertain can be bet on with different odds.

William bet ten things.

For example, for the first goal, he beat Troy in Ireland.

The odds given by the goblin are not high, because Troy is very strong.

Among the various betting items, the odds are the highest in the length of the game.

Because in the last final, Scotland and Canada fought fiercely for five days and five nights.

The Seekers were exhausted and collapsed, dozing on their brooms.

Ireland and Bulgaria...a stronger overall synergy, a Seeker with a one-stop.

The strength of the two sides is still on the same level, and there is no obvious gap. Everyone feels that this game will last for a long time.

One of the witches in the crowd, little Agatha Timms, even put her eel farm on top of it, betting that the game would last a week.

That's over, this young lady may be homeless tonight.

William is willing to take in witches under the age of 20 who have lost a bet and are in urgent need of counseling.

Of course, just think about it, if he doesn't want to be thrown from the roof.

This time, William bet on ten items, which involved an astonishing one million Galleons.

No one knows where he got so much money.

After all, during this period of time, William has lost and won, but in general, the number of Galleons won is no more than 200,000.

Where did the rest of the Galleons come from?

Of course, when he deliberately lost, Hermione, Annie and the others used compound decoction to push back.

The more you press, the more you earn naturally.

If he wins all this time, he will take 6 million Galleons. If they lose all, the million Galleons will naturally become a fantasy bubble, like a beautiful splash.

Only Gringotts dares to sit on the bank and open a gambling contract of this scale.

Like Ludo is also sitting in the village, but William seriously suspects that he has no money... White wolf with empty gloves.

You can't gamble with such a person, and you can't get your money back if you win.

In order to ensure the legitimacy, the director of the Ministry of Magic's Goblin Liaison Office, Sbert Mockridge, also came to the scene for notarization.

This can effectively prevent one side from running away.

This big gamble also alarmed many people, especially Malfoy, who had just been discharged from the hospital.

Although he swore last time that he would never gamble again, the opportunity to get rich is just around the corner!

He was moved again.

Malfoy got it wrong five times and lost 300,000 Galleons. It's time to turn it around, right?

But the question is which is better?

Family revival, another bet!

No way Malfoy was being careless.

Narcissa looked worriedly at her somewhat bewildered husband.

Don't look at their wealthy family, but they are not as rich as the outside world claims. Otherwise, I wouldn't go to Azkaban, trying to get Black's fortune.

Malfoy spent a fortune to escape trial and not enter Azkaban. But being hated by Dumbledore makes it difficult to do many things and needs money to clear the way.

Therefore, these ten years are not as easy to make money as before. Especially after the fall of Voldemort, many industries were confiscated by the Ministry of Magic.

Malfoy, who spent a lot of money on the school board, wanted to expand his influence, but was ruthlessly kicked out by Dumbledore.

Bloodless.

Over the years, I have been shorn of wool by Fudge, donating a building today, and donating some special poverty alleviation projects tomorrow... The day after tomorrow, I will be held accountable for Blake's matter!

In addition, my family has a lot of expenses, and I like to play pomp. I only lost 300,000 a while ago... Even if you have money, you can't lose your family like this.

Look at how many pure-blooded families have lost their fortunes, let alone the Weasleys... what is it like to be poor now?

But just as Narcissa was feeling bad, Malfoy had already made up his mind.

He decided to follow Trelawney and beat Bulgaria to win.

Everyone is British, and he can understand the mood of wanting Ireland to win. But it cannot be kidnapped by patriotism.

Trelawney is forever!

After William had finished his bet, Fudge squeezed in and greeted him like an old friend, holding his hand kindly, and greeting him.

"William Stark, Hermione Granger...you know."

Fudge spoke loudly to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

The man was wearing an ornate black velvet robe trimmed with gold, and he didn't seem to understand a word of English.

"William, just destroyed... ahem, saved Venice, you know? Venice!"

The Bulgarian minister looked at Fudge in confusion.

He has a tuft of red hair and a **** white beard at the corners of his mouth.

He also has a fit body, confident eyes, and looks like the 'Bulgarian Demon King'.

The Bulgarian minister suddenly understood Fudge.

He touched Fudge's hand, danced with excitement, and murmured loudly.

William didn't know Bulgarian, but with the help of the empty ear translation, he could barely distinguish the pronunciation.

"Old girl~ Meow, Falke~ Meow~ Billy's mother is a little bit~"

This is what the translation means. William doesn't know what the specific Bulgarian means.

Anyway, he smelled a philosophical taste.

The taste is so strong!

Well, that does fit his entire impression of the Bulgarian.

Fudge looked like he had no love for life, and said to William wearily:

"I'm not very good at languages, and for this kind of thing, you need Barty Crouch. Ah, I don't see where he is."

Traene was in William's ear, translating in a low voice. It turned out that he was saying that he admired William for burning the forests of Albania.

Wait... Minister Demon King, I didn't burn the forests of Albania.

"Aha, do you speak Bulgarian? Great, this is..."

Fudge looked at Terienne with a bit of heat in his eyes.

"My personal translator." William laughed.

"Can you translate it for me then?" Minister Fudge adjusted his hairstyle. "Crouch isn't here, I need a personal translator."

Terenei turned her head and spoke to Hermione, ignoring Fudge.

She was afraid that she couldn't help it, and she would buckle Fudge's eyes as a bubble.

She dared to kill even Martell, not to mention the British Minister of Magic.

Terenei's attitude made Fudge a little embarrassed.

"Haha, this friend of mine has a bad brain. He ate dragons when he was a child." William smoothed the game.

Just then, there was a noise in the distance. Everyone turned their heads.

It turned out to be an annual remake of the classic...Malfoy vs. Weasley.

But it's not Mr. Weasley and Lucius, there are so many people present, and all kinds of famous wizards... They can't afford to lose this person.

So, fighting Draco and Ron.

Apparently, Draco made a mockery of Ron.

However, Ron has gained a lot of weight recently and has an advantage in size.

Harry clenched his neck and shouted to persuade him, seeing that everyone was looking at them.

However, he pulled away and kicked Draco's **** secretly.

Draco's attention was always on Harry. His legs spread out, gripping Harry's legs hard.

The three were entangled together, tearing each other's clothes.

With the strange dance of the Bulgarian minister, the scene is very philosophical The farce will soon end.

Minister Fudge and the others returned to their box, and it was quiet here.

As the commentator, Ludo's voice was like thunder, resounding through the stadium.

"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience burst into cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by a chaotic national anthem.

On the blackboard across from them, the last line of the ad (Akali Mystery Store - not all stores, it's called Akali!) has been erased and it now reads:

Bulgaria: 0,

Ireland: 0.

Soon, the audience boiled over because Miss Veela came on stage.

As a veela model catwalk team, it aroused cheers from all the audience as soon as it appeared.

I saw a hundred veelas, already sliding towards the arena, their skin glowing like the moon, and their hair fluttering behind their heads without the wind.

But the whole box was very quiet. Roy and Iris followed Nico, and they were well-informed and battle-hardened.

They who had used the potion in advance were not excited at all, even a little tasteless.

Alas~ it's Veela again, nothing new. Tired of watching.

William just glanced casually, the magic didn't work on him at all.

But one thing to say, William always felt that he was missing a veela in his safety watch.

He is blind and can't tell whether a Veela is beautiful or not, but he simply loves magical animals.

William was as innocent as Mr. Newt.

Protect the Veela... from me!

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