Chapter 496

Bagmond happily handed over the roll of the list. Fanlin laughed and took it with both hands.

Fanlin's bet is bigger than the sum of his last few days. Strictly speaking, his capital is not enough to take over the wager of Fanlin, and

"Wait a minute..." Bagmond suddenly said, "what's your choice? Ireland wins? "

"Of course," Van leen nodded, "but I choose to be like Fred and George, Bulgaria's Krum caught the snitch."

"Let me see..." Bagmond said, "Ireland wins The odds are 1:2 and Krum catches the snitch and Ireland wins I'll figure it out. It's probably 1:5…… If you're really right, it's a lot of jinjialong. " Bagmon laughs. In his eyes, the 200 gold Garonne has been honestly put into his pocket.

Fanlin didn't care what the odds were. In his eyes, these jinjialong were just the money to buy some materials, which could be consumed in an alchemy experiment.

However, being cheated by Bague for so many times, jinjialongfanlin still feels very uncomfortable. However, for bagmon's definition, Vaseline is still not very good, so I draw a conclusion.

It's like helping Fred and George, and if bagmond doesn't keep the bet, he'll regret it.

Fanlin laughs. A pale gold rune is forced out of his palm and gives bagmon so many gold coins for nothing. Even if Fanlin is a loser, he can't do it. However, if Fanlin dares to do so, he will have his insurance means.

This is the case with the golden contract rune. Athena sealed the divine pattern on the back of his hand. In the analysis, many novel things were found naturally.

Powerful ancient contract runes can even act on contracts with gods. It's too overkill to use them here. However, Fanlin's mastery is not perfect. He can only use part of his power.

However, this is enough, as long as the other party signs the name and violates the contract, bagmon hey.

"Mr. bagmond, shall I write my name on it?" Van Lin tried to ask.

"Of course, if you will." Bagmon said he didn't notice van Lin's movements. In fact, with the help of his body, van Lin's movements were very hidden and disappeared in a flash.

Fanlin quickly signed his name on it, and then the golden Rune was hidden on the parchment, which was very good.

"Mr. bagmond, is this a magic contract?" "If so, do you want to sign after each person's name or..."

"Oh, don't bother." Bagmond took it and van Lin handed him the parchment.

"Just sign at the bottom, right here." Bagmond said he signed at the bottom of the scroll.

Vaseline nodded. He tested it with magic. It was just a flawed magic contract. Bagmon signed it. He just perfected it.

"Of course, I'm quite relieved, Mr. bagmond. It seems that you are very good at magic contract. "

"It's just some interests, simple dabbling." Bagmon put the parchment into his arms, and he was satisfied with his trip today. There were more than 200 jingarons, which could be regarded as a large amount of gold coins.

"Take this. It belongs to you." Bagmon said that he returned the share that belonged to van Lin.

Bagmon turned excitedly to Mr. Weasley, and the income of two hundred kingalons made his mood particularly bright.

"I don't think the plot will succeed. I can't pay attention to Barty crouch, our Bulgarian opponent is already making difficulties, I can't understand a word he said. Barty can figure it out. He can speak 150 languages. "

"Mr. crouch?" Percy asked. All of a sudden, he gave up his objection and was very upset with excitement.

”He can speak more than two hundred kinds

"Can anyone speak Sidong?" Said Fred scornfully.

Percy looked at Fred with disgust. He added wood to the fire to make it burn harder, and the water in the kettle boiled again.

When bagmond sat down on the grass next to them, "it's about Percy. News from zokins, Ruth? " Asked Mr. Weasley.

"Not at all," bagmond said comfortably, "but she will show up. Poor bagmond Forgetting is like a big cauldron with loopholes and no sense of direction. She'll be wandering back to the office sometime in October, thinking it's still July. "

"Don't you think it's time for someone to look for her?" Mr. Weasley tried his advice. Percy handed the tea to bagmond.

"That's what Barty crouch always says," said bagmond, opening his innocent round eyes, "but we can't spare anyone to do it at this time. Oh, don't want that damn thing! Barty

A wizard has just come to their campfire with a phantom. He is in sharp contrast to Mr. bagmon's old robe printed with wasps. Barty crouch was a stern, upright, old man in a spotless coat and tie. His short hair was unnaturally straight, and his long, narrow toothbrush moustache looked as if he had trimmed it with a ruler. His shoes were well brushed.Almost immediately everyone understood why Percy adored him. Percy was a man of strict discipline, and Mr. crouch acted entirely according to the rules of discipline compiled by the Muggles. He is so serious and comprehensive that he can almost be a manager of a bank.

Van Lin doubted that even a Muggle could tell his true identity after hearing their conversation.

"Sit down, buddy." Said Ruth happily, patting the ground next to him.

"No, thank you, Ruth." Said crouch, in a tone of impatience. "I've been looking for you everywhere, and the Bulgarians insist that we give them 12 more seats."

"Oh, is that what they are after?" Bagmon said, "I think that guy wants to borrow a pair of pliers."

"Mr. Claus!" Percy gasped and half bowed, which made him look sick. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh, yes, thank you." Said Mr. Claus, looking at Percy in surprise.

Fred and George were so angry that they just buried themselves in tea. Percy was busy with the kettle.

"I, I've always wanted to talk to you, Arthur!" Mr. crouch said he looked sharply at Mr. Weasley. "Ali Bashir is on his way out, and he wants to talk to you about the flying carpet that you forbid."

Mr. Weasley sighed deeply. "I just sent him three owls last week. I've told him hundreds of times: flying carpets are considered Muggle artifacts, which are determined by the magic prohibited items registry, but will he listen? "

"I doubt it very much," said Mr. crouch, taking the tea from Percy. "He really wanted to steal it out of here."

"Well, they can never replace brooms in Britain, can they?" Bagmon asked.

"Ali thought there was a kind of wall stove in the market that would be very useful for family transportation," Mr. crouch said. "I remember my grandmother had a blanket that could seat 12 people - but that was before flying blankets were banned."

He spoke, as if he wanted everyone to know without a doubt that his ancestors were law-abiding.

"So, Barty, have you been busy?" Bagmond said with a smile.

"Yes," Mr. Claus replied coldly, "organizing the key to the door through the five continents is not a big deal, Ruth."

Ruth bagmond looked stunned. "OK! I can't find anything more interesting than that. And it looks like we can find anything to do.

Eh? Barty? There's a lot more to organize, right? "

Mr. crouch raised his eyebrows at bagmond and said," we promised not to release it until the details are ready... "

"Oh, details!" "They have signed it, haven't they? I think these kids will soon know. I mean, this is happening at Hogwarts. "

"Ruth, we need to meet the paulians, you know. "Said crouch. Interrupted bagmond, "thank you for the tea, boy. "

he handed back his unused tea to Percy, waiting for Ruth to stand up. Bagmond stood up again with difficulty and poured out his last tea. The gold in his pocket jingled again.

"See you later!" He said, "you'll see me in the first class! I'll make comments! " He waved, and Barty crouch nodded politely, 'and they both disappeared.

"What happened to Hogwarts, dad?" Fred immediately asked, "what are they talking about?"

"You will soon be clear about it." Said Mr. Weasley, smiling.

"It's confidential information, and the cabinet didn't decide to make it public until the right time," Percy said solemnly. "Mr. crouch didn't say it. He did it right."

"Oh, shut up!" Cried Fred.

Fanlin stares at the place where they disappear. What is this? It reveals the decision of the Ministry of magic everywhere?

About the Goblet of fire, the three witches contest?

When I think of Furong Fanlin, I feel that I have enough headache. Furong's sharp words and that damned attitude of teasing him as a kid make people feel headache.

Fanlin would like to announce it, but

It doesn't seem to be a secret either, as if only Hogwarts had been kept in the dark at busbarton and durmstrand.

However, it is not a good thing to tell Hogwarts students in advance. Hogwarts is their home court, which means that it is inevitable that Hogwarts students will have some extra thoughts.

On the premise that they can break through the defense lines of professors, this is simply impossible. A Dumbledore is enough to defeat many people.

"What's the matter, Fanlin?" Asked Hermione.

"Nothing," Van Lin shook his head, but this semester will be very interesting.

"Can you promise me one thing?" Suddenly asked Fanlin.

“？” Hermione was stunned and blushed."What are you talking about? Why should I promise you?" Hermione whispered.

"It's really big news." Fred screamed, and George joined in.

Van Lin had to give up. He gave Fred a hard look, and Hermione ran away.

In the afternoon, there was a sense of excitement in the camp. At dusk, the still summer air seems to tremble with anticipation. When the night fell like a curtain on thousands of expectant witches, the traces of camouflage disappeared, and the slogans prohibiting the party from fighting to show off magic were broken one after another.

Every few steps, the salesman moves the phantom, holding the plate, pushing the car, which is filled with special goods. There are bright rosettes Green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria And the names of the players on it.

Green hats (forgiveness Series) are decorated with clover, Bulgarian scarves are decorated with roaring lions, and national flags of the two countries are waved in different national anthems. There are also small burning arrow models that can really fly; there are also models of famous players used for collection, which can walk in the palm and dress themselves up.

"That's what I saved all summer." Ron told Harry that when they passed the salesman with Hermione and van Lin, they stopped to buy souvenirs.

Ron bought a dancing clover hat and a large green rose knot. Hermione wanted to buy a small Krum model, but this was stopped by Van Lin, who weaved a bunch of rose knots into a garland and put it on Hermione's head.

It seems that the girl is in a good mood.

Ron bought it. The miniature Krum walks forward and backward in Ron's hand, frowning at the green rose knot above him.

"Wow, look at this!" Yelling excitedly, Harry rushed to a car full of what looked like copper binoculars, covered with all kinds of strange drawer cars and dials.

"Binoculars," the sales wizard says eagerly, you can set the focus and slow down a little bit, and it's very cheap, if you need it, at just 10 kingarons each. "

"Now I hope I didn't buy this." Ron pointed to his dancing clover hat and looked longingly at the telescope.

"Four." Harry said to the wizard positively.

"No, don't bother." Said Ron, blushing. Harry is always allergic to his parents' money, which is smaller than his parents.

"You won't get anything at Christmas," Harry told him, thrusting the telescope into his and van Lin's and Hermione's hands.

"Remember, about ten years."

"Very fair." Ron said with a smile.

Their purse was obviously much lighter and they went back to the tent. Bill, Charlie and Ginny all bought green roses, and Mr. Weasley had an Irish flag. Fred and George didn't buy souvenirs because all their gold went to bagmond.

Then there was a loud noise somewhere in the forest, and green and red lanterns were burning in the trees, illuminating a path to the tent area.

"It's time," Mr. Weasley called, looking as excited as the others.

"Come on, let's go!"

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