A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

When the students saw that they were going to compete, they gathered around them. There were murmurs from the crowd, like a pot of boiling water.

"Do you think Rogge can win?" someone asked doubtfully.

"I don't think much of him." Another classmate shook his head, his face full of doubt.

"Where's Draco or Ron, who do you like more?" someone suddenly asked.

"Of course it's Ron! His Firebolt is so powerful." A classmate said excitedly.

"Don't forget, Malfoy's skills are also top-notch. He is a member of the school team. I bet on him to win." Another classmate responded.

Their voices grew louder and more emotional. Like a fire, people can't help but join in the discussion.

Since the stern Professor McGonagall went to Neon with the school team, many people began to try to commit suicide. The Weasley twins, for example, have always been the naughty ones at school. They can always find various ways to satisfy their desire for adventure.

In the past, they only dared to engage in gambling in private. Now, they are shouting loudly and blatantly.

The two used magic to write the names of the four people on the wooden sign. The fonts were exaggerated and eye-catching. They shouted loudly and attracted the attention of many classmates.

"We are optimistic about Harry! He is the best chaser in the school team. He even broke the flight test record. How can he lose to Roger." George shouted, "So the odds of Harry winning are 1 :1.2.”

Their move immediately attracted a lot of people, and some even started to be eager to give it a try.

"Hmph, don't be too confident. Travis is Slytherin's shadow prefect, he will definitely win!" Another classmate retorted, "What are the odds of Rogge winning?"

"1:3. Bet on one Nat and you can win three Nats. Bet on one Galleons and you can win three Galleons." Fred added.

"I bet on Rogge to win!" The person who just spoke took out 12 Sickles and handed it directly to George.

"That's right, you're stupid. Roger doesn't like flying lessons at all. Because of this, the Jackdaw Magic Society doesn't even require flying lesson scores in its application conditions."

"Humph, we just believe he will win." The little snakes said one after another, betting that Rogge would win with real money.

"Is this illegal?" a classmate questioned.

"Don't worry, we'll keep it a secret and no one will know." The twins answered in unison with a smile.

"What are the odds between Ron and Malfoy? Ron is still your biological brother."

"Although our dear brother has a Firebolt, his flying skills are really not up to par, so his odds are 1:2." George replied with a smile, not caring about his brother's feelings.

"Malfoy is a member of the school team, and his broomstick is also Nimbus 2000. All things considered, his odds are 1:1.5."

"So, everyone, do you want to try your luck and see who can guess the winner?" Brothers George and Fred shouted loudly, and the students' interest seemed to be successfully aroused.

Rogue stared at the Weasley twins indifferently. There is a reason why these two brothers would bet their entire fortune on sports betting in the future.

Gambling with small gains and big gains can often attract many people. However, if they dare to open a gambling game in the school, they must hit them hard.

"Gore, come here." Rogge greeted, whispered a few words, and handed over a money bag.

There aren't many Galleons in the purse, only 30. As for the bits and pieces of Sickle and Nat, Rogge didn't care at all.

It wasn't much money, but the Weasley twins had small plates. The odds of 1:3 would definitely make the two of them bankrupt. As for not accepting this bet, Rogge didn't believe it at all. The gambling dog who is the banker is also a gambling dog, and there is no cure.

They will accept this challenge and lose all their money.

"I'll help you open the ring." Lu Ping suddenly came over, waved his wand, and the ring used for school team selection reappeared above the court.

"Let's go together." Rogge suddenly said.

"Ah?" Malfoy looked at him in surprise and asked, "Did you bring a broomstick?"

"No. But this one will work too." Rogge took out the magic carpet from the traceless expansion pack and sat on it skillfully.

Malfoy scratched his head, leaned over and whispered: "Roger, are you kidding? This thing is not as fast as the broken broom we use for flying lessons."

"That's enough." Roger replied simply.

Lupine looked at the magic carpet with a tangled look on his face. He thought Roger was going to lose to Harry on purpose so that Potter could get his wand back and stop bothering him.

So, he asked with concern: "Are you really not thinking about it anymore? The flying speed of a magic carpet is far inferior to that of a broomstick."

"Professor, riding a broomstick is bad for the prostate."

"..." Upon hearing this answer, Lu Ping had a dark look on his face. Although he didn't understand what a prostate was, he could tell from Rogge's tone that he was confident in this game.

Rogge's ease made Lupine speechless. He looked at the magic carpet carefully again, guessing whether it had been specially modified.

The students who participated in the gambling game were shocked. In their view, there is only one outcome when competing on a magic carpet or a broomstick: losing!

Especially when Orog won, many people beat their chests and regretted it endlessly. They were full of doubts and even wanted to come over and question him. But they didn't have the courage, so they could only cry silently for the money they were destined to lose.

George and Fred looked at each other. Their plates were too small to eat Goyle's galleons. But they were unwilling to give in, so they kept hesitating.

When the two saw Rogge taking out the magic carpet, they couldn't help but hold their stomachs and burst into laughter.

"Goyle, although your bet is a bit high. But..." George said with a smile.

"After careful consideration, we decided to accept the bet." Fred said, and the two of them sang in harmony, and they were indeed inseparable twins.

Gore held the money bag and looked back at Rogge. Remembering his instructions, he gritted his teeth and handed the money bag to the other party.

"Are you ready?" said Lupine, "I will release a firework, and when it explodes the game will begin."

The four people nodded and each took a ready posture. Compared to the nervousness of the other three people, Rogge seemed calm and relaxed while sitting on the magic carpet. He even crossed his fingers and stretched leisurely.

At this time, a green light flew into the air. Then, there was an explosion, which turned into a faintly visible daytime firework.

Malfoy and Harry jumped out suddenly, and Ron took more than half a second to react.

As for Rogge, he sat on the magic carpet and couldn't move. He played with Harry's wand leisurely and said to Lupine beside him: "Professor, prepare the spell."

Luping felt bad and didn't react yet. I saw a magic spell ejected from the tip of the staff, accurately hitting Harry Potter who was maneuvering at high speed in the air.

"All petrified!"

At this time, Harry rushed forward with his head down, constantly adjusting his trajectory to get into the ring. Suddenly, he saw a beam of light coming from the right front and bumped into it.

He instantly felt that he had lost control of his body and could only sit stiffly on the broomstick, falling like a stone.

The shock and confusion after being hit were written on Harry's face. His eyes widened and his mouth opened, trying to make a sound, but no sound came out. His body was stiff and unable to move, and he could only watch as he fell downwards.

"Harry?!" Ron looked back at Harry who fell. His falling posture was like a bird with broken wings.

Malfoy sneered and flew faster, getting rid of Ron completely.

Lupine hurriedly took action and saved Harry before he hit the ground: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Snape, who was on the edge of the court, gave Lupine a cold look, then turned and left.

"Roger, you..."

"Professor, we are wizards." Rogge waved his wand and said, "This is not a Quidditch game, and the use of magic spells is prohibited."

"If you want to blame it, blame him for flying slowly and inflexibly." Rogge shrugged, lying on the magic carpet with his legs crossed, and slowly crossed the circle in the sky.

Lupine sighed and admitted that Rogge was right. A wizard competition doesn't even use magic spells, is it still called a wizard? He looked down at Harry again, his eyes full of grievance and unwillingness.

Although he didn't want Harry to get his wand back and leave the castle to seek revenge from Black. But he also didn't want Harry to lose so miserably in the contest with Rogge.

He used his invisibility cloak to sneak attack others, was hit by a friend's spell, and was almost seriously injured. He challenged others with his favorite flying broomstick, but was easily imprisoned by a magic spell and lost the game directly.

Lupine looked up at Rogge, who was sitting leisurely on the magic carpet, and then at Malfoy, who was far ahead of Weasley. If you think about it carefully, all the petrification just now was definitely not released casually. Not only must they capture high-speed maneuvering targets, but they must also release magic spells instantly.

"I'm afraid, I should teach you the technique of casting spells without a wand." Lu Ping said secretly in his heart.

He wanted Harry to be strong and able to protect himself. Harry has outstanding talent and potential, he just needs better guidance and training. He hoped that he could give Harry more help,

"Hahaha, win! Rogge wins!" The students who bet on Rogge shouted excitedly.

What was destined to be a failure was unexpectedly reversed. They turned from losers to winners in an instant! Their emotions went through great ups and downs in a short period of time. It’s like being on a roller coaster of emotions, ranging from despair to ecstasy.

"Travis! Travis! Travis..." The stadium echoed Rogge's name, and they exclaimed that using a magic carpet to win a broomstick was so damn elegant!

This elegance made them full of respect for Rogge. They looked at Rogge with admiration and admiration in their eyes.

On the other side, the Weasley twins looked ashen. They were holding Gower's purse like a hot potato.

"I knew I shouldn't have accepted such a large bet!" George's face was pale, and his eyes were full of regret.

"What to do now?" Fred cried sadly, touching the pocket in his arms. It contained their entire fortune, a total of 33 Galleons, 1 Sickle, and 5 Nats.

They had worked so hard to save all this money, but now they had to pay it all to others. Moreover, it is not enough!

It was no surprise that Malfoy defeated his younger brother. Not only did the two of them not lose money, they even made a small profit from Ron's failure.

But Rogge's victory was so unexpected, and they felt from the bottom of their hearts that Rogge had cheated. However, Professor Lupine recognized Roger's approach and had already taken Harry away.

The two were surrounded by students, and for a moment, they had no choice but to pay the others first. As for Gore, I can only say the last thing.

The Weasley twins' sadness was written on their faces. Every time they hand over a piece of money, their hands are shaking and their hearts are tearing.

"thank you all."

After hearing the sincere thanks from their classmates, the two of them felt dizzy and their legs felt weak.

Gore stood not far away, staring directly at the two of them. With odds of 1:3, the two brothers will give Goyle nearly 70 Galleons...