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There wasn't much content in the flyer. In short, it was that a guy named Ludo Bagman had opened a betting market around the Quidditch World Cup Finals.

As long as you go to the box No. 9 written on the flyer to find him before the game starts, you can place your bets.

The content of the bet is very simple, it is to bet on which of the two teams participating in the Quidditch World Cup Finals, the Bulgarian team and the Irish team, will win the final victory.

certainly,

This is just basic betting.

In addition, you can also bet on the "first blood" of the game, which is which team will score the first Quaffle goal, or how many minutes after the game starts.

scored.

There is also the final score of the game, how big the score difference will be, etc...

For ordinary wizards, it is normal to lose nine out of ten bets.

If you are not sure of victory,

Neither George nor Fred secretly want Raquel and Cedric in the game.

"I heard,

Mr. Grindelwald..." Fred approached Kyle with a shy face.

George put his arm around Kyle's shoulders from the right,

Continuing the second half of Fred's unspoken sentence, "Can you predict?"

Good guys! You guys are waiting here.

Kyle glanced at the two of them speechlessly, "I will take 20% of the money you win."

The flattering looks on George and Fred's faces became even more intense, "It should be, it should be."

They looked at Cedric, "Ced, what did you say?"

After hearing what the two of them said, Cedric's face straightened and he scolded him righteously, "Why did you get involved in gambling at such a young age? I made a poisonous oath to someone a long time ago. In this life,

We live together with poison!"

Kyle was stunned for a moment, "Drug and poison are irreconcilable? What about Huang and gambling?"

Hearing this, Cedric's serious expression suddenly disappeared without a trace, "How much do you plan to bet? Just take one with me."

His sudden arrogance almost broke the waists of the other three fathers.

"The money we have can be used," George calculated, "let's put down three thousand galleons."

"I'll stake three thousand, too." Fred also expressed his stance.

Although the twin brothers received a lot of money from the Gringotts Heist, they could not use it directly.

Wizards have absolutely zero financial skills,

But they are not stupid.

If the Weasley family has always shown themselves as poor people,

Suddenly there was a huge amount of property from unknown sources, and anyone could imagine that the Gringotts robbery must be related to them.

Therefore, George and Fred could only make bets with the income they could find on the surface, that is, the income from selling alchemy props in the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes they opened.

"Then I'll bet three thousand." Cedric looked at Kyle, "What about you?"

"I don't have much pocket money."

With that said, Kyle took out the wallet that had been casted with the Traceless Stretching Charm from his pocket and looked at it. There was a shimmering gold inside, and even with Kyle's Sharingan, he couldn't see how many gold galleons there were.

"Then..." He hesitated, "Then let's bet fifty thousand Galleons."

As soon as Kyle opened his mouth, the other three father-worriers immediately felt a strong breath of Versailles coming to their faces.

"Leave your bets with me," Kyle reached out and took the brochure of London's Crown Casino from the twin brothers' hands. "I know Ludo Bagman, and his gambling products are particularly bad."

He casually put the flyer into his pocket and said, "If I had made the bet, he wouldn't dare to default even if he wanted to."

Who dares to live on the Sandaime Dark Lord's account?

After the other three father-worriers handed over most of their wealth to Kyle, a deep and deep gong sound came from somewhere far away in the woods.

When the gong sounds,

Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, lighting up the road to the stadium.

This means that the Quidditch World Cup is about to begin.

"It's time! Children!" Mr. Weasley's excited voice came from a distance, "Come here quickly, let's go!"

"Come here!"

…

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone held their purchases in their hands and walked quickly into the woods along the passage illuminated by lanterns.

They could hear hundreds of people walking around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

Kyle approached his father Gellert and rummaged around in his pocket for a long time, and finally took out a skull with a long hose from his pocket.

He handed the skull to Grindelwald and lowered his voice, "Dad, can you predict the outcome of this competition?"

Grindelwald withdrew his gaze from Dumbledore in front of him and turned to Kyle, "What do you want?"

"Betting on football!" Kyle didn't feel ashamed at all for his cheating. On the contrary, he was very confident, "Otherwise, what else can I do?"

A smile appeared on Grindelwald's lips, "No problem. Speaking of which, I haven't gambled in a long time."

He didn't take the skull in Kyle's hand. For such a small prophecy, Grindelwald could get the result even without the help of the skull.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes while continuing to follow the large army at a leisurely pace.

There seemed to be magic brilliance flowing in those deep, strange eyes.

When Kyle saw this, he reached out and grabbed his father's arm, fearing that he might not be looking at the road and trip over something, which would cause great embarrassment.

After a moment, Grindelwald opened his eyes.

…

After following the team for about twenty minutes, they finally came out from the other side of the woods.

Kyle raised his eyes and looked at the magnificent golden walls of the competition venue. They were now in the shadow of a huge stadium.

Looking carefully at the structure of the competition venue, Kyle thought he had traveled back to the flower gardener's house.

This venue is really similar to the Bird's Nest.

Looking at the venue in front of him, Mr. Weasley proudly introduced: "In order to successfully host this competition, five hundred employees of the Ministry of Magic have been busy building the venue since August last year."

George and Fred curled their lips in disdain when they heard their father's words.

"You must be working for the pocketbook of our beloved Minister."

"George! Fred! Stop talking nonsense!"

Percy heard the two men's disrespectful words towards the Minister of Magic and scolded his two brothers.

George put his hands on his hips, "Let me tell you, Percy, you just got a position as an intern at the Ministry of Magic, and your butt is starting to get crooked?"

Fred's words were harsher. His eyes glanced at Percy's brand new clothes, "I don't know where these clothes came from."

Percy's face suddenly turned red.

The clothes he is wearing now were paid for by his twin brothers.

What's more, in the past few years before he found a formal job, all the pocket money he spent was collected by Mrs. Weasley from the twins and then handed over to him.

These hands are even shorter than Corgi.

Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley appeared in time and gave each of the twin brothers a head-turn, and then rescued Percy.

After all, Cornelius Fudge is also Mr. Weasley's immediate boss.

It's always bad to say bad things about people behind their back, even though it's true.