Hogwarts Homecoming

"Oh, don't be so polite Aberforth--"

Amosta said with a smile,

"I called someone to your place, doesn't this show my trust in you?"

"We are not that familiar, Brian!"

Aberforth shouted angrily, but he obviously knew that he had no way to deal with Amosta, so he could only throw the rag on the bar angrily and turn around to prepare whiskey for Ludo Bagman.

When Amosta's eyes fell on Ludo, Ludo's smiling face obviously flashed with an unnatural look.

The last time the two met was on the outskirts of Attenborough, Amosta asked him about the goblins' winning rate of Hermione Granger's game.

At that time, Amosta also caught Ludo "condescending" to comment on a club-level Quidditch game and accepting benefits.

The scene at that time flashed through his mind, and Ludo wailed in his heart that he was unlucky, as if Amosta Brian could hold his handle every time.

"Oh, sorry, am I late, Amosta?"

After sitting down, Ludo looked at Amosta with a smile and said,

"But it's not my fault, Amosta. It was raining too hard. The railway was flooded by mountain torrents on the way. The Hogwarts Express had to stop for a while to avoid being washed away by the flood."

"So, I should apologize, Ludo--"

Amosta smiled,

"I shouldn't let you come to Hogsmeade in such bad weather. I hope I won't cause you any extra trouble?"

"Oh, not really, not really. Thank you, Aberforth!"

Ludo took the cold-faced Aberforth's hand over. He took a sip from the wine glass.

"So, are you here to talk about the third match of the Triwizard Tournament, Amosta? Oh, to be honest, it's become a chore in the Ministry now. You know why. Alas, there was a big mess in the second match, and everyone avoided talking about it--"

Ludo gulped down another glass of wine with melancholy.

"If it weren't for you to ensure the third match, this would have been completely ruined. I want to thank you, Amosta. If it weren't for you, what would I do with all the gold I invested?"

Looking at Ludo who was glad that the third match could go smoothly, Amosta couldn't help but feel a little "respect" in his heart.

As for whether the mysterious man is really resurrected and returns to the magic world, most wizards in the magic world are lucky.

Although they recognize that Dumbledore is an amazing wizard, they all hope that Dumbledore is confused in this matter. Although they may know the real answer in their hearts.

But whether they believe it or not, everyone pays great attention to this matter, because it will bring about earth-shaking changes in their lives.

The Ludo in front of him was much purer. Amosta could not see any worries about the war in him. He was still concerned about his gambling and gold.

Whew--

Amosta shook a piece of parchment that he had taken out from somewhere and gently threw it on the table.

"Let's talk about those words of gratitude later, Ludo, take a look at this first--"

"Oh--"

Ludo immediately reached out and picked up the parchment on the table, showing an interested look,

"What is this, Amosta, I guess it's the project design for the third game?!"

Ludo, who was full of interest, picked up the parchment and looked at it, and it seemed like he had seen something incredible.

He sat up immediately, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair, squinting his eyes and reading the words on the paper word by word by the candlelight on the table. He also raised his head and stared at Amosta from time to time.

"Hey, how about it, Ludo, do you like this surprise?"

Amosta laughed twice in a low voice.

"This is."

Ludo rubbed his eyes, almost put his face on the parchment, and carefully studied whether the signature below the letter was forged by Amos.

"If you don't believe it, Ludo, you can go to the goblins to verify--"

Amos said calmly with a smile,

"In short, you and the goblins have settled the account, and they will never threaten you with this again."

The trembling of Ludo's hand holding the parchment was enough to prove how excited he was at the moment,

"Is it you, Amos?"

There is no free lunch in the world. Ludo, who has been in the magic world for many years and holds a high position, would not not understand this truth.

Ludo stared at Amos, who looked calm and doubtful. The money he borrowed from the goblins over the years was not one or two thousand Galleons!

"You, you want, if you plan--"

Unconsciously, Ludo's breathing became heavy, and the water dripping slowly on his temples was not sure whether it was the rain or sweat.

An inexplicable fear appeared in Ludo's heart.

"I was planning to persuade the Minister not to let that terrible woman Umbridge come to Hogwarts to cause trouble, Amos, you may have bet on the wrong horse."

Ludo said uneasily.

"Do you know the lottery, Ludo?"

What surprised Ludo was that Amos did not mention a word about asking him to interfere with the will of the Minister of Magic, but asked a question out of the blue.

"Lottery?"

Ludo blinked in confusion,

"What is that? A kind of book?"

Amos said in a completely popular science tone like chatting,

"It's normal if you don't understand, Ludo. That's Muggle stuff. Just like those gambling contracts you signed with goblins, they are usually issued by institutions with official Muggle background. The process and outcome of a game are known in advance. Waiting for prediction. Completely legal and compliant.”

Amosta shrugged, as if he thought of this topic by chance.

"I just thought that when a major accident occurred in the second game of the Triwizard Tournament, you... Oh, of course it's not just you, there may be many people who are hoping that the tournament can be held smoothly. For your sake, I will fight in every handicap. The gold that was invested in--"

Looking at Ludo, whose eyes were getting brighter and brighter, he said softly as if he was thinking,

"Gambling is indeed the joy of life for many wizards. But now it seems that the Ministry of Magic in various countries lacks effective control over this area and is letting it go. All the benefits are taken by goblins and some forces that cannot stand on the table."

Shaking his head regretfully, Amosta looked at Ludo with a little expectancy.

"If the Ministry of Magic and the Quidditch League can reach a consensus and introduce the form of Muggle lottery, it will bring good profits to both the Ministry of Magic and the league, and it will also bring good profits to those who love to seek excitement in gambling. A safe and reliable gaming platform for everyone, what do you think, Ludo?”

Ludo opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Amosta opened his mouth again and smiled,

"Tsk, tsk, if sports lottery can be done, it should be considered the responsibility of the Department of Magical Sports. I think a new department should be established to be responsible for managing this matter."

A department specifically responsible for gambling, which is aboveboard and risk-free, and belongs to the Department of Magical Sports and Sports. Ludo looked at Amosta blankly, his lips moved, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

"You know, Amosta, I have never had any ambitions. Oh, okay, I promise you, I will go and talk to the minister. Getting Umbridge into Hogwarts is indeed a fool's errand!"

Ludo gasped, and he glanced again at the parchment he was holding in his hand, which was the certificate of his freedom.

"Yes, you convinced me, Amosta, you are really a devil. You know, I never want to get involved in these troubles. By the way, how do you plan to implement the proposal you just made? From my perspective, this It is indeed a good idea, but under the current circumstances, it is impossible for the minister to agree with your suggestion, and if you want to promote this matter, you must obtain the consent of the Quidditch World League."

"Don't worry, Ludo, this matter will definitely come to fruition in the second half of this year. The Minister of Magic will not be an obstacle to this matter. As for the Quidditch World League, of course, they will definitely strive for more profits and will be managed by Lots of tough pan games, so--"

Amosta smiled,

"As a representative, I will fight for a share of the profits from the Quidditch lottery for Hogwarts. In exchange for my participation, I can authorize the World Cup League to use my surveillance camera to broadcast the game live around the world. This is also the case. It’s a very objective income. For this reason, I believe they will make concessions. In addition——”

Amosta stood up, indicating that this somewhat hasty conversation was coming to an end.

"I want to correct one of your mistakes, Ludo. I don't intend to ask you to mediate Fudge's desire to appoint Umbridge to Hogwarts. It is impossible for Umbridge to enter Hogwarts." If you want to get into Azkaban, I can help you. I'm meeting with you today just for the sake of..."

Amosta looked down at Ludo. The sharp light cast in his purple eyes made Ludo tremble unconsciously. He asked cringingly,

"for what?"

"Simply to gain your support, Ludo."