HP Magic Biography

Bagmont happily handed the sheepskin roll of the list, Fanlin smiled, and then took the sheepskin roll with both hands.

Fanlin's bet is bigger than his sum in the past few days. Strictly speaking, his capital is not enough to take over Fanlin's gambling, and...

"Wait a minute..." Bagmon said suddenly, "What is your choice? The Irish team wins?"

"Of course," Fanlin nodded, "However, I chose to be the same as Fred and George. Krum of the Bulgarian team caught the Golden Snitch."

"Let me see..." Bagmon said, "Ireland wins... the odds are 1:2 and Krum caught the Golden Snitch, and Ireland wins... I do the math, it's probably...1 :5...If you really say it, this is a lot of Jin Jialong." Bagmon smiled, in his eyes, the two hundred Jin Jialong has been honestly settled. Into his pocket.

Fanlin doesn't care about the odds. In his eyes, these Jin Jialongs are just money for buying some materials, and one alchemy experiment can be consumed.

However, it is still very uncomfortable to be deceived by Bagmong so much Jinjialong Fanlin. However, Fanlin is still not very good about Bagmong's definition, so he draws a conclusion.

Just as helping Fred and George, if Bagmon didn't follow the bet, then he would regret it.

Fanlin smiled, and a pale golden rune was forced out of his palm. He gave Bagmon so many gold coins for nothing. Even if Fanlin is a prodigal, he can't do it, but Fanlin dares to do so naturally with his insurance. .

This golden contract rune is just like that. Athena sealed the **** pattern on the back of his hand. In the analysis, many novel things were naturally discovered.

The powerful ancient contract runes can even function as contracts with gods. It is too overkill to use here, but Fanlin's grasp is not perfect, and he can only use part of his power now.

However, this is enough. As long as the other party signs the name and violates the contract, Bagmon... hehe.

"Mr. Bagmon, I want to write my name?" Fanlin asked tryingly.

"Of course, if you are willing to do it for you." Bagmon said, he didn't notice Fanlin's movements. In fact, with the help of his body, Fanlin's movements were very hidden and disappeared in a flash.

Fanlin quickly signed his name on it, and then the golden rune mark was hidden on the sheepskin scroll, which was very good.

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

"Oh, don't be so troublesome." Bagmont took the parchment scroll that Fanlin handed him.

"You only need to sign at the bottom, right here." Bagmon said, and he signed at the bottom of the parchment.

Fanlin nodded. He tested it with magic power. It was just a magic contract full of loopholes, and Bagmon had also signed it. He just perfected the contract.

"Of course, I'm relieved, Mr. Bagmon. It seems that you are very knowledgeable about the science of magic contracts."

"It's just some interest. It's just a simple dabbling." Bagmon rolled the sheepskin into his arms. He is satisfied with today's itinerary. There are more than two hundred gold gallons, which can be regarded as a large gold coin. .

"Take this, it belongs to you." Bagmon said, and he returned the share that belonged to Fanlin.

Bagmont turned to Mr. Weasley very excited, and his two hundred Jin Jialong's income made his mood especially bright.

"I think the plot will not succeed. I can't pay attention to Batty Crouch's. Our Bulgarian opponent is already creating difficulties. I can't understand a word he said. Batty can figure it out. He can say a hundred. Fifty languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" Percy asked. Suddenly, he gave up his objection, very upset because of his excitement.

"He can speak more than two hundred kinds!"

"Can anyone speak sceptic language?" Fred said lightly.

Percy gave Fred a very disgusted look, and added wood to the fire to make the fire more intense, and the water in the kettle boiled again.

When Bagmont sat on the grass next to them, "Is there any news about Percy. Zorkins, Neutrogen?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Not at all," Bagmon said comfortably, "but she will show up. Poor Bagmon... forgetting is like a big leaky steam pot, without a sense of direction. She will be in October. Wandering back to the office at some point, I thought it was still July."

"Don't you think it's time to send someone to find her?" Mr. Weasley tentatively suggested. Percy handed the tea to Bagmon.

"Barty Crouch always said that," Bagmon said, widening his innocent round eyes, "but at this time we can't spare anyone to do this. Oh, don't that **** thing. Batty!"

A wizard had just apparated to their campfire, and he was in stark contrast with Mr. Bagmont's old robe with a wasp. Batty Crouch is a stern, upright, and old man, wearing an impeccable coat and tie. His short hair was very unnaturally straight, and his long, toothbrush-shaped beard looked as if he had trimmed it with a ruler. His shoes are shiny.

Everyone almost immediately understood why Percy admired him. Percy was a man who believed in strict discipline, and Mr. Crouch acted entirely in accordance with the rules of discipline codified by the Muggles. He is so serious and comprehensive that he can almost be a manager of a bank.

Fanlin wondered whether even a random Muggle could tell his true identity after hearing enough of their conversation.

"Sit down, Batty." Neutrogen said happily, patting the ground next to him.

"No, thanks, Neutrogena," Crouch said, and his tone seemed impatient. "I'm looking for you everywhere, and the Bulgarians insist that we add twelve seats to them."

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

"Mr. Claus!" Percy yelled out of breath, and he half bowed, which made him look disgusting. "Do you want a cup of tea?"

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

Fred and George were very angry, but immersed in tea. Percy was busy getting the kettle.

"I, I have always wanted to talk to you, Arthur!" Mr. Crouch said, and he looked sharply at Mr. Weasley, "Ali Beshir is on his way to the expedition, he wants to talk to you about your prohibition Flying carpet used."

Mr. Weasley sighed deeply. "I just gave him three owls last week. I have told him hundreds of times: Flying carpets are considered as Muggle crafts, which are made by magic. It was decided by the Prohibited Item Registry, but will he listen?"

"I doubt it very much," Mr. Crouch said, taking the tea from Percy. "He desperately wants to steal it from here."

"Uh, they can never replace broomsticks in the UK, right?" Bagmon asked.

"Ali thinks there is a kind of wall stove in the market, which will be used for family transportation during the extraordinary event," Mr. Crouch said. "I remember my grandmother had a blanket that could sit twelve people-but of course it was flying. Before the blanket was disabled."

He spoke as if he wanted everyone to know without a doubt that his ancestors strictly obeyed the law.

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

"It's okay," Mr. Claus replied coldly. "It's not a big deal to organize the key to the five continents, Neutrogen."

Neutrogena Bagmont looked stunned, "Okay! I can't find anything more interesting than these. Also, it looks like we can find anything to do.

Uh? Batty? There is still a lot to organize, right? "

Mr. Crouch raised his eyebrows at Bagh, "We promised to not announce until the details are worked out..."

"Oh, details!" Mr. Bagmon shouted, "They have already signed, right? I think these kids will know it very soon. I mean, this happened at Hogwarts."

"Neutth, we need to meet the Paulians, you know." Crouch said sharply. Interrupting Bagmon, "Thank you for the tea, boy."

He handed his undrunk tea back to Percy and waited for Neutrogen to stand up. Bagmont stood up again with difficulty, poured out his last tea, and the gold in his pocket clinked again.

"See you later!" He said, "You will see me in the first class! I will comment!" He waved his hand, and Batty Crouch nodded politely, ‘then both of them disappeared.

"What happened to Hogwarts, Dad?" Fred asked immediately. "What are they talking about?"

"You will know clearly soon." Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"This is confidential information, and the cabinet did not decide to make it public until the appropriate time," Percy said solemnly. "Mr. Crouch did not say it, he did it right."

"Oh, shut up!" Fred shouted.

Fanlin stared blankly at the place where the two of them disappeared. What is this, revealing the decision of the Ministry of Magic everywhere?

About the Goblet of Fire, Three Witch Fighting Contest?

When I think of Furong Fanlin, I feel a headache. Furong's sharp rhetoric and the **** attitude of teasing him like a kid makes people feel headache.

Fanlin would really like to announce it, but...

This doesn't seem to be a secret. In Boothbaton and Durmstrang, it seems that only Hogwarts is kept in the dark.

However, it is not a good thing to tell Hogwarts students in advance. Hogwarts is their home field. This also means that if you tell Hogwarts in advance, it is inevitable that Hogwarts students will Give some extra thoughts.

Provided that they can break through the defenses of the professors, this is simply impossible. A single Dumbledore is enough to stump many people.

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

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

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

"?" Hermione was taken aback, then blushed.

"What are you talking about, why should I promise you?" Hermione whispered.

"This is great news." Fred yelled, and George also followed suit.

Fanlin had no choice but to give up, he gave Fred a fierce look, and then Hermione fled.

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

The salesperson apparated every few steps, holding a plate, and pushing a trolley full of special merchandise. There are shiny rosettes...green represents Ireland, red represents Bulgaria...and the names of the players are on it.

The green hat (forgiveness series) is decorated with clover, the Bulgarian scarf is decorated with roaring lions, and the national flags of the two countries are waved in different national anthems. There are also small models of burning arrows that can really fly; there are also models of famous players used for collection, which can be walked around in the palm of your hand to dress yourself.

"I saved the money for the entire summer for this." Ron told Harry that when they passed the salesperson with Hermione and Fanlin, they stopped to buy souvenirs.

Ron bought a shamrock hat for dancing and a big green rosette. Hermione wanted to buy a small Krum model, but this was stopped by Fanlin. Fanlin knitted a string of rosettes. The wreath was put on Hermione's head.

It seems that the girl is in a good mood.

Ron bought it. The miniature Krum walked forward and backward in Ron's hands, frowning at the green rosette above him.

"Wow, look at this!" Harry yelled excitedly, and hurriedly rushed to a cart full of binoculars that looked like copper, covered with all kinds of strange drawers and dials.

"Binoculars," the sales wizard said eagerly. You can set the focal length and slow down some of the lens. If you need it, it's very cheap, only ten gold gallons each. "

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

"Four." Harry said to the wizard affirmatively. U U Reading www.uukanshu.cOM

"No, don't bother." Ron said blushing. He was always nervous about Harry having more money than him, and he inherited a small fortune from his parents for Harry.

"You won't get anything at Christmas," Harry told him, and threw the binoculars into his, Van Lin and Hermione's hands.

"Remember, about ten years."

"Very fair," Ron said with a smile.

Their purse was obviously lighter and returned to the tent. Bill, Charlie, and Ginny all bought green rosettes, and Mr. Weasley held an Irish flag. Fred and George did not buy souvenirs because all their gold was given to Bagmon.

Then, there was a loud noise somewhere above the forest, and green and red lanterns burned among the trees, lighting up a road to the tent area.

"Time is up," Mr. Weasley shouted, looking as excited as everyone else.

"Come on, let's go!"