Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

After a few dry laughs, Bagman looked at Iger with a stiff face: "Mr. Morrisos is really humorous..."

"I'm not kidding." Iger smiled cheerfully: "I'm serious, although I don't want to, but it's true."

Iger didn't lie, but he didn't say one thing, that is, if the devil's bet is violated, the soul will belong to the devil, but whether it is a devil's business or not.

If the devil doesn't mind, it's perfectly survivable.

But Bagman doesn't know...

Looking at Iger tremblingly, Bagman's body was instantly drenched in cold sweat, and Iger didn't look like he was lying at all.

"Ah...and since Fred and the others also participated, they will get the same betting money as mine. If they don't get it, the magic will take effect." Iger seemed to remember something.

"How many odds did I just sign?" Bagman looked at the twins beside him with empty eyes.

"Oh, I see, because you think this kind of thing is unlikely, so the odds are one to ten. If we win, Iger will get five hundred Galleons. Of course, the two of us will also get five hundred. .” Fred explained kindly.

"And it must be a real gold coin." George added kindly.

Bagman: "..."

Seeing Bagman leaving in a daze, Fred waved his hands and shouted: "Don't worry, Mr. Bagman, our winning rate is very low!"

Bagman staggered suddenly and ran away in a hurry.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case...

What if you win?

Bagman didn't dare to take this risk at all. He just wanted to raise money now. Thinking of this, Bagman started frantically looking for bettors, planning to collect 1,000 Galleons first...

Iger also found out about the bet in the contract book, which described in detail some cases of dealing or betting with demons.

Obviously, the devil is always the winner, or the one who makes the most money.

"Why do you need to add a real gold coin?" Fred looked at Iger puzzled.

"What is the mascot of the Irish team?" Iger glanced at the twins.

"You mean, that guy will give us the gold coin conjured by the Irish goblin?" George frowned: "Damn bastard."

"Think about it, fifty galleons, ten times the odds, that old bastard can't make up even if he sells himself, I don't object to you all betting..." Iger spread his hands: "But the thing to remember is, no Anyone is qualified to sit at the gaming table, chips are the most basic requirements for a gambler, not to mention that guy is the banker..."

"This is so cool to say, I'm sure that guy Ron would like this kind of...emmm..."

Fred wanted to say that the words were full of force, but he couldn't organize the words for a while.

"Okay, if there are no accidents, even if that guy sells blood now, he still has to collect a thousand Galleons..." Iger laughed.

"If he can't fulfill the bet, will he really die?" George looked at Iger.

"No." Iger shook his head: "It's just a bet, I wouldn't kill him, scare him, ask him to return his capital, save his life, and let him set up a man who will never gamble again." An Unbreakable Vow..."

"You are more terrible than killing him directly..." Fred shrugged.

"I'm doing a good job, I'm helping him quit gambling." Iger grinned, "Of course, I just hate those bastards who have the guts to gamble but are unable to pay back..."

Look at Dumbledore, he promises a lot.

It has been agreed to exchange one thing for another, and it will never go back on its word.

The broom, the Philosopher's Stone, the castle, and even found the phoenix for himself.

Iger doesn't care if others owe money or not, and I won't be short of that money if I dare to lend you.

But Iger thinks it’s a bad thing to gamble if you don’t get enough money. What kind of shit are you playing if you don’t have money?

Remus looked at the young people beside him with emotion, and unconsciously became so assertive...

Time flies so fast, this time last year, the child seemed to have reached his waist, but now he has reached his shoulders...

In a few more years, he will probably be taller than me, right?

Remus looked at Iger with relief, and then sighed leisurely.

Among other things, this kid has a bad temper for outsiders...

British men pay attention to a gentleman's demeanor. It doesn't matter how fierce they are at home, but they must pretend to be human outside, but Iger is different. This kid has a gentle attitude towards friends and family, but has no sympathy for outsiders...

It's so weird...

The goods in the magic trick shop are selling very well, and Iger also seems to help out, but since he came, the people around him have either stayed away from him or approached him flatteringly, which made Iger feel very bored, so he had to take the two girls back to the tent.

A bonfire was burning outside the tent, and a roasted whole lamb was sandwiched on top of the bonfire. You Mengyu looked at the roasted whole lamb with his chin in his hands, and sprinkled some seasonings on it from time to time.

Iger noticed that there were two small humanoid creatures squatting obediently beside Youmengyu. They looked like middle-aged human men with big arms and round waists. They had a bushy beard on their chins and were about as tall as a palm Size, looks ugly and cute...

"This is Lord Stove?" Iger stared at the two wrestler-like villains beside Youmengyu curiously: "Isn't it the appearance of a little old man?"

"This is young, the old Stove Lord usually doesn't leave home." You Mengyu shook her head.

Just as he was talking, a Stove Lord ran not far away, picked up a few dry sticks and stuffed them under the campfire, and the other stretched out his arms and reached for the roasted whole lamb. The huge roasted whole lamb flipped up and down with the movement of the Stove Lord.

"Great..." Iger laughed.

"Like elves, they don't like to appear in front of humans, but it's not because of some messy etiquette, but because they feel that their house gave birth to them, and that house is theirs, or they move to that house, and they also They will feel that this house belongs to them." You Mengyu held his chin and muttered: "And people like us who live in the house are just tenants, guests... Cooking for us is just a way of hospitality..."

Iger: "..."

I can't tell, the little thing is quite shameless...

"Can they talk?" Hermione leaned over and squatted beside the two Stove Lords.

"Can talk, but only speaks Chinese." You Mengyu nodded: "The magic power itself is not strong, not much stronger than Hua Fairy."

Iger nodded suddenly, it really is that the world is full of wonders...

"Then why did these two come out with you?" Iger looked at You Mengyu curiously.

You Mengyu blinked her eyes: "I promise they will find them a new house..."

Iger: "..."

"Hmmm... are you back?" The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a blond loli came out with a blood bag in her arms. Emily muttered softly, "How long will it take for the competition to start..."

"I said that we came out for camping early, so it really doesn't matter what the competition is..." Iger grinned.

"It's the same wherever you live..." Emily muttered, "I feel like I'm camping in the Forbidden Forest..."

"..." Iger always felt that this girl was hinting at something: "How about I buy a suite for you?"

"Thank you very much." Emily blinked her eyes.

Iger's mouth twitched, what do you want me to say?

I'm just being polite to you?