Harry Potter Reborn

"No one." A loud reply came from the villa garden.

"Forehead……"

A wizard outside the door looked at Harry sitting under a big tree with a troubled face, not knowing whether to go in or out.

Finally, he shamelessly walked in pretending to hear the invitation.

"Mr. Potter, I am Ludo Bagman, Minister of Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic." He said with a smile.

The girls surrounding them immediately dispersed, firstly because they didn't want to appear to be eavesdropping on their conversation, and secondly because the man who arrived was too strange.

Ludo Bagman is very eye-catching. He is one of those people who always turn heads when walking in the Muggle world and wizarding world.

Wearing a long Quidditch robe with a huge wasp printed on the chest, he has a big belly and the robe is tightly tied to his belly. His nose is flat, suspected to have been flattened by the Bludger.

He has a pair of round blue eyes and short yellow hair.

The big pockets on both sides of him were filled to the brim. Judging from the shape and the "squeaking" sound of the bags as he walked, they must be gold coins.

He also held a notebook and pen in his hand, which were filled with rows of names.

"So what's the matter? Minister Bagman. Don't tell me that you smelled the aroma of barbecue and wanted to come and eat it. No way."

Speaking of this, Ludo Bagman's nose couldn't help but twitch, and his throat moved as he looked at the roasted golden and oily meat.

"No, of course not. I'm here for other things." Ludo Bagman said with difficulty.

He looked left and right, then quietly approached Harry.

Harry was ready to throw him out if he dared to come near again.

But Ludo Bagman sensed this crisis. He stopped and whispered like a thief: "Do you want to place a bet on the game? There are many ways to bet, such as which team will score first.

The ball? Which batter hit it? How wide can the score between the two teams be? Which team will be the champion in the end? How many times can the Golden Snitch be caught? And so on. The more unlikely the bet, the higher the odds.

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"How about it, Mr. Potter, are you interested? But many wizards have made bets with me. Look at the list." He showed Harry his results. (???)

There were written on it the names of many wizards and their bets with Ludo Bagman.

The bet can be large or small, ranging from tens of galleons to thousands of galleons.

"Pontene made a bet with me that Bulgaria would score the first goal, and Agatha gave me a third of her deed on Eel Farm, betting that the Snitch would be caught three times. I think

She is crazy. There have been so many semi-finals, and the most one time was that the Golden Snitch was caught twice. She must not know how difficult it is for the Golden Snitch to be caught now."

Ludo Bagman stared at Harry eagerly.

"I just saw you going in and out of the big tent nearby. Are you trying to persuade the rich wizards to bet with you one by one?" Harry said.

Ludo Bagman chuckled and said: "Such a good opportunity is not so easy to come across."

Harry was about to refuse, then thought about it and said with a smile, "Okay. I bet one million galleons, can you take it?"

"Good duck, good duck..." Ludo Bagman nodded.

Suddenly his eyes bulged: "Wait, how much did you say? One million? Or did I hear wrong, one hundred galleons?"

"One million, I'll bet you who will be the champion team," Harry said.

Ludo Bagman's face was full of confusion and hesitation.

He wanted to bet with Harry so much. If he won, he would laugh out of his dreams. But if he lost, hiss... he might even have to sell his wand to pay off his debt.

Finally, a glimmer of reason prevailed.

Ludo Bagman said reluctantly: "Forget it, such a huge amount..."

"Hey, Bagman, don't leave. If there's not enough money, I can add more..." Harry greeted.

"No, no, bye. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Ludo Bagman said without looking back.

Harry whispered regretfully: "What a pity, I wanted to use the time turner to predict the outcome in advance."

…

The afternoon passed slowly.

As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the campground like a tangible cloud.

At dusk, the silent summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation.

When the night enveloped thousands of eagerly waiting wizards like a curtain, the last trace of disguise in the camp disappeared.

Obvious signs of magic were popping up everywhere, and the Ministry of Magic was no longer trying to stop them.

Every few steps, a phantom vendor descends from the sky, carrying a wooden stand and pushing a cart filled with strange and weird gadgets.

There are luminous rose-shaped badges, the green one represents Ireland and the red one represents Bulgaria. The names of the team members will also be called out.

There is a green high hat, decorated with clovers dancing in the wind. There is a Bulgarian ribbon, and the lion on it roars like a real lion.

There are also various small Firebolt-shaped fireworks that fly into the sky and explode.

When Harry took them leisurely through the vendors, these things attracted the attention of Zhang Qiu, Hermione and all the Muggle girls.

In a small cart, there were many things that looked like binoculars piled high, but they were covered with all kinds of complicated knobs and dials.

"This is a panoramic telescope." The wizard vendor enthusiastically promoted: "It can penetrate very far, as if it is happening in front of your eyes, and it can also play the picture in slow motion... If necessary,

It can also quickly provide analysis of the game situation, and it only costs ten galleons gold coins."

The girls were moved.

Seeing the pitiful way they looked at Harry, Harry said, "Okay, just think of it as a souvenir of your trip."

Then I bought a telescope for everyone.

"You know the rules and don't let Muggles know about this," Harry said.

If this thing wanders into the Muggle world and is obtained by MI6, it will be a magical weapon.

The girls nodded quickly and happily fiddled with the magic telescopes in their hands.

The wizard vendor didn't expect to do such a big business, and he couldn't open his mouth with joy.

"Sir, ladies, there are other good things here, would you like to take a look..."

"Profiteer," Hermione said.

…

it's dark.

A low sound of gongs and drums came from deep in the woods.

At the same time, tens of thousands of colorful lanterns bloomed on the trees, lighting up the road to the stadium.

The game is about to start and you can enter.

And in a large mansion near Harry's Silver Villa.

We welcomed an uninvited guest, who was completely shrouded in a black robe.

Lucius Malfoy looked at the Dark Mark on the outstretched wrist of the visitor, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Lucius, tonight, we will take action. This is an excellent opportunity to announce to the world that the Dark Lord's power has not died out. You must join us," the black-robed wizard said.

Lucius Malfoy said: "I refuse."

The black-robed wizard said: "You want to betray the Dark Lord? Have you forgotten your identity as a Death Eater?"

Seeing the black-robed wizard's eyes becoming more and more dangerous, Lucius Malfoy said: "I will not participate in your action. If you just want to cause a chaotic demonstration, once discovered, this will make my situation in the Ministry of Magic very dangerous."

, even the Dark Lord will not give up my identity. Of course, I will not reveal anything to the Ministry of Magic, and you can act as you like."

The black-robed wizard looked at Lucius Malfoy steadily and said, "You can take care of yourself."

After the black-robed wizard disappeared.

Draco Malfoy asked fearfully: "Dad, who is he?"

"A group of haunted people," said Lucius Malfoy.

Narcissa Malfoy said: "Are you really not going to tell the Ministry of Magic?"

Lucius Malfoy said sinisterly: "You have to know that I have never been loyal to Dumbledore. They fight to the death."

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