themonasnovels Chapter 564 Protect Veela, Start From Me
Chapter 564 Protect Veela, Start From Me
Chapter 564 Protect Veela, Start From Me
In their box, except for the Hogwarts teacher, everyone else is their own.
However, in the next half hour, people came and went like a vegetable market.
Many wizards who came here especially wanted to see it with their own eyes, and saved Stark and Granger in Paris and Venice.
Among them, Italy and France have the most wizards.
Slughorn even came and went several times, constantly introducing his network of contacts.
Since the last attack, he has become more cautious, no longer living in the camp, and no longer throwing parties.
If anyone is the most disappointed, it must be Professor Trelawney.
The sherry wine I took last time is almost gone. If you don't have a party, how can I get in and prostitute for nothing?
The atmosphere reaches its peak when Ludo shows up with a group of old goblins from Gringotts.
Inside and outside the boxes were crowded with onlookers.
Even Fudge, the Minister of Magic, had no place to stand, trying to look up there.
William and the goblin of Gringotts had a final round of betting.
You can bet on everything in the World Cup... such as who will score the first goal, how long the game will be, and the final score.
Anything that is uncertain can be gambled with different odds.
William bet ten things.
For example, the first goal, he overwhelmed Ireland's Troy goal.
The odds given by the goblin are not high, because Troy is very strong.
Among the various gambling items, the highest odds are the duration of the game.
Because in the last final, Scotland and Canada fought fiercely for five days and five nights.
The Seekers were exhausted and dozed off on their brooms.
Ireland and Bulgaria...a stronger team together, a Seeker with a single gear.
The strength of the two sides is still equal, and there is no obvious gap. Everyone feels that this competition will last for a long time.
There was a witch named Agatha Timms Jr. in the crowd, who even bet on her own eel farm, saying that the competition would last for a week.
That's over, this young lady may be homeless tonight.
William is willing to take in witches under the age of 20 who have lost betting and are in urgent need of counseling.
Of course, just think about it, if he doesn't want to be thrown from the roof.
In this bet, William bet on ten things, which involved an astonishing million Galleons.
No one knows where he got so much money.
After all, during this period of time, William won and lost, but in general, the Galleons he won did not exceed 20.
Where did the remaining Galleons come from?
Of course, when he lost on purpose, Hermione, Annie and the others used Polyjuice Potion to reverse pressure.
The more you press, the more you will naturally earn.
If he wins all this time, he will rake in 600 million Galleons.If they lose all, Million Galleons will naturally turn into a phantom bubble, just like hitting a beautiful splash.
Only Gringotts dared to sit in the manor and open a bet of this scale.
Like Ludo is also sitting in the bank, but William seriously suspects that he has no money... he is empty-handed.
You can't gamble with this kind of person, and you can't get your money back if you win.
In order to ensure the legality, Sibert Mockridge, director of the Goblin Liaison Office of the Ministry of Magic, also came to the scene for notarization.
This can effectively prevent one party from running away.
This gamble also alarmed many people, especially Malfoy, who had just been discharged from the hospital, standing beside him jumping up and down in various ways, his hands itchy.
Although he swore last time that he would never gamble again, the opportunity to get rich is right in front of him!
He was moved again.
Malfoy made five wrong presses and lost 30 Galleons. Time must come and go, right?
But the question is which one is better?
Family revival, take another gamble!
Malfoy couldn't help but be careless.
Narcissa looked at her bewildered husband worriedly.
Although their family is rich, they are not as rich as the outside world claims.Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to Azkaban to get Black's property.
Malfoy spent a lot of money to escape trial and not enter Azkaban.But being hated by Dumbledore, many things are difficult to do, and money is needed to clear the way.
Therefore, it has not been as easy to make money as before in the past ten years.Especially after the fall of Voldemort, many industries were confiscated by the Ministry of Magic.
Malfoy spent a lot of money to become a school director. He wanted to expand his influence, but Dumbledore kicked him out mercilessly.
Lost money.
Over the years, he has been plucked by Fudge in various ways, donating a building today, and donating some special poverty alleviation tomorrow... The day after tomorrow, he will be held accountable for Blake's matter!
In addition, my family spends a lot of money, and I like to play ostentatiously, and I only lost 30 a while ago... No matter how rich I am, I can't be so prodigal.
Look at how many pure-blood families have lost all their property, let alone the Weasley family... How poor is it now?
But just when Narcissa was feeling uncomfortable, Malfoy had already decided to bet.
He decided to follow Trelawney and beat Bulgaria to win.
Everyone is British, and he can understand the hope that Ireland will win.But it cannot be kidnapped by patriotism.
Trelawney is always a god!
After William finished betting, Fudge squeezed over, greeted him like an old friend, shook his hand kindly, and asked him how he was.
"William Stark, Hermione Granger...you know."
Fudge speaks loudly to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.
The man was wearing an ornate black velvet robe trimmed with gold, and he didn't seem to understand a word of English.
"William, just destroyed... ahem, saved Venice, you know? Venice!"
The Bulgarian minister looked at Fudge in confusion.
He has a tuft of red hair and a sexy white beard at the corner of his mouth.
With a fit body and confident eyes, he looks like a 'Bulgarian demon king'.
The Bulgarian minister suddenly understood Fudge's words.
He touched Fudge's hand, danced excitedly, and sang loudly.
William doesn't know Bulgarian, but he can barely distinguish the pronunciation with the help of empty-ear translation.
"Old girl~meow, Vacco~meow~Billy's mother is a little bit~"
That's what it means in translation. William doesn't know what it means in Bulgarian.
Anyway, he smelled a philosophy.
The smell is so strong!
Well, that does fit his entire picture of the Bulgarians.
Fudge looked hopeless, and said to William wearily:
"I'm not very good with languages. When it comes to this kind of thing, you need Barty Crouch. Ah, I don't see where he is."
Tyene whispered in William's ear, translating.Turns out he was saying he admired William for burning the forests of Albania.
Wait... Minister Demon King, I didn't burn down the Albanian forest.
"Aha, you speak Bulgarian? Great, this is..."
Fudge looked at Tyene with hot eyes.
"My personal translator." William laughed.
"Then can you translate for me?" Minister Fudge straightened his hair. "Crouch isn't here, I need a private interpreter."
Tyene turned her head and talked to Hermione, ignoring Fudge.
She was afraid that she couldn't help it, so she took Fudge's eyes off as a trampling.
She even dared to kill Martell, not to mention the British Minister of Magic.
Fudge was a little embarrassed by Tyene's attitude.
"Haha, my friend's head is not very good, and he ate dragons when he was a child." William tried to smooth things over.
At this moment, there was a noise in the distance.Everyone turned their heads away.
It turned out to be an annual classic... Malfoy fighting Weasley.
But not Mr. Weasley and Lucius, so many people present, and all kinds of famous wizards...they can't afford to lose this man.
So, it was Draco and Ron who were fighting.
Apparently, Draco was sneering at Ron.
However, Ron has gained a lot of weight recently, and he has an advantage in body shape.
Harry stiffened his neck, seeing that everyone was looking at them, he loudly persuaded them to fight.
But he was sideways, and secretly kicked Draco's ass.
Draco kept his attention on Harry as he stretched his legs and squeezed Harry's leg tightly.
The three were entangled together, tearing each other's clothes.
With the strange dance of the Bulgarian minister, the scene is very philosophical.
The farce was over soon.
Minister Fudge and the others returned to their box, and it was quiet here.
As the commentator, Ludo's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the stadium.
"Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"
The audience burst into cheers and applause.Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by the chaotic sound of the national anthem.
On the chalkboard opposite them, the last line of advertisement (Akali Mystery Shop - not all of them are called Akali!) has been erased and now reads:
Bulgaria: 0,
Ireland: 0.
Soon, the audience was boiling because Miss Veela came on stage.
As a Veela·Model·Catalog team, they aroused cheers from all the audience as soon as they appeared on the stage.
I saw a hundred veela already gliding towards the arena, their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and their hair fluttered behind their heads without the wind.
However, the whole box was very quiet, and Roy and Iris followed Nicol, who were well-informed and experienced in many battles.
Those who had used the potion in advance were not a little excited, and even a little dull.
Alas~ It's Veela again, nothing new.Tired of watching.
William just glanced at it casually, the magic didn't work for him at all.
But there is one thing to say, William always feels that there is a Veela missing in his safety watch.
He is face-blind and can't tell if Veela is beautiful or not, but he simply loves magical animals.
William was as simple as Grandpa Newt.
Protect Veela...start with me!
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(Ask for a monthly ticket, everyone.)
(End of this chapter)