I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

"Fried and I have some spare cash recently, so we plan to get a big one."

George held the Fat House Happy Water in his hand, as if he was holding a red wine glass full of red wine.

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to rob Gringotts?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Both Fried and George choked on Lynn's words.

They sprayed the Coke in their mouths on the cashmere carpet in the tent, and said with blushing faces.

"What's possible! Unless we don't want to die."

"Actually, Gringotts is not that hard to grab. Its so-called high security is just a false name."

"George and I are still full of longing for the future life, and we don't intend to become a wanted criminal so early." Fried rarely showed such seriousness.

"In fact, we just want to participate in the betting of the finals, but we haven't figured out how to bet."

The atmosphere in the UK is quite open, especially when it comes to gambling, not to mention that in the wizarding world, even the gambling markets are set by the Ministry of Magic itself, and there is no restriction on whether the wizards participating in it are of age or not.

In the past, when they had no money, they were barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, so they could unscrupulously put all their worth to gamble their own judgment, but now they have enough funds in their hands, and they will inevitably feel a little bit tied up when they have enough capital. up.

"What are your thoughts now?" Lynn asked.

Fried said firmly: "We feel that the Irish team will win!"

George continued: "But the Bulgarian team's Seeker Viktor Krum is very strong."

Lynn pondered for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about which of the two teams is better, but he was actually recalling the final result of the game in the original book.

"If you take my word for it, Ireland will win, but Bulgaria will end the game with the Snitch."

George and Fried looked at each other excitedly.

"You and we thought about it together. We discussed it for a long time and thought that the final result would be like this. It's just that we haven't made up our minds to invest all our money in it."

Lynn waved his hand.

"Don't worry Stud, I'll offer another 500 Galleons, and you all help me to press this together. Anyway, the Ministry of Magic is the banker, so I'm not afraid they won't admit it."

If George and Fried hadn't spoken, Lynn might not be so sure that his memory was accurate.

But he remembered very clearly that the two twins in the original book had made the right bet, so this was a sure bet.

Even if Lin En is not short of money, if he doesn't take the free money, it will be regarded as pocket money for Xiaobu in the next two years.

With Lynn's guarantee, the two Weasley brothers were immediately confident.

From the time they knew Lynn to now, they haven't seen him do any loss-making business.

Lynn threw them a money bag containing 500 Galleons, and George and Fried happily took the money and added their own to bet.

Lynn didn't stay in the tent at this time either.

He came out, tapped the forehead of Xiaobu who had already begun to secretly dye a corner of the tent green with a magic wand, and warned her that if he came back at night and found that their tent had really turned green, he would kill her hair as well. Dye it green!

Not only was Xiaobu not ashamed when she heard it, but she also looked joyful, saying that she had wanted to do this for a long time, and begged Lynn to draw a clover pattern on her face (the symbol of fans of the Irish national Quidditch team).

Lynn said on the spot that it would dye her whole body green immediately or it would never change back, so she gave up and ran to find Hermione who was helping to light the fire with her lips pouted.

After getting rid of Xiao Bu's entanglement, Lynn informed Hermione, saying that he would come back after going out for a walk, and then walked out of the camp.

It was now almost evening, and bright bonfires were lit next to almost every tent.

Lynn even saw a purple magic fire that was not a normal flame beside a wizard's tent. The staff of the Ministry of Magic who rushed over were communicating with these Brazilian wizards in unfamiliar Portuguese.

A small line had formed at a water tap in one corner of the camp, and two men in the line were arguing furiously about something, one of them was very old and wearing a long floral nightgown.

Another wizard, apparently working for the Ministry, held up a pair of pinstriped trousers and was on the verge of tears with exasperation.

"You can put it on, Archie. You can't walk around in it, the Muggle at the gate is starting to suspect—"

"I bought these trousers from a Muggle shop," said the old wizard stubbornly. "Muggles wear them too."

"Muggle women wear them, Archie, men don't wear them, men wear these," said the wizard who worked in the Ministry, waving the pinstriped trousers.

"I don't wear them!" said old Archie angrily. "I'd like a wholesome breeze to blow my ass, thank you."

Lynn laughed hard.

This old wizard obviously didn't take a Muggle studies class. Older European wizards still retain these old impressions. In their cognition, Muggles, whether they are men or women, will wear skirts.

He bypassed the team waiting to fetch water, and soon came to a secluded corner.

This is already the edge of the wizard camp, and almost no one will come here.

Lin En didn't have to wait for a long time when standing here, a tall figure in a hurry came out from the distant woods.

It was a familiar face.

He has an old but still tough face, short gray hair combed meticulously, and the long windbreaker that he wears almost every season is very conspicuous.

The person who came was Adrian Fox, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, who had been away from Lynn for three years.

Lynn greeted him with a smile on his face. Just when he was about to give a hug to the professor whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he realized that Professor Fox's expression was a bit wrong.

He frowned deeply and looked worried.

"Lynn, I'm glad we're here to meet again, but listen to me first."

Lynn's face also sank, and he could see that Professor Fox was not joking with him.

"What happened Professor?"

"Something went wrong, or there were some troubles that I didn't think of before." Fox said hurriedly, "But I should be able to solve it, but I'm short on time, so I can't go to the World Championship with you. If all goes well, I can come back safely after the game."

He suddenly stuffed a black suitcase into Lynn's hand.

"Hold it, and if I still haven't contacted you by the night of the game, turn it on!"