Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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After a dry laugh, Bagman looked at Iger with a stiff face: "Mr. Morriss is so 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 demon's bet is violated, the soul will belong to the demon, but whether it is the devil's business.

If the demons don't mind, it's entirely possible to live.

But Bagman doesn't know...

Looking at Iger tremblingly, Bagman was instantly wet with cold sweat, and Iger didn't look like he was lying.

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

"What odds did I just sign?" Bagman looked blankly at the twins beside him.

"Oh, I see, because you don't think this is possible, so the odds are one to ten, if we bet, Iger will get five hundred Galleons, and of course, the two of us will also get five hundred ." Fred explained kindly.

"And it has to be real gold coins." George added kindly.

Bagman: "..."

Looking at Bagman who left in despair, Fred waved his hands and shouted: "Don't worry, Mr. Bagman, our win rate is very low!"

Bagman staggered and ran away in a hurry.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what if...

What if you get hit?

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 people to bet, planning to collect a thousand Galleons first...

About the bet, Iger also found it in the book of contract, which described in detail some cases of making deals or bets with demons.

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

"Why add a real gold coin?" Fred looked at Iger puzzled.

"What's the Irish mascot?" Iger glanced at the twins.

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

"Think about it, fifty Galleons, ten times the odds, that old **** can't make it up even after selling himself, I don't object to you all betting on nothing..." Iger spread his hands: "But remember, it's not Anyone is qualified to sit at the gambling table, chips are the most basic requirement of a gambler, not to mention that guy is the dealer..."

"That's pretty cool, I'm sure that Ron guy would like this...emmm..."

Fred wanted to speak full force, but he couldn't organize the language for a while.

"Okay, if nothing else happens, even if that guy sells blood, he will have 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'm not going to kill him, scare him, let him return the capital, keep him alive, and let him set up a man who will never gamble again. Unbreakable oath..."

"You're more terrifying than killing him outright..." Fred shrugged.

"I'm doing good deeds. I'm helping him quit gambling." Iger grinned: "Of course, I just hate those **** who have the guts to gamble and can't pay back..."

Look at Dumbledore, a promise.

Once you have agreed to exchange one thing for another, you will never go back on your word.

The broom, the magic stone, the castle, and the trace of the phoenix for himself.

Iger doesn't care if other people owe money, I don't want that much money if I dare to lend you.

But if the gambling money is not worth it, Iger thinks it is very tasteless. If you don't have money, you are playing a fart?

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

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

In a few more years, it is estimated that it will be taller than me?

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

If nothing else, this kid has a bad temper with outsiders...

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

Weird enough...

The goods in the magic trick shop are selling hot, and Iger seems to be helping, but since he came, the people around him have either stayed away or flattered, which made Iger feel very boring, so I had to take the two girls back to the tent.

There was a bonfire burning outside the tent, and a roasted whole sheep was sandwiched on the bonfire. You Mengyu looked at the roasted whole sheep in front of him with his chin up, and sprinkled some seasonings on it from time to time.

Iger noticed that there were two small humanoid creatures squatting beside You Mengyu. They looked like middle-aged human beings, with big arms and round waists, with a moustache on his chin, and he was about slap in height. Size, looks ugly and cute...

"Is this the Stove Lord?" Iger stared curiously at the two wise men beside You Mengyu: "Isn't it the appearance of a little old man?"

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

Just as he was talking, one of the kitchen lords ran not far away, picked up a few dry wood and stuffed them under the bonfire, and the other opened his arms to reach the roasted whole sheep, and the huge roasted whole sheep turned up and down with the movements of the kitchen lord.

"Amazing..." Iger laughed.

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

Iger: "..."

I can't see it, the little things are quite shameless...

"Can they talk?" Hermione leaned over and squatted beside the two stove kings.

"Can speak, but can only speak Chinese." You Mengyu nodded: "My own magic power is not strong, not much stronger than Hua Xianzi."

Iger nodded suddenly, as expected, the world is full of wonders...

"Then why did these two come out with you?" Iger looked at You Mengyu curiously~www.wuxiahere.com~ You Mengyu blinked her eyes: "I promise they will find them a new house..."

Iger: "..."

"Well...you guys are back?" The tent curtain was lifted, and a blond Lolita came out with a blood bag in her arms. Emily muttered in a low voice, "How long will it take to start the competition..."

"It's said that we came out for camping ahead of time. It really doesn't matter what the competition is..." Iger grinned.

"It's the same wherever I live..." Emily muttered, "I feel like living in the Forbidden Forest is camping itself..."

"..." Iger always felt that this girl was implying something: "How about I help you buy a suite too?"

"Thanks a lot then." Emily blinked.

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

I'm just being polite to you?