I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 225 Was it intentional or accidental?
The Weasley twins were very happy. After all, Ludo Bagman was a well-known figure. They were truly happy from the bottom of their hearts to receive his recognition.

But the great educator Xiao Qiang once said that the one with a head but no face is a sea cucumber.

Percy watched with his mouth open, seemingly unable to understand why a prominent figure like Mr. Bagman would be interested in such a gadget.

Mr. Weasley lowered his voice and warned George and Fred: "Children, I don't want you to get involved in gambling. This is all your savings. Your mother--"

"Well, don't be a spoilsport, Arthur," said Mr. Bagman gruffly, shaking his pockets and making them jingle. "They're grown up now, they know what they want, parents shouldn't interfere too much with their children's behavior... You think Ireland will win, don't you?" He looked at Fred and George. "But Viktor Krum will catch the Snitch? It's a bold idea, but I have to say it's impossible, boys, it's absolutely impossible... I'm going to give you very high odds... Um, wait a minute, let me do the math. Sorry, I'm getting old and my brain is a little blurry."

Mr. Bagman whipped out his notebook and quill and wrote down the twins' names in a hasty and rapid handwriting. Mr. Weasley looked on helplessly, muttering, "Using all his savings to gamble. Sigh..."

"This is not all of our savings, my dear father." Fred put his arm around his father's shoulders. "This is less than one-tenth of our savings. Don't worry. As for mother... as long as you don't tell her, she won't know."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Molly hit him on the head.

"Do you think I have Alzheimer's disease?" Aunt Molly said with her hands on her hips.

Fred begged for mercy, and Mr. Bagman handed over a piece of parchment. George quickly took it and tucked it carefully into the front of his robes.

"Okay, Arthur, can you do me a favor?" Mr. Bagman turned to Mr. Weasley with a beaming face. "I've been looking for Barty Crouch. The Bulgarian official who is equivalent to me is making things difficult for us, but I can't understand a word he says. Barty will solve this problem, won't he? If I remember correctly, he probably knows more than 150 languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" Percy perked up all of a sudden. His fear of Mr. Bagman's childish behavior was instantly dispelled by the words "Barty Crouch knows over 150 languages". He twisted his body like a maggot, "He knows over 200 languages! Mermaid, turkey, troll..."

Fred showed a disdainful expression, and whispered to Louis beside him: "See, this is Mr. Barty Crouch's loyal fan."

“Everyone can speak the troll language,” George said disapprovingly. “All you have to do is point at the troll and make a purring sound.”

Percy gave them both a vicious look, his expression twisted to the extreme.

Louis interrupted, "Do you know how to say idiot in Troll language?"

Fred and George became interested. They looked at each other and asked in unison, "Oh my God, Louis, you can speak Troll? I think Percy will adore you as much as he admires Mr. Crouch... So, how do you say "idiot" in Troll?"

Louis swallowed several large gulps of air and said gruffly through the force of the hiccups: "Per...cy..."

Now not only the twins, but even Bill and Charlie beside them started laughing. For a moment, the atmosphere between them was filled with joy.

"Hey, you're here, hi Louis." Cedric's voice sounded from behind them. Louis turned around and saw not only Cedric, but also his father Amos Diggory.

Mr. Weasley immediately stopped talking to Mr. Bagman, reached out and shook Mr. Diggory's hand. "Hi, Amos, nice to meet you... Guys, this is my colleague from the Ministry of Magic, Amos Diggory... The handsome guy next to you is Cedric, right?"

"Hello, Uncle Arthur." Cedric stretched out his hand and shook hands with Arthur.

The twins pouted at an angle where no one was noticing, more or less jealous of Cedric's handsomeness.

Mr. Diggory looked left and right, and finally found the person he wanted to see. He parted the crowd and walked up to Harry: "Merlin's beard, you must be Harry Potter!"

"Yes sir," Harry replied a little nervously.

Mr. Diggory reached out his hand, took Harry's hand and shook it vigorously. "It's a pleasure, it's a pleasure..."

"It's my pleasure too, sir." Harry was obviously a little unaccustomed to Mr. Diggory's enthusiasm and responded somewhat awkwardly.

Mr. Diggory patted Harry on the shoulder, exchanged a few words with everyone, then turned around and left with Cedric.

As the two of them left, another familiar voice sounded: "What a coincidence, you are here."

Everyone turned around and saw Dumbledore. He was wearing an old-fashioned robe, the same one that Furry wore in Fantastic Beasts 2, with big gloves on his hands, looking quite retro. Grindelwald was following him... Grindelwald's outfit was much more abstract. He was wearing a leather robe with a stand-up collar, and the hair on his head stood up straight to the sky, as if he had escaped the constraints of gravity. Grindelwald's beard was obviously carefully trimmed, and the two mustaches were very unruly above his upper lip, quite like Maori Kogoro in the Elementary School Student of the God of Death.

Each of them was holding an ice cream cone in their hands and eating it happily.

"Why are you two here?" Louis asked in surprise. Logically, Dumbledore shouldn't be here at this time, right? Otherwise, how could the Death Eaters cause trouble?

"Gellert said he wanted to watch the Quidditch World Cup, so I came." Dumbledore shrugged, and then his beard was pulled by Emma.

The familiar voice of the little devil sounded in Dumbledore's ears: "Principal Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore tilted his head and saw the familiar face. He was so surprised that he lost his grip on the ice cream in his hand and it fell to the ground with a plop.

"Emma?" he asked in a trembling voice, his tone full of disbelief.

It was indeed unbelievable. After all, the person who had been confirmed to be brought suddenly appeared in front of him, which would surprise anyone. Then, he immediately turned to Louis: "Louis, you...you will recover..."

Grindelwald's eyes also became sharp, glancing at Louis, and finally fixed on Emma.

"She ran here on her own. It's none of my business..." Louis quickly shook his head to deny it. Are you kidding? If Dumbledore thought he had the ability to resurrect people, what would he do if he asked him to resurrect Ariana?
He couldn't do this for the time being... The two old men's eyes flickered. Grindelwald took two steps forward and said with a smile, "We meet again, Emma."

"Who are you?" Emma looked Grindelwald up and down, obviously not recognizing this disguised Grindelwald.

The last time I saw him in Nurmengard, he was a lifeless, hunchbacked old man. Now he has returned to his former vigorous and energetic appearance and even deliberately changed his image. It was a strange thing that Emma could recognize him.

"That's not what you asked when you were arguing about me and Dumbledore in school," Grindelwald said with a smile.

"Ah!" Emma suddenly realized: "You are Grindelwald who was beaten up by Headmaster Dumbledore and thrown into prison..."

Grindelwald's face darkened. What do you mean he was beaten up by Dumbledore? No, that's impossible...

But he obviously would not argue with Emma about this matter. Instead, he gently patted his robe and asked curiously, "I'm actually quite curious. When you were writing the fan fiction about me and Headmaster Dumbledore, you also added that kind of plot that is not suitable for children. What was your mental journey?"

"Ah, I just removed most of the scenes that can't be listened to by minors and only kept a few scenes." Emma answered truthfully.

Grindelwald frowned and asked, "Was it intentional or accidental?"

"I did it on purpose." Emma answered proudly, puffing out her chest and raising her head.

Grindelwald frowned and began to grit his teeth as he looked at Emma.

Seeing Grindelwald staring at her unfriendlyly, Emma stuck out her tongue, turned around and slipped away.

"Actually, I have a collection of the original record of "Exploring Hogwarts". Would you like to collect one?" Louis took out a copied record from his personal space and handed it to Grindelwald. Grindelwald took it with both hands and began to stare at the record in a daze.

This kind of artistic behavior is really a bit too early for him.

However, he still accepted this special gift, and carefully turned it into a button with his hands, and put it in the breast pocket of his leather jacket.

"I'm curious, Louis, how did your mother... um, suddenly appear?" Dumbledore asked curiously as he looked at Emma who was teaching Hermione to play catwalk seriously.

"I don't know either." Louis spread his hands: "When we were camping here, a light door suddenly appeared on the wall. After it opened, my mother came out from it..."

"I heard that some kind of magic spell was used. That...oh, Nicolas Flamel, your good friend gave it to you. It is said that you can trace your bloodline and follow the guidance to come to your descendants. It sounds like a time magic. My mother also came here from more than ten years ago."

"Ah...ha..." Dumbledore nodded, agreeing with Louis's statement. Nicolas Flamel had so many small spells, it was not surprising to give people a few spells to save their lives at critical moments.

He still looked at Emma in a trance, and after a while, he suddenly said to Lewis: “Do you feel awkward?”

"Uncomfortable?" Louis stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, asking in confusion: "What's awkward? Principal, can you stop playing Riddler?"

I hate the Riddler the most!

"I mean, do you think your mother's current behavior is abnormal?" Dumbledore stroked his long beard, smacked his lips and continued, "Think about it, think about it carefully."

Louis turned his head and looked at his childlike mother, but still didn't find anything wrong - no, there was indeed something wrong, but he couldn't tell where.

"It seems something is wrong." Louis retracted his gaze and nodded, "But I can't tell where... Principal, you are old and your eyes are blurry... The older you are, the more you become. Can you see it?"

Dumbledore glanced at him, his eyes behind his half-moon glasses twinkling, as if he saw through Louis's attempt to call him old and blind. But he didn't care, and said slowly: "It stands to reason that an adult in his twenties can't get along with a little girl, and... you see, she's so childish. If I remember correctly, this should be a game that the children of Ceres like to play..."

"You mean my mother is childish? But didn't you say that she was quirky when she was in school?" Louis raised his eyebrows. He also realized that something was wrong.

"It's not childish, but strangely childish... You have to understand that being eccentric and childish are two different things." Dumbledore sighed, "I think she must have been affected by some magic."

"The principal has a keen eye, amazing!" Louis gave a thumbs up. "She herself said before that when she was performing the ritual, the spell was incomplete, so it was only halfway done. According to my friend's unreliable estimate, she should have lost half of her soul. Principal, do you think it's because of this..."

"It's very likely." Grindelwald said at the side. He added: "Not a possibility, but a certainty. Don't look at me like that. I study black magic, so I should have some understanding of the situation of the soul."

Well, he couldn't say that he understood it all, but at least among all the human wizards in the world, no one understood the study of the soul more thoroughly than he did.

Louis wanted to say something else, but Mr. Weasley's voice called out, "Ah, it's nice to meet you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Mr. Weasley came over, with Ludo Bagman at his side. They were both very happy to see Dumbledore, and Dumbledore was also very happy, holding out his hand to greet them. "Hello, Arthur, Ludo, it's nice to see you."

Then he pointed at the wasp on Bagman's chest and said, "This wasp on your chest is very nice. I like it very much."

"You like the Hornets, too?" Ludo Bagman asked, interested.

But Dumbledore shook his head and denied it: "No, it's not that I like the Wasps, but I like wasps more... You know, I like sweets very much."

(End of this chapter)