I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 312: Rare Goods Bagman

Louis knew that Mr. Bagman had actually bet heavily on him winning the championship. Even though Catherine was leading by a huge margin in the score, far ahead of the other contestants, Mr. Bagman's gambling mentality still drove him to bet heavily on Harry.

Mr. Bagman's behavior is somewhat similar to that of Lu Buwei. He trained Harry as Zichu because he thought he was a rare talent.

But then again, Harry is indeed a dark horse, a dark horse in every sense of the word. After all, he is the Son of the Planes, and he is blessed with good fortune. The whole world is named after him.

Well... this year's world should be called "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire".

"Not bad." Harry answered with a relaxed look. He now realized that he was too nervous and was not nervous anymore.

Mr. Bagman said nothing, but patted Harry's shoulder firmly.

But Louis was actually wrong. When it came to winning the championship, Mr. Bagman actually bet on Catherine. As for the reason why he was so enthusiastic about Harry... maybe it was because they admired each other?

They walked into the Quidditch pitch, which was completely unrecognizable. A twenty-foot-high hedge surrounded the edge of the field. In front of them was a gap, which was the entrance to the huge maze. The passage inside was dark and a little scary.

Hedge maze (factory new).

Five minutes later, the stands began to fill up. Thousands of students filed into their seats, the air was filled with excited chatter and the sound of footsteps, and the sky was now a clear deep blue with tiny dots of stars beginning to appear.

The students' discussions were nothing more than who could score a few points today or who could get a few points. Before the game started, they had no idea what the players would face.

"It must be a competition to see who can get out of the maze first!" Seamus Finnigan said loudly, adding: "Thank goodness Louis didn't participate in the competition, otherwise he would definitely not be able to get out. I know he has a poor sense of direction."

"Aren't you afraid that Louis will retaliate against you when you say that?" Neville asked worriedly.

Simo was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to look into the distance, looking for Louis, and then saw Louis in the distance where the warriors and their families were.

"Oh no, Louis can't hear you again. He's over there." Simo was relieved and a smiling expression returned to his face.

Then he heard a familiar voice coming from beside him.

"Thank goodness Louis didn't participate in the race, otherwise he would not have been able to get out. I know he has a poor sense of direction."

He turned around suddenly and saw Draco holding a strange little square thing and smiling at him. The strange thing was repeating what he had just said.

Seamus looked ashen and sank down on his seat.

"Are you still so confident?" Draco asked in a very arrogant manner.

Simo shook his head quickly. Louis was too vindictive. He was really afraid of being trained by the devil.

"This is just a small lesson for you," Draco snorted, shook his head and said, "Next time when you speak ill of others, it's best to pay attention to who is around you."

Seamus wanted to retort, but after thinking it over he decided not to. If he angered Draco, he might actually hand the recording over to Louis.

"I'll delete the recording. This is just a lesson for you." Draco said, deleting the recording. "I don't want to be surrounded by reckless people in the future. Be more careful, Seamus."

"Thank you, Malfoy." Seamus patted his chest with lingering fear. Since Draco said to delete it, he would definitely not keep it. Pure-blood families still attach great importance to what they say.

"It was the harmonious society that saved you." Draco rolled his eyes, sat aside and started fiddling with the Walkman.

The Gryffindor students were also whispering, wondering why Draco let Seamus go so easily today.

In the distance, Hagrid, Professor Emma, ​​Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick entered the playing field, approaching Bagman and the champions. They all had big, shining red stars on their hats, except for Hagrid, whose star looked so out of place on the back of his terry vest.

"We will patrol outside the maze," Professor McGonagall said to the warriors, "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, just shoot red sparks into the sky and someone will come to help you. Do you understand?"

The warriors nodded in unison.

"Okay, let's go!" Bagman said happily to the four patrol members.

"Good luck, Harry," whispered Hagrid, and Aunt Molly whispered a blessing to Harry, and Bill gave him an encouraging hug.

Louis touched Catherine's hair and kissed her on the forehead. Infected by the atmosphere, Solanlian also waved her fist towards Catherine to show her encouragement.

As the seven men walked off in different directions around the maze, Bagman pointed his wand to his throat and said "loud," and his magically amplified voice echoed off the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final event of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! Let me tell you the current score! Miss Catherine Worley, 100 points! Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

When it was quiet, the applause and cheers scared the birds in the Forbidden Forest into the darkening night sky. When the noises died down, Mr. Bagman continued to announce: "Mr. Harry Potter, 90 points, second place, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

There was another round of warm applause, and then he continued to shout: "Mr. Cedric Diggory - 87 points, third place, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"It seems that Hogwarts has taken the top three places. There are so many talented people there." Mr. Bagman whispered, and then he continued to shout: "Marilyn Chabanol - 84 points, fourth place, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!"

"Vassily Petrenko! 82 points! Fifth place! Durmstrang School of Wizardry!" Mr. Bagman continued shouting.

After the voice fell, Vasily waved his hands and smiled enthusiastically, and his family also cheered for him enthusiastically. "Viktor Krum! 81 points! Sixth place! Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Mr. Bagman's voice was extremely loud and clear, and he was worthy of being a gold medal commentator - but he was not as funny and humorous as the brothers Ron and Lee Jordan.

Viktor's expression was a little gloomy, but he still waved his hands at the crowd cheering for him, but his attitude seemed a little perfunctory. But to be honest, he had always been at the center of the world, but suddenly became the second to last, which was indeed a little hard for people to accept.

"Fleur Delacour! Seventh place! Beauxbatons Academy!" Mr. Bagman was more considerate of Fleur's feelings and did not call out her score.

High emotional intelligence. It seems all these years of commentary have not been in vain.

"The third event is also very simple," Mr. Bagman continued. "It seems that everyone is curious about what this event is, so I will tell you about it - oh, of course I have to explain it to you, after all, our warriors also need to know what this event is, otherwise how can we play the game?"

He told a joke that was neither too big nor too small, which caused a burst of laughter.

"Okay, this time the main task is to find the Goblet of Fire in this maze. This is when the usefulness of the Goblet of Fire becomes apparent. The warrior who finds the Goblet of Fire and brings it back will win. You understand correctly. Yes, this time it is a battle between warriors. Warriors can use all means to seize the Goblet of Fire!"

The field fell into silence, and then there was a thunderous uproar. They guessed the ending correctly, but not the process. But this is also quite entertaining, isn't it? The battle, just thinking about it is very exciting.

"Of course, we also have to thank His Royal Highness Louis Mountbatten for his support. He provided the latest magical technology, which allows us to clearly see the first-person perspective of each player!" Mr. Ludo Bagman shouted loudly, "We also need our players to cooperate and stick this little tentacle on their foreheads."

This is the technology of the Mantis, combining the modern technology of this world and magic. It is like a mobile camera, but it does not require power. Instead, it uses Kypa amber, a little bit of Kypa amber.

The almighty Kaipa Amber, not only raised the Mantis, but now can also research technology - this is all thanks to the technical geek swarm guard Hisek. The compound eye vision is his ability, which he also replicated on this tiny tentacle.

The warriors followed Bagman's instructions and pressed the tentacle with a cute little compound eye on their heads. Then, the tentacle stood up as if alive, and the compound eye turned around and started to share the players' respective images.

Then, huge virtual screens with multiple angles appeared directly above the field, and each screen displayed the perspectives of several players.

"Now we can all see the compound eye vision," Mr. Bagman shouted excitedly. "Science and technology are developing, and wizards are making progress. I think this thing can be applied to the Quidditch field, so that everyone can clearly see the perspective of each player."

"In fact, it can also transmit signals. Even at home, you can watch our Quidditch games." Louis said leisurely beside him. With the help of Mr. Bagman's loud voice, his voice could be transmitted to everyone's ears. "This is the latest magical technology developed by the Hogwarts Research Laboratory. It can use insect swarm sound waves to transmit game signals and convert them into sound and pictures. Of course, the price of this new magical technology product is not expensive. You only need three gold Galleons to buy the corresponding equipment, and you only need to pay a service fee of one gold Galleon every month to enjoy technology like Muggle TV."

The buzz of the crowd grew even louder, as everyone discussed this new thing noisily.

People all like new things, especially good things that are closely related to themselves. No one will refuse such good things that make life convenient, even those conservative wizards - after all, as Louis said, there is also a little bit of magic in it.

As for how much magic is contained in it, that depends on one's own opinion.

But it still has some content, doesn't it? At least the pork cubes are not said to contain beef.

First there was 09 and then there was day. How does the second sentence come about?
Mr. Bagman glanced at Louis and said with a smile, "I'll give you a little advertisement here. If you need anything, you can go to the house elves at Hogwarts to order it, or you can order it on Ele.me. We welcome everyone to come and buy it at any time."

Look at those adult wizards, they are already eager to try it out, not to mention the students. They have all decided in their hearts that after the competition, they will send owl letters to their families, describing the benefits of this new product in detail and with exaggeration.

Anything produced by Louis must be a masterpiece, and has actually been imprinted in the hearts of wizards in the wizarding world.

"Well, dear students and spectators," Mr. Bagman stopped everyone from talking. "I think we should focus on the game now. Our warriors can't wait to start."

"Now, please ask the family members to return to the VIP seats," said Mr. Bagman, extending his hand to everyone in a gesture of invitation.

The family members left the warriors one after another, and Louis dragged Solanlian back to their seats. Sitting on the left were Emma and a group of Hogwarts professors. When they saw Solanlian coming, they immediately pulled her over.

"What were you doing this morning? I've been waiting for you." Solanlian pushed Emma with her arm with some resentment.

Emma smiled and said, "Zi Yan and I went home last night. There were some things that needed to be dealt with there."

As she said that, Emma looked at Lewis: “Little bastard, your grandfather asked you to go back during the summer vacation, he misses you very much.”

"Is it true?" Louis's expression was full of disbelief: "I believe my grandfather would think of me, but I absolutely don't believe he can admit this..."

"You are such a heartless little thing. Your grandfather loves you in vain." Emma sighed, "That's what old people are like. Old children, young children. Do you still want to argue with him?"

"I'm a child too." Louis chuckled.

"There's a kid as tall as you?" Solanlian rolled her eyes at him. "Look inside the field, the game seems to be about to start."

"Now, our warriors, please stand up," Mr. Bagman shouted. "The game is about to begin--"

"Now... all contestants, get ready and listen to my whistle!" Bagman raised his right hand and said loudly.

With a short whistle, the contestants rushed into the maze.

The tall hedges cast dark shadows on the path. Perhaps it was because the hedges were so tall and dense, or because of the magic, but as soon as they entered the maze, the audience's voices could no longer be heard. It seemed that the magic had completely isolated them from the outside world.

What was very strange was that the seven contestants could not see each other the moment they entered the maze, but the onlookers knew that under the effect of some magic, they each arrived at a different starting point.

(End of this chapter)