My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 441, Section 438: The Man's Skirt

"Fried and I have some spare cash on hand lately, so we're planning to go big."

George held the soda in his hand as if he were holding a wine glass full of red wine.

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

"Are you planning to rob Gringotts?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Both Fried and George were taken aback by Lynn's words.

They sprayed the cola they were drinking onto the cashmere carpet inside the tent, their faces flushed as they spoke.

"What?! Unless we're suicidal."

"Actually, Gringotts isn't that hard to rob; its so-called heavy security is just a facade."

"George and I are still full of hope for the future and have no intention of becoming fugitives so soon." Fried was unusually serious.

"We actually just want to participate in the betting on this finals, but we haven't figured out how to bet yet."

Britain has a very open culture, especially when it comes to betting on sports. Moreover, in the wizarding world, the betting odds are even set up by the Ministry of Magic itself, and there are no restrictions on whether the wizards participating are adults or not.

In the past, when they had no money, they were fearless and could recklessly gamble their entire fortune on their judgment. But now that they have enough funds, they inevitably become more restrained.

"What are your thoughts now?" Lynn asked.

Fried stated confidently, "We feel Ireland will win!"

George continued, "But Bulgaria's Seeker, Viktor Krum, is very strong."

Lynn pondered for a moment, as if he were considering which team was better, but in reality he was recalling the final result of the match in the original story.

"If you trust me, bet on Ireland to win, but Bulgaria will catch the Golden Snitch and end the game."

George and Fried exchanged an excited glance.

"You and we are on the same page. We discussed it for a long time and also thought this would be the final result, but neither of us had made up our minds to invest all our money in it."

Lynn waved his hand.

"Go all in, I'll put in another 500 Galleons. You guys help me bet like this. Anyway, the Ministry of Magic is the bookmaker, so I'm not afraid they'll renege on their bet."

If George and Fried hadn't spoken up, Lynn wouldn't have been so sure if his memory was accurate.

But he remembered very clearly that in the original story, the twins made the right bet, so it was a sure-fire way to win.

Even if Lynn is not short of money, she might as well take the money that is free. She will treat it as pocket money for Xiaomai for the next two years.

With Lynn's assurance, the Weasley brothers were immediately filled with confidence.

They've known Lynn since they met him, and they've never seen him do any unprofitable business.

Lynn tossed them a money bag containing 500 Galleons, and George and Fried happily took the money, added it to their own, and went to place their bets.

Lynn did not stay in the tent any longer at this point.

He came out and tapped Xiaomai's forehead, who had already started secretly dyeing a corner of the tent green with her wand. He warned her that if she came back at night and found that their tent had really turned green, he would dye her hair green too!

Umaru was not ashamed at all when she heard this, but was overjoyed. She said that she had wanted to do this for a long time, and even begged Lynn to draw a clover pattern on her face (the fan symbol of the Irish Quidditch national team).

Lynn immediately threatened to dye her entire body green, a color she could never revert to, before she finally gave up and, pouting, ran off to find Hermione, who was helping to start a fire.

After getting rid of Umaru's entanglement, Lynn told Hermione that he was going out for a walk and would be back, and then left the camp.

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

Lynn even spotted a purple demonic flame that wasn't a normal flame next to a wizard's tent, and Ministry of Magic agents who rushed over were communicating with the Brazilian wizards in broken Portuguese.

A small queue had formed by a water tap in a corner of the campsite. Two men in the queue were arguing heatedly about something. One of them was quite old and was wearing a long women's printed nightgown.

Another wizard, who was clearly working in the ministry, was holding up a pair of pinstripe trousers and looked so angry he was about to cry.

"Please, Archie, put it on. You can't walk around in clothes like this; that Muggle at the front door is already getting suspicious—"

"I bought these trousers at a Muggle shop," the old wizard insisted. "Muggles wear them too."

"Only Muggle women wear that, Archie. Men don't wear it. Men wear this," said the wizard who worked in the ministry, waving the pinstripe trousers.

"I'm not wearing it!" old Archie said angrily. "I'd rather have a healthy breeze blowing on my backside, thank you."

Lynn laughed so hard she almost fell over.

This elderly wizard clearly hadn't taken a Muggle studies class. Older European wizards still retained these outdated impressions, believing that Muggles, whether men or women, all wore skirts.

He bypassed the line of people waiting to fetch water and soon arrived at a secluded corner.

This is already the very edge of this wizard camp, and hardly anyone comes here anymore.

Lynn didn't wait long before a tall, hurried figure emerged from the distant woods.

That was a familiar face.

His face was aged but still strong, his short gray hair was neatly combed, and the long trench coat he wore in almost every season was very eye-catching.

The person who arrived was none other than Adrian Fox, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, whom Lynn had not seen for three years.

Lynn greeted him with a smile, but just as he was about to give the professor, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, a hug, he noticed that Professor Fox's expression was a little off.

He frowned deeply and looked very anxious.

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

Lynn's face also darkened; he could tell that Professor Fox wasn't joking with him.

"What happened, Professor?"

"Something went wrong, or there were some unexpected problems," Fox said hurriedly. "But I should be able to handle it. However, I'm pressed for time, so I can't go to the World Championship with you. If everything goes smoothly, I can come back safely after the tournament."

He suddenly shoved a black briefcase into Lynn's hand.

"Take this. If I still haven't contacted you by the night the game ends, open it!"

(End of this chapter)