A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 564 Protecting the Veela Starts with Me

Apart from the Hogwarts teachers, everyone else in their private room was one of their own.

However, in the next half hour, it was bustling with people like a vegetable market.

Many wizards came from far and wide, wanting to see for themselves the Starks and Granger who had saved Paris and Venice.

Italy and France have the most sorcerers.

Slughorn made several visits, constantly introducing him to his network of contacts.

Since the last attack, he has become more cautious, no longer staying at the camp or throwing parties.

If anyone was the most disappointed, it would definitely be Professor Trelawney.

The sherry we got last time is almost all gone. If you don't throw a party, how am I supposed to sneak in and get some for free?

The atmosphere reached its peak when Ludo appeared with a group of Gringotts old goblins.

The private room was packed with onlookers.

Even the Minister of Magic, Fudge, had nowhere to stand and struggled to look up.

William and the Gringotts goblins engaged in a final round of betting.

You can bet on anything during the World Cup... like who scores the first goal, the match duration, and the final score.

Anything uncertain can be gambled on, and the odds vary.

William bet on ten items.

For example, he beat Ireland's Troy to score his first goal.

The odds offered by the fairies are not high because Troy is very strong.

Among all sports betting options, the one with the highest odds is the match duration.

Because in the last final, Scotland and Canada battled for five days and five nights.

The ball seekers were exhausted and dozed off on their brooms.

Ireland and Bulgaria... one has stronger teamwork, the other has a unique seeker.

The two sides are evenly matched with no significant difference in strength, and everyone thinks this competition will last a long time.

Among the crowd was a witch named Agatha Tims the Younger, who even bet her eel farm that the contest would last a week.

That's bad, this young lady might be homeless tonight.

William was willing to take in witches under the age of twenty who had lost money gambling on soccer and were in dire need of psychological counseling.

Of course, that's just wishful thinking, if he doesn't want to be thrown off the roof.

William placed bets on ten items in this betting event, including a staggering million Galleons.

Nobody knows where he got so much money.

After all, William had both wins and losses during this period, but overall, his winnings did not exceed 200,000 Galleons.

Where did the remaining Galon come from?

Of course, it was when he deliberately lost that Hermione and Anne used Compound Herbal Potion to reverse the situation.

The more you bet, the more you earn.

If he wins all his winnings this time, he will rake in six million Galleons. If he loses all his winnings, the million Galleons will naturally become a pipe dream, just like making a beautiful splash.

Only Gringotts would dare to be the bookmaker and afford to run a betting operation of this scale.

Like Ludo, who was also a dealer, but William seriously suspected he was broke... trying to get something for nothing.

You can't gamble with this kind of person; even if you win, you'll never get your money back.

To ensure its legality, Spud Mocrech, the head of the Ministry of Magic's Fairy Liaison Office, was also present to witness the event.

This can effectively prevent one party from running away.

This high-stakes gamble also alarmed many people, especially Malfoy, who had just been discharged from the hospital. He stood by, jumping up and down, itching to try his luck.

Although he swore he would never gamble on football again, the chance to get rich quick was right in front of him!

He was tempted again.

Malfoy made five wrong bets and lost 300,000 Galleons. Surely his luck will turn around eventually?

But the question is, which one should we bet on?

The revival of the family—it's all about taking this gamble!

Malfoy had no choice but to be cautious.

Narcissa looked at her somewhat delirious husband with concern.

Despite their wealth, they aren't as rich as the outside world claims. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to Azkaban hoping to seize Black's fortune.

Malfoy paid a hefty price to escape trial and avoid entering Azkaban. But being disliked by Dumbledore made things difficult, requiring money to pave the way.

Therefore, making money hasn't been as easy as it used to be in the last decade or so. Especially after Voldemort's downfall, many of his businesses were seized by the Ministry of Magic.

Malfoy spent a lot of money to become a school board member, hoping to expand his influence, but Dumbledore ruthlessly kicked him out.

All their investment was lost.

Over the years, Fudge has been exploiting us in various ways. Today he donates a building, tomorrow he donates some money for poverty alleviation... and the day after tomorrow he holds us accountable for what happened to Blake!

In addition, they have high personal expenses and like to put on a show. They just lost 300,000 yuan recently... Even if they are rich, they can't squander their money like this.

Look at how many pure-blood families have squandered their fortunes. Take the Weasleys, for example... how poor are they now?

But while Narcissa was feeling down, Malfoy had already decided to place his bet.

He decided to follow Trelawney's lead and bet on Bulgaria to win.

We're all British, and I understand the desire for Ireland to win. But we can't let patriotism hold us hostage.

Trelawney is forever a goddess!

After William finished placing his bet, Fudge squeezed over and greeted him like an old friend, warmly shaking his hand and asking him how he was doing.

"William Stark, Hermione Granger...you know him."

Fudge spoke loudly to the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

The man was wearing a magnificent black velvet robe with gold trim, and he seemed unable to understand a word of English.

"William, we just destroyed...cough cough, saved Venice, you know that? Venice!"

The Bulgarian minister looked at Fouché with a bewildered expression.

He had a tuft of red hair and a sexy white beard.

He also has a fit body and a confident look, making him look like the "Bulgarian Demon King".

The Bulgarian minister suddenly understood what Fauci meant.

He touched Fudge's hand, danced around excitedly, and started singing loudly in a garbled voice.

William didn't speak Bulgarian, but he managed to make out the pronunciation by listening to the sounds.

"Little sister~ meow, fakelle~ meow~ Billy's mom nyah nyah nyah~"

That's the gist of the translation; William didn't know the exact Bulgarian meaning.

Anyway, he sensed a philosophical undertone.

The flavor is so strong!

Well, that certainly fits his entire impression of Bulgarians.

Fudge, looking utterly dejected, wearily said to William:

"I'm not very good with languages, so when it comes to these kinds of things, I need Barty Crouch. Ah, I don't see him anywhere."

Trinity whispered in William's ear, translating. He was saying that he admired William for burning down the Albanian forests.

Wait a minute... Minister Demon King, I didn't burn down the forests of Albania.

"Ah, you speak Bulgarian? That's great! And this gentleman is...?"

Fudge looked at Trinity with a burning gaze.

"My personal translator," William said with a smile.

"Could you translate for me?" Minister Fudge adjusted his hair. "Crouch isn't here; I need a private translator."

Trinity turned her head and started talking to Hermione, ignoring Fudge.

She was afraid that she might lose control and gouge out Fudge's eyes to use as bubbles.

She dared to kill even Martell, let alone the Minister of Magic of England.

Teresa's attitude made Fudge a little embarrassed.

"Haha, my friend isn't very bright; he ate dragon when he was a kid," William said, trying to smooth things over.

Just then, a commotion arose in the distance. Everyone turned their heads.

It turns out to be an annual classic re-enactment... Malfoy vs. Weasley.

However, with so many people present, including various famous wizards, it would be too much for them to lose face.

So, it was Draco and Ron who were fighting.

Draco was clearly making sarcastic remarks about Ron.

However, Ron has gained weight recently, giving him an advantage in terms of physique.

Harry, with his neck stiffened and seeing that everyone was watching them, loudly tried to break up the fight.

However, taking sides, he secretly kicked Draco in the butt.

Draco's attention was entirely on Harry; he spread his legs and clamped Harry's legs tightly between them.

The three of them were entangled together, tearing at each other's clothes.

Accompanied by the Bulgarian minister's bizarre dance, the scene was quite philosophical.

The farce ended quickly.

Minister Fouché and his group returned to their private room, and the area quieted down.

As the commentator, Ludo's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire stadium.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience erupted in cheers and applause. Thousands of flags waved simultaneously, accompanied by a jumbled mess of the national anthem.

On the blackboard opposite them, the last line, GG (Akali's Mystery Shop—not all shops are called Akali!), has been erased, and what is now displayed is:

Bulgaria: 0

Ireland: 0.

Soon, the entire audience erupted in cheers because Miss Veela had taken the stage.

As a Veela model runway team, their appearance immediately drew cheers from the audience.

One hundred Veela were already gliding onto the arena, their skin glowing with a soft, moon-like light, their hair flowing behind them even without wind.

However, the entire private room was very quiet. Roy and Iris, who had been with Nico, were quite experienced and knowledgeable.

Having already used the potion, they felt no excitement, and were even somewhat bored.

Ugh, Veela again. Nothing new. I'm tired of it.

William merely glanced at it casually; the magic had absolutely no effect on him.

To be honest, William always felt that his safety net was missing a Veela.

He has face blindness and can't tell whether Veela are pretty or not, but he simply loves magical creatures.

William is as simple-minded as Newt.

Protect the Veela... starting with me!

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(Please vote for me, everyone.)

(End of this chapter)