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The auditorium was bustling with activity early in the morning due to the matches.

A crowd had gathered around Lee Jordan’s long table in Gryffindor.

"Last hour! Attention all those who haven't placed their bets yet, this is the last hour!"

Lee Jordan shouted loudly, holding a table with wizard battles and odds in his hand, which he showed to the young wizards around him.

Beside him, the Weasley twins were also helping out. Young wizards kept running over to place bets, George was in charge of registering them, and Fred was in charge of collecting the money. They were extremely busy.

Most of these young wizards came from Hogwarts, but occasionally wizards from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang would curiously come up to them.

A wizard from Beauxbatons stared wide-eyed at the odds table.

"Did you write it backwards? Why is our Estella Dumont's odds of winning so high, 1 to 10... while that younger Harry Potter only has 6.7 to 1? Are you rigging this?!"

Upon hearing his words, several Durmstrang wizards immediately gathered around to see what was going on.

Then they discovered that not only Estella, but also Durmstrang's Krum and Polyakov had low odds.

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Krum's odds of winning the championship are 8 to 1.

Polyakov fared even worse, with odds of 1 to 20, which was practically an open declaration that he was a complete waste.

You could say Hermione and Fleur's odds are a bit low, given their performances in the first two matches, but that's understandable.

Now even Harry Potter, a fourth-year student, has higher odds than them. Are they looking down on us?

Don't you know that Durmstrang is known for its dark magic?

The wizards of Durmstrang stepped forward to protest.

Lee Jordan waved his hand impatiently, "These odds are definitely correct. We had experts calculate them ourselves... Anyway, are you going to place a bet or not?"

Ah this...

When it came to betting, the Durmstrang wizards exchanged bewildered glances.

It's fine if they give their verbal support, let them bet on Krum and Polyakov to win the championship...

This is simply throwing good money after bad.

They've already played two matches, and it's not like they haven't made a fool of themselves before.

So they looked at each other, but none of them stepped forward.

Just then, the surrounding young wizards suddenly made way for a silver-haired little witch wearing a Beauxbatons school uniform and walked up to the twins.

It was Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur's sister.

Although she is young, she has already begun to show the demeanor of a mixed-race Veela.

With Ginny, Luna, and Astoria by her side, the four beautiful girls standing together immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"I want to place a bet!"

She said sweetly, forcefully slamming a bag of Galleons in front of George, "Thirty Galleons to buy Estella, as my support for her."

“Gabrielle, are you crazy?” Ginny exclaimed beside her. “That’s your allowance for a year! Do you really think she can win?”

Luna and Astoria both looked at her with strange expressions, wondering what had gotten into her.

But Gabrielle said, "I'm not betting on her to win. I'm not that stupid. I'd rather bet on my sister."

"Then what are you doing?" Ginny asked, puzzled.

Gabrielle winked mischievously at them, "I can bet on a single match! Estella versus Potter, and the odds for Estella are 1 to 2! That's way too high! Anyway, I don't believe she'll lose to Harry, so I'll just bet more and make them lose everything!"

The Durmstrang wizards suddenly understood.

"That's right, I can bet on a single game!"

"Let me see, Polyakov's odds against Harry are 3.2, that's too high, I'm going to bet!"

"Count me in! Let's make them go bankrupt!"

Meanwhile, someone in Beauxbatons chimed in: "Buy me 5 Galleons too! I bet Dumont can beat Harry!"

"And me too, double the initial investment, why not take the money!"

“But…” a young wizard from Beauxbatons hesitated, “What if Senior Dumont loses? I’ll be eating dirt…”

Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "What are you afraid of? Don't you believe in Dumont's strength? She might not be able to beat Granger, but she can beat Harry, right? Are you going to let these people from Hogwarts look down on us, Beauxbatons!"

Her words unconsciously invoked the power of the Veela, infecting not only Beauxbatons but also Durmstrang's wizards.

"That's right, how could Senior Dumon lose!"

"We can't let them look down on Beauxbatons!"

"The same goes for Durmstrang!"

"Make Hogwarts pay so badly they won't even have their pants left!"

In just a few minutes, George and Fred received many bets from young wizards from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and even many young wizards from Hogwarts crowded around, most of them Slytherins, who had absolutely no faith in Harry Potter.

They invested a considerable amount; it seems they've used up all their savings.

On the surface, they were all speaking out for Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

In reality, what they were really interested in was the high odds of 1 to 2 or 1 to 3.

They boasted that they had discovered the bookmakers' manipulation of Hogwarts to elevate the status of the other two schools and looked down on them, so they naturally wanted to exploit this loophole.

Gabrielle, surrounded by her three friends, swaggered away from the scene.

Just as the three were about to leave the auditorium, they were blocked by Levin in the foyer.

He had just witnessed the entire scene from the Ravenclaw table and immediately noticed something fishy.

“You guys…” Levin looked at the four girls and couldn’t help but shake his head.

Then he looked at the silver-haired loli: "Gabrielle, you're actually their shill, aren't you?"

"Hehehe, how did you figure that out?" Gabrielle stuck out her tongue and immediately admitted it.

"Of course! At Sirius's invitation, I've been taking Harry on my private tutoring sessions for the past two weeks, in addition to Hermione and your sister. Do you think I don't know his skill level?"

Levin shook his head, with an expression that said, "Everything is under control."

"Besides, who do you think they borrowed the initial capital from? Who do you think designed these odds?"

Good grief, we've run into the big boss behind the scenes!

"Wow, I thought Gabrielle was clever enough to earn some pocket money by doing this, but it turns out the real expert is here." Astoria looked at Levin with admiration in her eyes.

Born into a pure-blooded family, she is kind-hearted by nature, but she also greatly admires this way of making money.

She doesn't care about small-scale operations; manipulating the market and reaping profits is her true goal.

Levin smiled; this was all basic stuff for him.

But he was still puzzled: "I dared to design these odds because I understand their strength. How dare you cheat people like this? Aren't you afraid of losing everything?"

He thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Someone must have leaked the fact that I'm training Harry."

"Who leaked the information? Was it you?" He looked at Ginny.

"Still you?" He looked at Luna again.

After a moment's hesitation, Luna raised her hand and said, "It's me."

“I knew it was you.” Levin curled his lip. “You’re so bold. Ginny would never do something like this.”

Levin's words were full of affection, with no intention of pursuing the matter further.

Despite being much more lively than Luna on the surface, Ginny is no match for Luna when it comes to being daring enough to cause trouble.

But even now, there's still one question he wants to figure out.

Levin then turned to Gabrielle and asked, "You risked being their shill, how much did they pay you?"

“They actually wanted to give me money, but I didn’t take it,” Gabrielle said immediately.

"??"

Are you just going to help them for nothing?

Is he really that noble and virtuous?

Before Levin could ask, Gabrielle added, "Of course I wouldn't take such a paltry sum; we want a commission!"

Good guy,

Levin almost spat out his water.

Are you using such advanced technology? You even know about taking a cut?!

Gabrielle revealed a smug expression and said to Levin, "These thirty Galleons were actually pooled together by the four of us. I've already discussed it with them, and they'll return these thirty Galleons to us through Ginny later."

“I was in charge of making the contact,” Ginny added quietly.

Ginny is the twin's younger sister, so she's the perfect person to make the contact.

“When we were discussing this, I suggested that they should share the profits with us,” Astoria continued.

“Because we’re the ones providing the insider information, we get 70% of the profits,” Luna said in a singing-like (Zhao Le) tone.

After listening to the four girls talk to each other, Levin couldn't help but clap his hands.

The whole thing was within his expectations.

They learned about Harry's training through Levin, creating an information gap, and then used this to negotiate a collaboration with Lee Jordan and his group, setting up this scheme.

The whole situation is not complicated.

First, they cleverly created a pretext to provoke the dissatisfaction of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang wizards through "discrimination" in the odds, thus enticing the "smart" onlookers to discover the "loopholes" in the odds.

People are always reluctant to believe what others tell them, but they will always have unwavering faith in what they discover with their own eyes.

But that's not enough; someone needs to take the lead in placing bets.

Gabrielle took the lead in placing bets, which prompted the wizards from both schools who were provoked, as well as the "smart people" who thought they had discovered a loophole, to follow suit.

But what really made Levin lose his temper was that the four girls actually agreed on a profit-sharing arrangement, successfully fleecing Lee Jordan and the Weasley brothers.

What does it mean that "the money of the wealthy and powerful will be returned in full, while the money of the common people will be split 30/70"?!