Hogwarts, The Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 23 Crouch and Bagman

Clark and his party walked through the camp with difficulty. Along the way, they not only saw fans of the two competition teams, but also met their classmates from Hogwarts for their efforts to support their favorite teams.

"Clark! Harry! Ron! Hermione!"

In a green tent that looked like a prairie, Clark and their classmates in the fourth year of Gryffindor House, Seamus Finnigan, were greeting them. He sat in front of his clover-covered tent, and Along with his best friend Dean Thomas.

Both of them are supporters of the Irish team, and these green shamrocks are the emblem of the Irish team.

Compared with them, the decoration of another Bulgarian team is a special gift.

None of the Bulgarian tents were covered with plants, but each had the same poster, showing a very sullen face with thick black eyebrows. Of course, the picture is moving, but the face is frowning in addition to blinking.

It was Bulgaria's talented Seeker, Viktor Krum.

Of course, it didn't matter to Clark and the others. After all, they were not fans of these two teams. The reason why they came to the Quidditch World Cup was just to enjoy the game.

The four fetched water and went back through the camp.

Because of the heavy objects on their hands, the water in the bucket was still swaying, and they walked much slower than when they came.

Because of this, they can always see some familiar faces wherever they go, most of them are Hogwarts classmates and their families

This also led to George complaining impatiently when they returned to Wesley's tent, "Why did you guys go so long."

"I ran into a few acquaintances," said Ron, putting down the water. "You haven't started a fire yet?"

"Daddy's playing with matches," Fred said.

Mr. Wesley didn't get any better at lighting the fire, as if a few matches were enough for him to study all day.

However, Clark and the others were very hungry. After all, they got up so early in the morning, and together with the road and the mountain, a little oatmeal was not enough for them to digest.

Fortunately, with Hermione's demonstration, Mr. Wesley finally succeeded in lighting the fire, but it took at least another hour before the fire started to flourish, and the rice was ready to cook.

Fortunately, in the process, their waiting is not boring, there is still a lot to see.

"That's Cuthbert Mockridge, he's the head of the Goblin Liaison... Here's Gilbert Wimple, he's on the Experiment Spells Committee, and he's in charge of the latest magic research... Hello, Ah Nee...this is Arnold Peacegood, a memory expunger...that's Bird and Crocker...no comment on their work..."

Because there is a big road leading to the stadium next to the tent, officials from the ministry often run back and forth on the road, and every time they pass by, they greet Mr. Wesley warmly, which shows his popularity.

And Mr. Wesley would keep making introductions, mostly for Harry and Hermione, whose own children were too familiar with the Ministry to be of interest.

As for Clark, the Prewett family heirs and Minister Fudge's status as a former celebrity made those officials smile every time they saw Clark.

Finally, when the fire was on, they started frying eggs, boiling sausages, toasting bread, and roasting potatoes, ready to make breakfast and lunch together.

When all the food was ready, Bill, Charlie, and Percy strode toward them from the woods.

"Apparated just now, Dad," Percy exclaimed. "Ah, that's great, it's delicious!"

For Percy's taking advantage of this behavior, George and Fred expressed stern protests. Of course, this had no effect. The three guys still ate sausages and eggs with a smile.

During their meal, Ludo Bagman, head of the Ministry of Magic's sports department, also appeared.

As Percy said of him, he was a man of no tune.

As soon as they met, he jingled his yellow and black robes, beguiling Mr. Wesley to place a bet on the game.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Mrs Wesley was always in charge of money in the Wesley family. The poor Mr. Wesley didn't have much steel in his pocket. In order not to save Ludo's face, he just gave a token extra. Long bet on Ireland to win, much to Ludo Bagman's disappointment.

But then George's words startled Mr. Wesley.

"We've got fifty Galleons," he and Fred quickly pulled out some of their savings, "bet Ireland wins - but Victor Klum will catch the Snitch. Oh, yes, We'll also add a fake wand."

"Son," Mr. Wesley said in a low voice, "listen, I don't want you to gamble... this is all your savings... your mother..."

"Don't be a spoiler, Arthur!" interrupted Ludo Bagman gruffly, jingling the gold coins in his pocket excitedly, "They're old enough to know what they want. !"

George and Fred nodded quickly, and Clark, who was beside him, suddenly smiled and said, "If that's the case, then I'll join in the fun. Like them, I bet one hundred Galleons, and I bet the Irish team will win, but Victor Krum will catch the Snitch."

"Clark!"

"Too proud!"

Mr. Wesley's words were directly suppressed by Ludo's huge voice.

"You all think Ireland will win, but Krum can catch the Snitch? No way, kids, no way...I'm giving you the best odds...then..."

Ludo Bagman quickly drew out his notebook and quill, and scribbled the names of his twin brother and Clark, while Mr. Wesley watched helplessly.

"It's done!"

Two pieces of parchment with the amount, odds, betting staff, and signed Ludo Bagman, were handed to the twins and Clark.

Maybe even he doesn't know how much money these two notes will represent in the future.

Anyway, Bagman, who felt that he had made a lot of money, turned around and looked at Mr. Wesley again with ecstasy.

"By the way, Arthur, can you do me a favor? I've been looking for Barty Crouch.

The Bulgarian official who was the same as me was trying to make things difficult for us, but I couldn't understand a word of what he said.

Barty should be able to solve this problem, he... oh, no, just talking to him, he's here! Barty! "

A wizard suddenly Apparates by their campfire, a stark contrast to Ludo Bagman, who looks greasy and inept in his old Wasp robes.

Whether it is a straight waist, blunt movements, a clean and crisp suit, a neat tie, and polished leather shoes, it all shows that this wizard in his fifties is a strict and disciplined man in his work. people.

Harry recognized him instantly, too, and that's exactly what he'd seen at the trial about Peter Pettigrew a few months earlier, who had thrown the uncensored Sirius straight into Azka. Ban's former head of Magical Law Enforcement, Barty Crouch.

"Sit down for a while, Barty." Ludo said happily, patting the grass beside him.

"No, thank you, Ludo."

Crouch glanced at everyone present, his eyes stayed on Clark, Harry and Sirius for a while, and then he said impatiently.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, and the Bulgarians insist that we add twelve more seats to the top box."

"Oh, so they wanted this!" Bagman said. "I thought the guy was going to borrow a pair of tweezers from me, and the accent was too heavy."

"Mr. Crouch!"

Percy on the side seemed to be out of breath when he saw his idol.

He leaned over and made a bow that made him look like a hunchback, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh," Crouch looked at Percy in slight surprise, "all right—thank you, Wes."

Percy was delighted and immediately took care of the teapot.

"By the way, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, Arthur."

At this time, Crouch's sharp eyes fell on Mr. Wesley again. As for Sirius Blake, who was sitting beside him, Crouch didn't seem to notice him at all.

From this disregard, it can be seen that the eucalyptus of Sirius at the beginning definitely caused a great blow to him, otherwise he would not be still angry after so long.

Faced with this situation, Sirius, who has always been rebellious, naturally wouldn't give him a good face, he snorted coldly, got up and got into the tent.

Crouch didn't care about this, and continued to drag Mr. Wesley and Bagman to talk about work.

By this time Percy had made a cup of tea and brought it to Crouch.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bagman asked lightly and happily, "How is it, you've been busy lately, Barty?"

"Busy," said Crouch dryly. "Organizing and arranging portkeys on five continents is no easy task, Ludo."

"I guess you all wish this was over soon?" Mr. Wesley asked with a smile.

Ludo Bagman was taken aback.

"Wanna! How is that possible? I've never been so happy... Of course, it's not without hope, is it, Barty? Huh? After all, we have other events to organize."

Crouch raised his eyebrows at Bagman, as if displeased by his sudden mention of the subject.

"We promise not to announce until all the details—"

"Oh, the details!"

Bagman waved disapprovingly, like driving away a swarm of floaters.

"They signed it, didn't they?

They agreed, didn't they?

Those holy relics are all ready, and I'll bet you, these kids will know soon enough. I mean, it happened at Hogwarts—"

"Ludo, you should know, we need to meet the Bulgarians." Crouch interrupted Bagman sternly, "Thanks for the tea, Wes."

He shoved the empty teacup back into Percy's hands and waited for Ludo to get up.

Ludo struggled to his feet and drank his cup of tea in one gulp, the money clinking happily in his pocket.

"See you later!" he said. "You're in the top box with me - I'm the commentator of the game!"

He waved goodbye, Barty Crouch nodded slyly, and both Apparated and disappeared.

"What's going to happen at Hogwarts this year, Dad?"

As soon as the two left, Fred immediately asked curiously.

"What did they mean just now?"

"You'll find out soon." Mr. Wesley smiled and said nothing.

"It's a secret, and we won't know until the Ministry decides to make it public," Percy said solemnly, but the expression seemed more like "Come and beg me."

Of course George and Fred would not be resigned, and they turned their attention to Clark again. According to their understanding, Clark's news is also very extensive, and he must know something.

"What event will it be?" George and Fred pressed close to him, frantically asking, "Quick, quick, quick! Tell us! What's the matter?"

"Haha." Clark smiled, then pursed his lips and said nothing.

After that, Clark was tight-lipped about how Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Wesley's twins bombed.

This made their teeth ticklish and could not wait to pry Clark's mouth open.

Time passed by like this, and as the afternoon passed, an emotion called excitement, like a cloud that could be touched, filled the sky above the camp.

As dusk approached, even the already cool summer air seemed to be scorching hot again.

When the quiet night was like a curtain, and hundreds of wizards were waiting eagerly, the Ministry of Magic seemed to have to bow to the status quo and no longer stop those wizards from using magic.

So every few steps, an Apparating hawker descends from the sky.

To be honest, Clark felt sorry for them looking at their fast casting speed, you know, even many Aurors can't use this kind of magic quickly in battle.

But these hawkers can carry trays, push carts filled with all kinds of weird things, move around freely in the crowd, and appear in front of everyone who needs him.

"Boss, I want this!"

"Boss, I want that!"

Shouts rose and fell in the noisy crowd, Ron and the others saving their pocket money for the summer just for this moment.

Those Golden Galleons, Silver Sikes, and Copper Nats have all been replaced by souvenirs at this moment.

Examples include a dancing clover hat, a large green rose badge, a small statue of Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

The little Krum could still walk up and down Ron's hands, frowning at the green badge above him.

Harry looked at the binoculars in a cart, covered with all kinds of odd knobs and dials.

"I Have a Scroll of Ghosts and Gods"

The wizard peddler who bought things was selling enthusiastically, and Harry, who couldn't resist the temptation, spent twenty gold Galleons to buy two, one for himself, and the other for Ron.

As for Clark and the others, this thing has long been hung around their necks. +Bookmark+