Chapter 459 Barty Crouch

From his clothes to his appearance, Crouch was much better than the unkempt Ludo Bagman in every aspect.

His neatly trimmed beard, shiny leather shoes, and spotless and crisp suit made him look like a real bank manager.

Let alone the administrator Mr. Roberts, Kyle felt that even the most picky Uncle Vernon would find it difficult to see through his true identity.

But Bagman didn't care about it.

He and Mr. Weasley finished a cup of tea and sat on the grass to drink leisurely, without any intention of looking for the Bulgarian.

Crouch frowned, his expression a little impatient.

"Mr. Crouch." Percy hurried over, leaned over, and made a bowing gesture, which made him look like a hunchback, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh," Crouch said, he looked at the leisurely Bagman, and then looked at Percy, "Okay... Thank you, Weatherby."

Fred and George laughed so hard that they almost sprayed tea into the cup.

"Crouch, who knows 200 languages, actually got Percy's last name wrong." Fred said to Kyle in a low voice.

"Percy kept saying during the holidays that Crouch admired him very much..." George said.

"Now it seems that the truth is not like this..."

"He may not even know who Percy is!"

Seeing the two people gloating, Percy's ears turned pink and he pretended to lower his head to fiddle with the teapot.

In addition to looking for Bagman, Crouch also discussed with Mr. Weasley about the ban on flying carpets.

There is nothing to say about this. Since the last century, carpets have been defined as Muggle handicrafts and appeared in the register of prohibited magic items.

In other words, it is forbidden to cast magic on carpets here, let alone let them fly with people. Once discovered, the people from the Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Objects should come to the door.

Kyle has reason to suspect that this rule is definitely related to the Flying Broom Company, and the purpose is to prevent flying carpets from entering England.

After all, from a practical point of view, a flying carpet that can seat ten people is sometimes much more convenient than a broom... For example, when traveling with a family.

Crouch still had a lot of things to do, so after chatting for a few words, he put down his unfinished teacup and left with Bagman.

Then, Kyle and the others also pushed the cart to the other side of the field.

They needed to sell all the remaining things during this period before the game.

After leaving the tent far enough, Fred finally couldn't help asking, "Kyle, why did you stop me just now? You just heard that Bagman gave a very high odds, and we can make a lot of money."

"I just think he is not very reliable. Kyle said, "If you don't want to lose all your pocket money, it's better to stay away from him."

"No, we think we can guess the result of the game this time." Fred said, "Believe in our judgment... Ireland will definitely win, but the Golden Snitch must be caught by Krum."

"It has nothing to do with this." Kyle shook his head, "Sometimes even if you guess correctly, you may not get the money. "

"You mean... he might default on his debt?" George frowned.

"But..." Fred thought for a moment and said, "Bagman is a celebrity after all, he shouldn't do such a thing."

"But now it has been almost ten years since his most glorious time." Kyle said, "and he set such high odds, what do you expect him to use to pay you Galleons and the director's salary in the end?

If only the two of you bet, it would be enough, but don't forget, there are nearly 100,000 wizards here."

Fred and George stopped talking.

They found that they seemed to be a little confused.

Thinking about it carefully, before this World Cup, the name Ludo Bagman had not appeared for a long time.

"Huh... you're right!" Fred exhaled, "Well, compared to the game with Ludo Bagman, let's focus on these."

He patted the box of fireworks.

"At least they can be exchanged for real gold coins."

"A wise choice. "Cedric said with a smile.

He also felt that Ludo Bagman was a little unreliable. He was too active, and when he spoke, he would always shake the pocket of gold coins, as if he was deliberately reminding others that he had a lot of money.

And when chatting a few days ago, his father also said that Bagman had been accused of passing information to the Death Eaters.

Although it was finally confirmed that this was not his intention, it happened after all, and he could only make some "contributions" to the Ministry of Magic to make up for his mistakes and let himself be released as soon as possible.

So he definitely can't take out too many Galleons now.

After calming down briefly, Fred and George didn't think about it anymore. , continued to push the cart towards the crowded area.

At this time, the audience with tickets had basically arrived, and the number of people on the field was much larger than in the morning.

With more people, there were naturally more customers.

Listening to the sound of gold coins falling into the cash box, the only regret left in Fred and George's heart quickly disappeared.

And they met Professor McGonagall near the middle of the camp.

As a loyal Quidditch fan, she almost watched all the Quidditch games held during the holidays at Hogwarts.

This World Cup is naturally impossible to miss.

And Kyle has never seen Professor McGonagall like this.

Her round bun was finally let down, and her hair was pinned with a four-leaf clover hairpin. Her unchanging robe was changed into the Irish team uniform, and her face was smeared with thick oil paint...

Although she wiped off the stuff on her face almost instantly, Kyle still saw it... It was the flag pattern of the Irish team.

"Your outfit today is really cool... Professor McGonagall!" Kyle gave a thumbs up.

"I accept your evaluation, Kyle." Professor McGonagall said with a smile, "What are you doing?"

"I made some small things to add some atmosphere to the game." Kyle said, and pushed the cart over, indicating that Professor McGonagall could choose whatever he wanted, and they would treat him.

"Oh, it's really well made." Professor McGonagall picked up a hairpin, which was a four-leaf clover made into the shape of a broom.

The more Professor McGonagall looked at it, the more she liked it, and she directly replaced her original one with it.

"Minerva, you're here... Oh, Kyle, Cho... You're here too."

Two more professors came over from not far away, Professor Flitwick and Professor Aurora Sinistra who taught astronomy.

"Come and have a look, Filius." Professor McGonagall said happily, "Didn't you say you wanted to buy a hat? I found it for you."

"Really?" Professor Flitwick quickened his pace and leaned over the cart to pick out the things he liked.