The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"This wonderful game will be talked about for a long time," said Ludo Bagman hoarsely. "Ah, yes... yes, how much should I give you... how much?"

"450 Galleons, Mr. Bagman." Fred and George smiled and spread their palms at Mr. Bagman.

"Okay, 450 Galleons." Ludo Bagman took a deep breath, reached into his pocket, took out a money bag, and handed it to Fred and George in pain.

"Wait a moment."

Fred and George took out a few gold coins from the purse and looked closely under the light of the wand, squinting their eyes and looking at the anxious man in front of them, "Mr. Bagman, I think you may be wrong, This is the leprechaun's gold coin."

With that said, Fred handed the purse to George, who also took out a few gold coins from it, all of which were the dwarf's gold coins.

Albert was right, Bagman really wanted to use the dwarf gold coins to send them away.

This is not a good sign.

"Ah, leprechaun gold coins? Sorry, I must have made a mistake." Ludo Bagman forced a hint of surprise on his face. He reached out and took the purse that George handed over, and pretended to take out a few coins from it. A gold coin, carefully examined under the light, as if to discern whether the gold coins were Galleons or not.

"I remember that it should be right here, ah, it was here."

Ludo Bagman reached out and took it out of his pocket again. Finally, he took out another purse of the same size and handed it to Fred. He forced a smile at the twins and said, "It should be this one. Check it again. And this for you guys, as an apology for taking the wrong purse just now."

Bagman handed George a signed poster with all the Irish Quidditch players and made an apologetic look at the twins.

The Weasley twins were not attracted by the poster, but took out a few more gold coins from the purse. After several checks, they accepted the purse with satisfaction and waved goodbye to Bagman.

"It was definitely intentional just now," Fred said angrily. "If he didn't check, he might have been deceived, and the next day he found that the gold coins had disappeared."

"I still think there's something wrong," George muttered softly.

"What's the problem." Fred couldn't help being vigilant.

"Bagman was so happy when he gave him money!" George frowned, looking for a loophole. "Even if we expose the lie, I don't think he would pay so readily."

Ever since he suspected that Ludo Bagman would defraud them with fake money, and experienced that kind of thing himself, George thought Bagman was a liar no matter how he looked at it.

"However, we have checked the bag just now, and it's true that there are Galleons in the bag." Fred frowned and suggested, "Otherwise, after we go back to the tent, ask Bill to help check it again. He is in Gringotts. Work, you must know Garen better and know how to distinguish them. By the way, do you want to tell Dad about this?"

"Better not, that will only embarrass him." George shook his head.

The tickets for their house were given by Ludo Bagman. Although Bagman was trying to repay his favor, it was undeniable that the price of first-class tickets was very expensive.

"If we can't identify the true or false, we will take it to the goblin for identification, and then we will use the money to open a vault in Gringotts and use it as the vault of the joke shop." Fred suggested. "If the money is fake, contact other people who have been cheated by Bagman and go to him to collect the debt together."

However, George didn't intend to hit Fred, just nodded, intending to check Garen again when he went back.

In fact, he knew that if the Galleon in the bag was fake, they had no other way. According to Albert's broken mouth, it would be very difficult to get Galleon from Bagman again. Perhaps betting on Bagman was the wrong one from the start.

"Where have you been?" asked Mr. Weasley anxiously.

"We're just going to Mr. Bagman to get back the winning money." George took out the purse he got from Bagman, smiled and said to Ron, who was staring at the purse, "You and Ginny's share,

Go back and give it to you. "

"Honestly, I've never been happier than I am now, and all of a sudden I have 24 Galleons." Ron felt that today was his lucky day. He had never had such a huge wealth.

"It's 27 Galleons, Ron, you're really bad at math," Hermione corrected.

"Oh, 27 Galleons." Ron smirked and asked happily, "Percy, I remember you seemed to be betting, Bill and Charlie, too?"

"Well, I bet Ireland will win, but Bulgaria will catch the Snitch. Although the odds are only 4 times, the payoff is also very good." Percy's face was also full of smiles, he hated the taste of poverty.

Bill and Charlie looked at each other and said helplessly, "We didn't have time to bet, we missed a lot of Galleons."

"Don't tell your mother about your gambling." Mr. Weasley urged everyone in a low voice.

"Don't worry, Dad," said Fred, smiling. "We're going to use the money to open a vault in Gringotts."

"What are you doing with the vault, you don't have any money."

"The joke shop needs a vault to save money." George said without hesitation.

"That's for the future," said Ron.

"It's not far."

After returning to the camp, I found that the camp was full of fans celebrating the Irish team's championship. Not far away, there were faint rude singing and kicking sounds. I don't know who set the bonfire, and a large group of people were surrounding. He tap danced by the bonfire, ready to stay up all night to celebrate.

"It's a good thing I didn't have to tell the Irish to stop celebrating the victory, it's hard to imagine," muttered Mr. Weasley. "Well, boys, it's time for you to go back to bed."

However, no one wants to sleep, everyone is talking about the game, they don't like the Bulgarian foul, but they admire Krum very much. In a way, Krum did not fail, he caught Snitch.

On the other side, Albert, who returned to the tent, also hadn't fallen asleep. He stood outside the tent and observed the lively people around him.

"It feels a little weird these days." Isobel quietly came to Albert's side, leaned his head on his shoulder, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Guess whether the game will end in advance. Will it be boring?"

"Actually, I prefer to see the players' wonderful duel." Albert drank the hot cocoa prepared by the house-elf, looked at the wizard who was dancing tap dance not far away and said, "Unfortunately, such a peaceful time has passed. Not long."

"No wonder your friends don't like to let you talk." Isobel said with a smile, "Actually, you should say something that everyone likes to hear."

"Well." Albert thought for a while and said, "I think we don't have to worry about money for the time being."

"I don't think you need to worry about not having money." In Isobel's memory, Albert has always been rich, and has been rich since he first entered school.

"After all, I have to support my family." Albert couldn't help laughing, "Girls nowadays are very realistic, believe me, no girl would like a poor guy. If I didn't have a single gold coin, Valeria would How far away from me."

"Speaking ill of me secretly there again." Valeria and Catherine appeared out of nowhere.

"I think he's telling the truth." Catherine agrees with Albert's words. Valeria is a very realistic girl, she can't be more clear about this.

"No," Valeria shook her head and said, "Albert is very talented, and he will definitely be able to find a way to turn his talent into wealth. A person like him can never be short of money."

"Okay, let's go inside and talk about it." Albert asked a few people to enter the tent to talk, "Why did you come here so late today?"

"Of course to get back the bet money." Catherine took out a bag of gold coins from her handbag and threw it to Albert: "This is your share."

Albert took the purse and handed it to Isobel.

"Can't you count? I'm not afraid that we will fool you with fake gold coins." Valeria asked with a smile.

"Don't be afraid, I don't think you will destroy the friendly relationship between us because of that little money." Albert is really not worried, his cooperation with Kathleen is closer than others imagine, and Kathleen No shortage of money at all.

"By the way, will something really happen tonight?" Valeria asked in a low voice.

"We're leaving anyway, let's go inside!" Albert motioned a few people to return to the suitcases, and before he followed in, he did not forget to instruct the house elf, "Take us to Isobel's house."

"Good master!" After Albert entered the box, the house elf lifted the box and directly Apparated and left, leaving only the empty tent.

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"Draco, there may be chaos later, you go to the woods and hide." Narcissa Malfoy said to her son.

"Confusion, what's going on Mom?" Draco was a little confused and didn't understand what his mother meant.

"I just got some news," said Narcissa Malfoy vaguely. "Some people are drinking too much and seem to be planning to do something. You know, the Irish team's championship has made a lot of people over-excited."

"Aren't you going with me?" Draco suddenly realized something, "Dad he..."

"Don't talk to anyone about it," interrupted Narcissa sternly.

"Oh, I know Mom." Draco nodded, turning away from the tent and heading towards the forest.

"Okay dear, Draco has left, do you really want to do that?" Narcissa looked anxiously at her husband, who had put on a cloak and mask, and turned into a Death Eater only.

"He made a lot of people feel threatened," Lucius said hoarsely. In fact, it is a little inaccurate to say that it is a threat, and more of it is fear. This is the main reason why others have changed their original plans.

"They think he's a bigger threat than Noby Leach. That guy has got a lot of support. It's a matter of time before he becomes the next Noby Leach. We can't tolerate that." Hughes is also very afraid of each other.

Killing, or sending people to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, is currently the best option for removing possible threats.

"I see, I'll leave it here, be careful yourself." Narcissa nodded and took out the compound potion prepared in advance. He would disguise himself as his husband to avoid suspicion.

Soon after, a series of crackling sounds suddenly sounded next to the Muggle camp manager's hut, and several suspicious guys with hoods and face masks appeared out of thin air.

"Are you all here?" Lucius asked hoarsely, looking around.

"It's all here, and someone over there has already dealt with it. Everyone will only think it was an accident." Another person replied.

"At that time, other people will gradually join our team, so that the idiots at the Ministry of Magic think that we just drank too much to make this happen."

If there were only a few of them, Lucius would naturally dare not provoke the Ministry of Magic at this time, but if the number of participants was large enough, there would be no need to worry about these issues.

"Very good, let's start!" Lucius took out his wand, roughly opened the wooden door, broke into the camp administrator's hut, and used magic to float the sleeping Muggles in the air.

However, the family was stunned by a wizard from the Ministry of Magic, and even if they were suspended in mid-air, they would not be able to wake up for a while.

If the tormented Muggle doesn't scream, how is it tormenting the Muggle?

So, Malfoy used magic to wake them up, and then led the four towards the wizard's camp like a balloon.

Tonight, everyone is celebrating the Irish team's victory, and it is undoubtedly a good opportunity for them to start when the vigilance of the Quidditch World Cup is at its weakest.

"Hope things go well over there." Malfoy murmured, "Okay, let's help these guys out!"

On the other side, McNeil and Avery are on the move, and they are given the task of eliminating the threat of the Mudblood.

McNeil and Avery have always loved torturing their opponents, so they took on the task and now wait for Lucius to cause chaos.

The noisy atmosphere of the night still did not subside, adding some difficulties to McNeil and Avery. They could not be found out by others, and they had to eliminate the threat during the chaos. Therefore, the two of them did not rush into the tent, but only when they saw a large firelight lit up in the distance and a commotion began to appear around them, they broke into the tent with the cover of the Illusory Body Charm.

After entering the tent, both McNeil and Avery were stunned. The environment inside the tent was so simple that they could not imagine. After the two looked at each other, they began to hold their wands to search for the whereabouts of the tent owner.

However, they were stunned to find that there was no one in the tent at all.

"Damn, that Mudblood didn't sleep in the tent, where did he go." Avery was very annoyed by this. They had planned for a long time, taking such a big risk to eliminate the threat, and the plan had only just begun, because the other party didn't know. Where did you go, it was a total waste of money.

"What should I do now, do you want to notify Lucius and ask them to cancel the plan?" McNeil asked with a frown.

"It's too late, let's meet them in the past and tell them about it, that mudblood should still be in the camp, if we're lucky enough..." Avery didn't go on, he also knew that he would meet each other probability is not high.

Covered by the crowd, Avery and McNeil hurried away.

It didn't take long for them to join the procession that was setting fires and creating chaos.

"We didn't find the Mudblood," McNeil said in a low voice.

"what happened?"

Lucius' original good mood disappeared all of a sudden.

"I don't know, he's not in his tent, and neither is anyone else." McNeil frowned and asked, "What are you going to do now?"

"What else can we do? Keep marching, of course." Lucius thought for a moment and said, "Go to Weasley's, that guy has a good relationship with Weasley, maybe they'll be there, even if they can't find anyone, It can also leave a deep impression on Harry Potter."

It is impossible to stop.

Since the main goal can't be achieved, then complete their original goal, and they initially just wanted to teach Fudge an impressive lesson.

The parade is getting bigger and bigger, and even some dark wizards who are not Death Eaters have joined in. It seems that they want to take this opportunity to vent, which is a good thing for Lucius.

The tents were burning, the muggles overhead were screaming in horror, and the parade was using magic on the wizards who were running away, not caring who they accidentally hurt.

Anyhow, creating more chaos was the right choice, and those cowards at the Ministry of Magic didn't dare step up to stop them. Because they were overwhelmingly outnumbered, and the four Muggles overhead gave them a good excuse.

Yes, they were not afraid, they were afraid of the safety of those Muggles.

Once there is an excuse, no one is willing to risk the threat to fight with the group of dark wizards, at least until the Ministry of Magic gathers more helpers, they will stop all this. It's hard because the Ministry of Magic has to help maintain order, and the British Ministry of Magic obviously doesn't have enough staff.

Before the wizards from the Ministry of Magic could gather enough people to stop the chaos, things changed. Some of the tents they had set ablaze suddenly exploded, as if someone ignited a small bottle of gas, scaring the marching dark wizards. Jumping, thought it was an enemy chanting a spell at them.

The parade is still moving forward, but the surrounding explosions are becoming more and more frequent, especially the tents that they have set on fire, as if they have turned into bombs. Once they explode, the contents inside will splash everywhere, causing the parade group to get mad. Some embarrassed.

"Damn it, what's going on?" Looking at his comrades who had been bombed, Lucius' face suddenly turned gloomy.

To this day, he is still at a loss, not understanding what happened, only that the lit tents around him may explode at any time. If it wasn't for the idiots from the Ministry of Magic who didn't dare to come up, they'd be in even more trouble.

At this moment, a green light rose into the air, and Lucius was horrified to find that there was a huge green glittering thing, which was something they were very familiar with... the Dark Mark.

This time it was like being stabbed in a hornet's nest, and the wizards around them all Apparated and fled here, as if they were afraid of getting involved with that thing.

Lucius knew that the farce tonight was over, and he left with the others without any hesitation.

Everyone knows what the Dark Mark means. It is a provocation to the Ministry of Magic. This has undoubtedly touched the nerves of many people. The Ministry of Magic will not stop there.

After the wizard left, several Muggles who lost magical control immediately fell from the sky, were caught by the Ministry of Magic, and tampered with their memories.

Many wizards who were originally assembled were relieved after seeing the group of black wizards fleeing, and it was undoubtedly a good thing not to have conflicts with them.

It's not that they are cowardly, it's that Crouch split most of his hands and rushed to the position where the Dark Mark was raised. The Ministry of Magic obviously cared more about the one who dared to raise the Black Mark than these troublemakers who didn't know if they were Death Eaters. The demon-marked bastard, because that guy is undoubtedly a Death Eater, which makes everyone nervous. After all, Death Eaters have always been the focus of the Ministry of Magic.

No one wants their peaceful life to be ruined again, yet they are doomed to disappointment, and the last time of peace is leaving them.

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