Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 458: Interrupting Spellcasting (Additional update by the mischievous Wheel of Fortune leader, 55)

As more and more people came to the venue, the tents gradually became less diverse.

After the first Bulgarian team flag was printed on the tent, others could not sit still and added signs of support for the team to their tents, and the venue gradually became more distinct.

Occasionally, there will be a situation where a Bulgarian suddenly appears in the camp of Irish supporters, but the next second, that person will pack up his tent and move to the other camp.

 At this time, the members of the Ministry of Magic who are responsible for managing the venue will also turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it.

However, the Weasley family did not participate.

After all, there are many of them, and they all support any team. They can't unify their opinions at all. Even if they want to take sides, they can't. They can only remain neutral and watch the excitement from the sidelines.

“I have never met so many foreign wizards.” While waiting for dinner, Harry returned to the tent carrying a bucket of water.

 This is the second time he has gone to fetch water.

 Harry liked this job very much, because every time he went to fetch water, he could meet many wizards he had never seen before.

For example, not far from their tent, there were three African wizards with some kind of paint on their faces. Harry had never seen them use wands... because they could automatically turn the roast on the stove over with just a move of their fingers.

"Those people are really powerful." Harry whispered to Ron: "I remember Professor Flitwick said that this is wandless casting, a very high-end skill that even seventh-year graduates may not be able to learn. .

 But they looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, not much older than us. "

"No, Harry." Bill, who happened to be passing by, heard his words and whispered: "Those people are from Wagadu Magic School. They are not used to using wands, but prefer ancient gesture magic."

 “Wagadu School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…?” Harry repeated.

"Yes," Bill said, "Its address is in the Mountains of the Moon in Africa, as old as Hogwarts, where wands are considered the most insignificant commodity."

Harry nodded, trying not to look surprised.

Seeing wizards from so many countries on the field, he suddenly felt that he was so stupid before, and he never realized that Hogwarts was not the only magic school.

 Soon, Kreacher had lunch ready.

There were so many of them that it was too crowded to eat in the tent, so Mr. Weasley set up a big table outside.

 Everyone sat in a circle, eating and discussing the upcoming game.

 Ron tried his best to tell others how powerful Viktor Krum was, trying to persuade them to join the support of Bulgaria, but with little success.

Even Cedric pretended not to hear... He was also the only person present who was obviously a Seeker but supported the Irish team.

The remaining two Seekers, Harry and Charlie, are both loyal Bulgarian fans.

Just when Ron emphasized Krum's age for the third time, Mr. Weasley suddenly stood up, smiled and waved to a man who was striding towards him.

 “Haha!” he said, “The most important person at the moment, Ludo!”

 Ludo Bagman stands out in his former Wimbourne Wasps jersey. But this dress is a bit too small for him now. The robe is stretched tightly on his big belly. It seems that it must have been turned out temporarily, and he didn't even have time to modify the size.

"Ah ha, Arthur, what are you eating? I can smell the fragrance here from a long way away." Bagman shouted happily. He jumped up and down as he walked, as if there were springs under his feet, and he was obviously in a state of excitement. A state of extreme excitement.

“Just a simple lunch,” said Mr. Weasley. “If you don’t mind, let’s have some together.”

“I would love to, but unfortunately, I have already promised Volkov to have lunch with him.”

Bagman smiled and said: "This young Bulgarian batsman probably wants to learn a trick from me. He is really a cunning boy, but I admire him very much." Mr. Weasley laughed a few times. Voice.

At this time, Percy hurriedly stepped forward and reached out his hand, trying to leave a good impression on the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic.

"Ah, I almost forgot to introduce." Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "This is my son Percy, who just happened to work in the Ministry of Magic, and Bill and Charlie. They are all working abroad and just came back recently... Over there is Kyle, and Cedric..."

Mr. Weasley introduced everyone one by one, but Bagman didn't seem to pay much attention to this. He only looked up slightly after hearing Kyle's name.

 When Mr. Weasley introduced Harry, he immediately turned his attention to the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Let me introduce it to you." Looking at Hermione's confused look, he continued: "This is Ludo Bagman, the best batsman in the history of the Wimbourne Hornets, who once represented England. World Cup.

 And we were able to get such good tickets thanks to him. "

Bagman waved his hand with a smile on his face, as if to say it was nothing.

 “Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur?”

After the pleasantries, he revealed the purpose of his visit, "I have convinced Roddy Pontene to make a bet with me. He said that Bulgaria will score the first goal...Little Agatha Timms gave up half of her farm." The pressure is on and the bet is that the game will last a week.”

"Oh, well," said Mr. Weasley, "I'll bet Ireland a Galleons, okay?"

 He ​​originally didn’t want to participate, but considering that Bagman helped them get such good tickets, he decided to cooperate.

 “One galleon?” Bagman looked a little disappointed, but quickly regained his interest, “Very good…Does anyone else want to participate?”

 “We... Ouch!”

Just as Fred was about to speak, he immediately screamed and bent over.

Kyle took the shoes off his feet and said calmly, "Sorry Mr. Bagman, he just wanted to say that we just bought a lot of souvenirs and we don't have much pocket money anymore... Can five copper Knuts be okay?" "

“Oh, I can’t bear to take away all your pocket money.” Bagman smiled politely and refused.

Then he looked at Mr. Weasley and said, "Can you do me a favor? I've been looking for Barty Crouch. The officials from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic are deliberately making things difficult for us, but I can't understand a word he said." .Buddy can solve this problem, he speaks about 150 languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" Percy suddenly felt excited and restless when he heard the name.

His behavior now is exactly the same as when Ron mentioned Krum just now.

"Mr. Crouch can speak two hundred languages, including mermaid, turkey, and troll..."

 “Oh!” Kyle exclaimed sincerely.

If it were just mermaids and trolls, he could do it, but turkeys...he was more than capable.

But then again, who in their right mind would want to talk to a turkey?

"Yes, you are right." Bagman said lazily, "Barty is really admirable in this aspect...Ah, just as I was talking about him, he came, Barty!"

 A wizard suddenly apparated beside them.

　　Seeing the person coming, Percy was so excited that he couldn't breathe evenly, and his whole body was shaking like a mandrake that had been pulled out of a flowerpot.

"Ludo, I've been looking for trouble." Crouch's eyes quickly locked on Bagman and said, "The Bulgarians insist that we add twelve more seats to the top box. You'd better be there during the game." Before you start, go discuss this with them.”

 (End of this chapter)