HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

George strongly requested to share a tent with Minnow, but Mr. Weasley strongly refused.

"Why don't you come over quietly at night? I'm sure Ginny and Hermione won't say anything." Minnow said to him when he went to collect firewood with George.

"Oh, I won't let them see it." George smiled and pinched Mino's cheek.

Back at the camp, Mr. Weasley happily played with firewood, and finally lit a fire at Minnow's request.

When Harry and the others came back, everyone sat outside the tent and watched the officials from the Ministry of Magic running up and down the road. Mr. Weasley introduced Harry, Minnow and Hermione.

"That's Cuthbert Mockridge, the head of the Goblin Liaison Office... Here's Gilbert Whymper, who works on the Experimental Spells Committee, and the horns on his head have grown It's been a while... hello Arnie...Arnold Peasgood, an amnestic - member of the Reversal of Accidental Magic Events...that's Bode and Crocker...they're the Reticents... "

"what are they doing?"

"It's people from the Department of Mysteries. It's top secret. I don't know what they are doing..."

Finally, the fire was burning brightly, and they had just begun frying eggs and cooking sausages when Bill, Charlie, and Percy strode towards them from the woods.

"Apparated just now, Dad." Percy said loudly, "Ah, great, there is something delicious!"

They were enjoying their eggs and sausages, and were halfway through the meal when Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped up, smiled and waved to a man who strode over.

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

Mino looked at Bagman and continued eating the boiled sausage after realizing that he had no impression of him.

"Ah ho!" Bagman shouted happily.He walked with a bounce, as if there were springs under his feet.He was obviously in a state of extreme excitement.

"Arthur, old fellow," he panted as he came to the campfire, "what a fine day, isn't it? What a wonderful day! Where can you find such weather! There must be no clouds at night... The whole preparation So organized…I don’t have anything to do!”

Behind him, a group of haggard-looking Ministry of Magic officials hurried past. There were signs in the distance that someone was playing with magic fire, and purple flames shot up more than 20 feet high.

Percy stepped forward hastily and held out his hand.Apparently, he was dissatisfied with the way Ludo Bagman was running his department, but that didn't stop him from wanting to make a good impression.

"Ah - yes," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "This is my son Percy. He has just started working at the Ministry of Magic - this is Fred - no, it's George, sorry - that's Fred. Red - Bill, Charlie, Ron - my daughter Ginny - these are Ron's friends, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Minnow Potter."

Bagman looked slightly surprised when he heard Harry and Mino's names, and his eyes immediately glanced at the scars on Harry and Mino's foreheads.

"Let me introduce you to you," Mr. Weasley continued. "This is Ludo Bagman. You know who he is. It's thanks to him that we got such a good ticket-"

Bagman smiled broadly and waved his hand, as if to say it was nothing.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Bagman, you are such a good man." Mino immediately showed a sweet smile.

"What a cute kid." Bagman also said to Mino with a smile.

Then, Bagman asked Mr. Weasley eagerly: "Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur?" The pocket of his yellow and black robe jingled, and it seemed that there were a lot of gold coins in it. "I have Convinced Roddy Pontene to make a bet with me that Bulgaria would score the first goal - I placed him at very high odds because I took into account that Ireland's number three striker was the best I'd seen over the years. Great - little Agatha Timms put half her shares in Eel Farm on a bet that the game would last a week."

Mino didn't understand it at all, but that didn't stop her from finally having an impression of Bagman.

"Oh... well then," said Mr. Weasley, "let me see... I'll bet a Galleon on Ireland, okay?"

"One Galleung?" Ludo Bagman looked a little disappointed, but quickly regained his interest, "Very good, very good... Does anyone else want to bet?"

"They're too young to gamble," said Mr. Weasley. "Molly wouldn't want to—"

"We-" Fred was about to speak, but Mino held his mouth firmly down.

"He's not going to give you any money," Minor whispered in Fred's ear.

Although Fred didn't understand why Mino was so sure, he still kept his mouth shut obediently.

"Oh -" Bagman looked a little disappointed, but Mr. Weasley was happy, but from the look on his face, he probably recognized Fred for George.

"You can go to Draco. If he is willing to take a gamble with you, this is definitely better than Bagman." Mino whispered.

"The young master who is stupid and has a lot of money is a good choice." George nodded.

"Don't say it in front of him, otherwise he won't bet with you." Mino said.

"Can you do me a favor?" Bagman asked Mr. Weasley again, "I have been looking for Barty Crouch. The official who is my equal in Bulgaria is giving advice and making things difficult for us, but what he said I Can't understand a word. Buddy will take care of that. He speaks about 150 languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" Percy said, suddenly restless with excitement. "He can speak two hundred languages! Mermaids, turkeys, and trolls..."

"Anyone can speak the language of trolls," Fred said disapprovingly. "All you have to do is point at it and make a purring sound."

Mino let out a small laugh.

Percy gave Fred a vicious look and stirred the bonfire vigorously to make the water in the kettle boil again.

"No word yet from Bertha Jorkins, Ludo?" Mr. Weasley asked as Bagman sat down on the grass beside them.

"Not even a shadow," Bagman said carelessly, "but don't worry, she'll show up. Poor old Bertha . Believe it or not, one day in October, she’d wander back to the office thinking it was still July.”

"Don't you want to send someone to find her?" Mr. Weasley suggested tentatively, as Percy handed Bagman a cup of tea.

"Barty Crouch has always said that," Bagman said, his round eyes widening with an innocent expression, "but there is really no manpower available right now. Ha - just as he was talking, He’s coming! Barty!”

A wizard suddenly apparates around their campfire, a stark contrast to Ludo Bagman, who is lounging on the grass in his old Wasps robes.

He wore a spotless crisp suit and tie.Her short black hair was neatly styled, and the slit in the middle was a bit unnaturally straight.His narrow toothbrush-like mustache looked as if it had been trimmed with a sliding ruler.His shoes were also polished.

Percy had always advocated strict discipline, and Mr. Crouch followed the Muggle dress code so meticulously that he could have passed off as a bank manager.Apparently this is why Percy idolizes Mr. Crouch.

"Sit down and rest for a while, Barty." Ludo said happily, patting the grass next to him.

"No, thank you, Ludo," Crouch said, a hint of impatience in his voice. "I've been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians insisted that we add twelve more seats to the top box."

"Oh, so they want this!" Bagman said. "I thought the guy was going to ask me to borrow a pair of tweezers. The accent was too strong."

"Mr. Crouch!" Percy was so excited that he couldn't even breathe.He leaned forward in a bow that made him look like a hunchback. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Mino watched the large-scale star chasing scene with great interest, while taking out the melon seeds he brought, and gave some to Fred and George.

"I want it too," Ron said, and then snatched all the melon seeds from Mino's hand.

Mino hit Ron's hand hard and snatched all the seeds back.

"Oh," said Mr. Crouch, eyeing Percy with slight surprise, "well—thank you, Wetherby."

Fred and George laughed so much that they almost spilled their melon seeds on the floor, but Minnow still looked at Mr. Crouch seriously.Percy's ears turned pink and he pretended to be immersed in tending the teapot.

"By the way, there is something I have always wanted to tell you, Arthur," Mr. Crouch said, his sharp eyes falling on Mr. Weasley again, "Ali Bashir raised a provocation, and he wanted to find you. Talk about your ban on flying carpets.”

Mr. Weasley sighed heavily.

"I sent an owl to him last week specifically to talk about this. I've told him a hundred times that carpets are classified as Muggle artefacts on the Prohibited Magical Items Register, but will he listen? "

"I doubt he will," said Mr. Crouch, taking a cup of tea from Percy. "He can't wait to get the flying carpet out here."

"But the flying carpet will never replace the broomstick in Britain, will it?" Bagman asked.

Mino was very interested in flying carpets and decided to get one if he had the chance. It was much better than a flying broomstick. At least Mino would not worry about falling off accidentally while sitting on a flying carpet. He felt safer than a broomstick. .

Of course, Mino would feel very safe if he rode the same broom as George.

"Ali thought there was a niche in the family transport market," Mr Crouch said. "I remember my grandfather had an Axminster pile carpet that could sit twelve people on it - but , of course, that was before flying carpets were banned.”

He seemed to want everyone to believe that all of his ancestors strictly followed the law.