This Hogwarts is not normal

Early in the morning,

The England team lived up to expectations and tied the score with Transylvania team at 0:90 in the first half hour.

The few British fans at the scene were quite disappointed.

Each of them is stronger than the other, and they also have a strong sense of teamwork, so how could they be beaten like this by the opponent?

The Bagmans in the studio were all numb.

Although the Bulgarian team's attack was particularly fierce last night, the Peruvian team adjusted its tactics quickly, at least giving people a feeling that they could make an unexpected comeback.

As for the English team? With this performance, if they could score a goal, it would be a manifestation of Merlin.

"Well... Transylvania is currently in the upper hand, but we can see that the players from England are unwilling to admit defeat. I think they still have a chance to overtake."

Bagman made some forced compliments, but was then slapped in the face by a Quaffle thrown in by a Chaser from the Transylvanian team.

0:100, a new high!

There is no doubt that the Fairy Mansion must have adjusted the real-time odds to a particularly exaggerated number.

Just when the more than 30 wizards at the scene thought the game was over, the England team suddenly exerted their strength and scored a goal overcoming numerous obstacles.

"Beautiful!" Bagman in the studio stood up excitedly, "This goal by the England team is a signal, a signal that they have finally started to fight back!"

However, two minutes later, the Transylvanian team scored a goal, and five minutes later they scored another goal.

"It's just a small setback. I believe the England team will soon regroup and launch another fierce attack!"

Just as he finished speaking, the Transylvania team scored again.

The odds of the English team, which have just fallen, are likely to rise again.

With such a poor performance, not many people would bet on them to win even if the broadcast was interrupted.

10:150…

10:180…

10:200…

Bagman was too weak to sit back in his chair.

It’s over, this is a huge loss.

Even if the odds of the Transylvania team were adjusted to 1 to 1.01, the bookmaker would not win much gold galleons after taking the cut, and no one would continue to bet on the English team.

Gamblers like to risk a small amount for a big gain, but they are not fools.

Even if the English team finally won the Golden Snitch, what would it matter? They would still lose.

Bagman was now unable to praise him and could only slump in his chair helplessly.

"Well... Transylvania's performance tonight was really great. The England team needs to work hard."

Before long, the score was 10:240.

Bagman's lips trembled wildly. "Winning or losing is not important. The theme of this World Cup is actually to embody the Quebec spirit, that is, the values ​​of unity, cooperation and friendship first..."

His long string of official rhetoric was finally terminated by the referee's whistle.

Because the game was over, the Transylvania team's Seeker successfully captured the Golden Snitch.

10:390, what a shame and humiliation!

Bagman in the studio just turned off the microphone.

He was tired and didn't want to explain anymore.

All the nice words could not reverse the decline. If it hadn't been for a goal scored in the middle of the game, the English team would definitely have been nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of Quidditch development.

After the grand award ceremony, Bagman returned to the staff lounge of the gymnasium, exhausted.

He rubbed his furrowed brows and secretly calculated his approximate losses tonight.

One...Ten...Hundred...Thousand...Ten Thousand...

No matter how he calculates, it has to start at at least ten thousand.

Fortunately, the Fairy Hall is the banker, so the loss is not that much after being shared.

Bagman went to the window and saw that the gym was now dark, the fans had probably gone back to their camp outside.

He took a quick shower, changed into his pajamas, and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

Tomorrow night's game is between Scotland and Luxembourg. Both teams are evenly matched and the situation that happened tonight will definitely not happen again.

In his sleep, Bagman dreamed that he always won the bet and earned more gold galleons than he could spend in several lifetimes.

But while he was having this beautiful dream, he always felt cold all over.

In his dream, he looked down and found that his clothes were gone and there was a thin layer of frost on his skin.

Nightmare, it must be a nightmare.

Suddenly there was a "pop" and Bagman was awakened.

He sat on the bed and stared blankly at his wet clothes.

Not a dream?

Just as he got out of bed and was about to change his clothes, he happened to be face to face with an iron skull mask emitting a cold and sinister light.

"Ah!" he screamed and punched.

The iron skull mask moved to the side and then actually started talking.

"You finally woke up, Ludo."

Bagman's pupils, which had been dilated with fear, suddenly shrank as if he recognized the deep, hoarse voice.

"Don't be so nervous. I won't hurt you."

The iron skull mask slowly stepped forward. It was not some scary supernatural event, but a figure in a black robe.

The man took off his mask, and Bagman began to tremble with fear.

"You...you're already dead, aren't you? How...how can you still be alive?"

The man put the mask back on, "Dead? Ludo, you are still as naive as ever."

Bagman didn't even dare to breathe. "You...you're still alive. Then why...why did you come to me?"

The man snorted, "Because you know our secret, Ludo."

Secret? What secret do you know?

Bagman suppressed his inner confusion and pretended to be calm. "No matter what I know, I swear, I will never tell anyone."

"Huh..." The man sneered, "Ludo, after what happened 13 years ago, do you think we will trust anyone?"

Bagman turned his neck stiffly and looked toward the window beside the bed.

Even though he has retired for more than ten years, he never neglects to exercise.

The passage outside the staff lounge is not very long, so I should be able to escape by climbing out the window.

And he just shouted, so colleagues living nearby should be able to hear it.

Even if they are not awake yet, running and shouting can always wake them up.

"Ludo, I advise you not to act rashly--"

Before he could finish his words, Bagman leaned back, smashed the glass with his shoulder, and escaped outside.

The man did not chase immediately, but looked at the broken window quietly, "Ludo, you still love gambling as much as before."

The passage outside the lounge,

Bagman ran like crazy, shouting, "Help! Help! There are criminals invading!"

As he shouted, he felt more and more uneasy.

If it were a normal situation, everyone would have woken up long ago.

However, he was almost at the gate at the end of the passage, but no one responded to him.

He thought of the other person's identity, and his inner fear and anxiety quietly reached a peak.

But when he grabbed the door handle of the exit, all he felt was relief at having survived the disaster.

Through another passage behind this door, he could reach the auditorium outside.

The special team of the Ministry of Magic responsible for night patrols are all elites among the elites, and that man is definitely no match for them.

Bagman didn't think twice before pulling the door open.

But the next second, he sat down.

"Ludo, you lost the bet again."

The man was actually already outside the door, and there were even two dark shadows wearing the same mask standing behind him.

Bagman's face turned pale and he banged his head heavily on the floor. "Please... please don't kill me... I promise... I promise I won't tell anyone anything..."

He closed his eyes tightly and never raised his head. "If you don't believe me... I can... I can make an unbreakable oath with you..."

"Hehe——" Two cold laughs came from behind the man in front of him.

"Don't worry, Ludo, we won't kill you."

The man squatted down, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, "After all, we have known each other for a while, but I may have to wrong you for a while."

Bagman looked up with confusion in his heart, and then he suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body.

"You...what exactly do you want to do..."

The man leaned over and whispered in his ear: "We are back now, what else can we do?"

Bagman's face was filled with astonishment, and he slowly closed his eyes.

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