Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 256 Winning!

Sirius stood at the front of the table where bets were placed on Transylvania.

Harry seemed to be Sirius's follower, standing obediently behind.

After making the previous decision, Sirius immediately wanted to go to Ludo, but was stopped by Harley.

Considering that the bet they want to place this time is huge, Ludo will definitely not be able to take it, and the private banker is also likely to escape.

So after Harry's analysis, Sirius finally chose the officially endorsed handicap with Gringotts as the dealer.

After all, the family has a big business and has industries all over the world, so it is not easy to escape;

For non-human races like goblins, the Ministry of Magic has also signed a magical contract with them. So they are unlikely to default because they cannot afford the price.

At this time, the young goblin in charge of the Transylvania team seemed to see the savior:

"Mr. Black, you're saying... you're going to bet on Transylvania, right!"

"I heard it, I heard it clearly!"

The smile on the young elf's face almost spilled out of her cheeks. It grabbed Sirius' hand fiercely and jumped up and down crazily.

Sirius frowned and pulled his hand out forcefully.

But the young goblin didn't care. For a race of goblins that are greedy for money, Black is now his parents and relatives!

"Then how are you going to press? The exact score, the approximate range of the score, the duration of the game, the number of goals scored by a single player, who can find the Golden Snitch..."

“We can press all of these, and there will be professionals to calculate the odds!”

“The more conditions you choose and the more precise you are, the better the odds!”

Several middle-aged goblins also hurriedly walked out from the back of the venue after being notified, trotting all the way to the back of the young goblin, looking at Sirius expectantly.

At this time, a large number of wizards had gathered around to watch the fun. Many people were standing on tiptoe, wanting to see which fool had such courage.

But they couldn't eat much, because the middle-aged goblin who ran out at the end respectfully moved the table and invited the two of them to go indoors for a detailed discussion.

Harley and Black were introduced into the reception room reserved for pure-blood families and sat on comfortable sofas.

There was already lemon juice on the table, but neither of them moved.

After both parties sat down, the young goblin repeated what he had said before and looked at Sirius expectantly.

Sirius first turned to look at Harry, then looked at the note in his hand, and finally said through gritted teeth:

"We chose to press...the game ended within three hours, Transylvania caught the Golden Snitch and won!"

The goblins in the room were instantly ecstatic. This was really the God of Wealth who came to give money!

The Black family is a well-known pure-blood family with a long heritage, so the amount of bets cannot be less than 10,000!

"We can give you twenty times the odds, but wouldn't you consider betting on the point difference between the two teams?"

Under the instructions of several middle-aged goblins, the young goblins began to cheat.

"Think about it! If you pick Transylvania to be more than fifty points ahead of England, your odds can go up to twenty-five times."

"If the lead is more than 100 points, the odds can be increased to thirty times; if the lead is more than 150 points..."

The young goblin suddenly stopped talking and turned to look back.

The middle-aged goblin behind him nodded and gave it a "don't be afraid" look.

After all, the England team is so strong, and the Transylvania team is just an amateur team, how can they win?

This is the performance of the British Gringotts branch, and it must not be let go!

Moreover, it will definitely be the young goblin who will be responsible for signing the signature. Even if there is a big upset in the end, it will be the young goblin who will bear the responsibility and be punished.

Just think of it as your own good intentions and teach it a lesson!

"...We can offer forty times the odds!"

The young goblin gritted his teeth and said loudly,

"And we can sign a magical contract, a contract between the goblin race and the Black family!"

"Plus Potter." Harry suddenly said, "Since you said so, let's add one more condition."

"One hundred and fifty happens to be the number of a Golden Snitch, so let's bet a big one!"

"We think Transylvania will be more than 150 points ahead of England!"

"We place a bet..."

Harley paused, counting her assets.

The copyright rental fee for the improved version of the potion from the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association and the sales fee for the ordinary potion that he stored there for sale have all been paid.

After deducting various taxes and fees, his income was more than 20,000 gold galleons.

The Potter family's treasury can still take out another 30,000 in cash, only the gems and other precious items are difficult to cash out.

And Sirius had already said before coming that he didn't need to worry about the Black family's assets. He could pay up to 600,000 gold galleons.

And these are all cash, not counting gems, land deeds, various magic items and magic books.

Sirius waved his hand, indicating that Harry could use these assets as he pleased.

After all, he plans to stay single like this, and all these properties will belong to his goddaughter in the future!

But Harley also has to consider the affordability of the goblins themselves. If they lose too much, they may overturn the table and cannot afford to play.

Although Harley is not afraid of goblins at all, now is not the time to flip the table, and there is no need.

This is why Harley did not reveal her actual predicted score difference - 380 points, but only predicted 150 points.

On the one hand, I can push myself to bet that the Transylvanian team can catch the Golden Snitch in a short time. On the other hand, I am afraid that the goblin will cheat in the end because of the excessive odds.

After a minute of brief mental arithmetic, Harley gave the final data: "We bet..."

"Two hundred thousand gold galleons!"

As soon as the data came out, the goblins instantly became jealous!

After all, the purchasing power of Gold Galleons in the magic world is very exaggerated, and ordinary wizards don't usually have many Gold Galleons in their hands.

An employee of the Ministry of Magic like Arthur Weasley, considering that his position is the director of a relatively deserted office, only has about seventy galleons a month.

The salary level of most ordinary Ministry of Magic employees is only around sixty gold galleons. Only those directors and deputy directors can get high salaries.

But now, Harley and Sirius actually took out two hundred thousand gold galleons!

This is a huge sum of money that an employee of the Ministry of Magic like Mr. Weasley can get by working for two hundred and thirty-eight years without considering salary increases or decreases!

I am afraid that only a pure-blood family that has been passed down for hundreds of years and has not been discontinued, with a lot of opportunities and a large number of talents, can come up with such a sum of cash in one fell swoop.

Across the negotiation table, the young goblin was going crazy.

With this amount of money, even if the total amount of money required to defeat the England team reaches 10 million, Gringotts will still make a profit.

Besides, they have only pressed over 2 million so far, and Gringotts' profit from this game will be over 150,000!

They didn't give it any more thought and could no longer make a decision.

A middle-aged goblin rushed out of the room like crazy, and an elderly goblin was quickly invited.

"This is a contract, Mr. Black, Miss Potter." The old goblin said tremblingly,

"Please read it carefully. If it is correct, please both parties sign their surnames and races in the corresponding places."

As it spoke, it took out a treasure box from behind, opened the lid with trembling hands, and took out a piece of parchment tied with a hemp rope.

The old goblin carefully pulled off the hemp rope and handed the parchment, which exuded considerable magic power, to Sirius.

However, Sirius waved his hand slightly and took the initiative to let Harley take over the contract.

The old goblin looked slightly relaxed, and immediately said something to the young goblin after letting go.

The young goblin's face was filled with excitement for a moment, as if something big and happy had happened.

Harry reviewed the contract carefully, not even missing the patterns in the corners.

"Mr. Goblin, I don't know what to call you?" Harley suddenly asked.

"Just call me Granhart." the old goblin said.

"Mr. Granhart, there is something wrong with your contract." Harley squinted her eyes and looked at the contract in her hand.

"If I read it correctly, the pattern on the corner here means that the contract itself is just..."

"Cough cough cough!" Granhart suddenly coughed violently, and grabbed the contract with an agility that was not suitable for its age.

But its hand was pushed away halfway forward, and breezes were swirling around Harley, forming an invisible layer of protection.

Granhart's expression did not change at all, with a smile on his face: "I'm... I'm really sorry, Miss Potter, we seem to have got the wrong contract."

"This must have been taken from the treasure house by a goblin who just started working. It is probably not familiar with the treasure house, so it just grabbed a contract and came over."

"I'm going to change it for you right now...I'm going to change it for you right now..."

With that said, Granhart trotted out of the room. The middle-aged goblins and young goblins looked at Harry and Sirius nervously.

They were a little panicked, fearing that Harry and Sirius would just leave without placing any bets.

If the old men at the headquarters knew that they had let the money go, they would be dead!

But luckily for them, Harley and Sirius didn't do anything. Sirius didn't even have an expression, while Harley had a sneer on her face.

In less than a minute, the old goblin rushed back with a new contract.

Apparently, the goblins themselves were betting that Harry and Sirius wouldn't find out about the contract.

In this contract, the object of the bet between the Potter family and the Black family was the young goblin himself who was responsible for signing.

In this way, the goblins can ensure that even if they are upset, they only need to sacrifice the life of a young goblin to protect their own interests.

And if Harley discovers a problem here, she can just change the contract on the spot.

The contract with no problems has probably been waiting outside the room for a long time.

"Miss Potter, Mr. Black, this is the correct contract, the previous one was an accident."

The old goblin's voice became trembling again, full of a rotten atmosphere, as if her life was not long away.

"If there is no problem, let's sign the contract as soon as possible!"

But Harley is not easy to fool.

She didn't let go of the hand that held the original contract at all, and tapped the table lightly with her other hand:

"What about this contract? You want to take the initiative to deceive us. The evidence is conclusive, so let's just forget about it?"

"What are you talking about? Miss Potter?" Granhart shook his wrinkled head, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"It was just our young staff who made some small mistakes before. I wonder if you can forgive them?"

"Ha!" Harley sneered, and the invisible pressure spread instantly, filling the entire room.

The goblins suddenly showed panic. The little witch in front of them was actually more powerful than the strongest old antique goblins in Gringotts headquarters!

"What a good calculation, goblins!" Harley's hair was fluttering and her face was frosty.

"But you probably got one thing wrong. We have the initiative to sign the contract!"

"Also, although the Potter family and the Black family are not prosperous, their status in the magical world is not low!"

Harley said a few words without starting or ending, and then made a gesture to stand up.

The old goblin's expression changed instantly.

It is not that it is afraid of the threat of Harley's strength. After all, the backstage of Gringotts is very large, with the entire goblin tribe standing behind it. There are even several goblins who are as good as the Dean of Hogwarts.

In its eyes, no matter how powerful Harley is, she is just a wizard. After all, age is here, can she compare to those old men who have lived for hundreds of years?

Besides, wizards and goblins are still in a peaceful period where they can tolerate each other. Can Harley launch an action against goblins on her own? Can she bear it?

The elderly goblin, who is well aware of the nature of the Ministry of Magic's top brass and pure-blood families, is not afraid of this.

But it is afraid that it will not be able to make the current amount of money, and it is even more afraid that Gringotts Style will be harmed, resulting in the loss of more money in the future!

Granhart's attitude became more and more friendly: "Well...Miss Potter, if you have anything to discuss, I think we did make a mistake..."

Harry then sat down again and nodded: "That's about right."

After fifteen minutes of negotiation, the two parties finally finalized an agreement.

In addition to the previous agreement, as compensation for the previous intentional breach of contract, Harley has the right to ask Gringotts to create customized alchemical items for herself to repay part of the amount after losing the bet.

The goblins were very heartbroken, but there was nothing they could do about it.

After the contract was signed, Harley instantly felt an invisible shackles on her body.

"Then I won't disturb you two from enjoying the game at night," Granhart, who had just pushed the young elf aside and signed the autograph, said with a smile.

"Let's go to your Gringotts vault to transfer the gold Galleons."

It smiled very happily, as if the achievement was already in sight.

And Harley smiled.

Considering that among the entire group stage and knockout rounds of the Quidditch World Cup, this was the only game where the loss was so outrageous and the odds were so exaggerated.

So Harley simply chose to eat all at once, play big for the first time, make a fortune and run away.

There are a total of two hundred thousand gold galleons, and the odds are forty times. In other words, eight million gold galleons are already waving to Harley.

I hope the fairies won’t be too sad when the results come out tonight.

After all, that's eight million gold galleons.

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)

(ps. There is a small problem. I just suddenly discovered that in the original book, the England team did not qualify for the group stage. The loss to Transylvania should have been in the group stage, not the knockout round.)