The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Harry, I'd like to congratulate you again on your excellent performance against that Horntail," said Bagman. "It was brilliant!"

"Thank you," said Harry, who was sitting with Bagman in a tavern in Hogsmeade.And Hermione and Ron had just been persuaded by him to leave, he said he wanted to talk to Harry alone.

Harry knew Bagman wanted more than that, because he could have congratulated Harry in front of Ron and Hermione.Still, Bagman doesn't seem eager to unravel the mystery.Harry saw him glance in the mirror at the goblins across the bar, all squinting at Bagman and Harry silently with dark eyes.

"Absolutely a nightmare." Bagman noticed that Harry was also looking at the goblins, so he said in a low voice, "They don't speak English very well, they look like Bulgarians, but at least the Bulgarians can do hand gestures. The guys keep grunting and talking their turkey talk..."

He gave a low, short laugh.

"What do they want?" said Harry, noticing that the goblins were still watching Bagman warily.

"Well—well..." said Bagman, suddenly tense, "they...well...they're looking for Barty Crouch."

"Why come here for him?" said Harry. "He's at the Ministry of Magic in London, isn't he?"

"Well...to be honest, I don't know where he is." Bagman said unexpectedly, "He...he suddenly stopped coming to work. It's been two weeks now. His Assistant, young Percy says he's sick. Looks like he keeps sending owls for instructions. But you don't ever tell anyone about that, okay, Harry? The country is Rita Skeeter Ask everywhere, and she'll add fuel to it."

"Have you ever been interviewed by her?" Harry asked.

"No," said Bagman, looking tense again. "Well, what are we talking about goblins and that Skeeter guy here? I actually wanted to ask you"—he lowered his voice—" How is your research on that golden egg?"

"Um... not bad," Harry said dishonestly, he was no longer blushing about it.

Bagman seemed to know he wasn't telling the truth. "Listen, Harry," he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry about all of this...you were pulled into this Tournament by force, you didn't do it voluntarily...if..."

His voice was so low that Harry had to lean closer to hear: "If I can be of help... to give you a fitting reminder - I've developed a crush on you - you deal with that dragon Time is really brave!... It doesn't matter, you just have to say a word."

Harry looked up at Bagman's round, flushed face, and his wide, baby-clear blue eyes.But there seemed to be some emotions hidden in it, even he himself didn't know.

"We're supposed to solve the mystery alone, aren't we?" said Harry, trying to sound casual as not to sound like he was accusing the head of the Department of Magical Sports of breaking the rules - but he was already doing so Done.

"Oh .

"Did you help Cedric, too?" Harry said sharply, guessing that Bagman was hiding something that might require him to win the championship... or something else related to him.

Bagman frowned slightly. "No," he said, "I—well, like I said, have taken a liking to you. I just wanted to give you—"

"Thank you then." Harry didn't want to hear any more, he refused, "But, I think I've worked on the golden egg pretty much... for about a day."

He didn't quite understand why he'd turned down Bagman's help, but accepting Bagman's help felt more like cheating, and made him more—unhappy.

Bagman looked almost annoyed, but before he could say anything, the door of the tavern was pushed open.

January snow mixed with a gust of wind poured in through the door and swept the entire site in three seconds.The visitor was wearing a large black cloak, and under the action of the wind, he kept rushing in front of the visitor, under which he could vaguely see a capable riding suit, with a black fur-trimmed hood covering his entire face.

The man closed the door, walked past Harry and Bagman to the bar, and stepped back after two steps.

"Harry? And...Mr. Bagman?"

"What?" Harry looked up. He noticed that Bagman shrank back in his seat, but the voice sounded familiar to him.

The man showed his white palms, gestured towards the bar, and then lifted the hood of the cloak back, revealing Daniel's face. "Have you come to Hogsmeade, too? Harry. Where's Hermione and Ron?" He looked around.

"Daniel!" Harry was pleasantly surprised: "I also came to play - the two of them created a two-person space for me and Mr. Bagman."

"That's right." Daniel said, sitting next to Harry as if he didn't hear what Harry said, staring at Bagman with a half-smile.

"Has Mr. Bagman been busy lately?"

"Fortunately, Percy has done a lot, he is indeed very good." Bagman said so, showing a look of wanting to leave: "I have said what I want to say, er, I have to..." He pointed Pointing to the goblins next to him, he was stopped by Daniel just as he wanted to get up.

"Mr. Bagman, don't leave in a hurry, I think, you should be willing to answer the doubts of a Hogwarts student, right?" Daniel smiled and knocked on the table twice with his index knuckle: "Talk? "

"Okay." Bagman looked obviously unhappy, but didn't say anything.

"I don't know what Mr. Bagman thinks about the activity of "gambling"? "Harry thought that Daniel would ask questions related to the Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't expect this question to be so irrelevant.

"I haven't touched this thing." Bagman was expressionless.

"It's really strange." Daniel covered his mouth with his hands artificially, showing a surprised expression: "I thought that in a place like the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic that you are in charge of, gambling should never stop. .”

"Betting activities are usually not counted as gambling, and the official settings are very ordinary." Bagman explained a few words casually, and then stopped talking again. Harry could feel the feeling of embarrassment creeping up.

But Daniel didn't seem to notice it, and he was still smiling: "But I heard a piece of news recently. I don't know if Mr. Bagman has heard of it."

He leaned forward, his golden eyes fixed on Bagman's, the edge of the cloak was draped over the chair, and Harry could even see the faint pattern of silver thread on it.

"It is said that someone is secretly betting heavily with the four warriors of the Triwizard Tournament, not only to fill the financial hole caused by his long-term gambling, but also to appease those excited creditors." Daniel blinked his eyes lightly : "I've never been exposed to this kind of thing, but I think, if you want to get a large sum of money that you've never gotten before, investing in the most underrated warrior should be the most convenient and quickest way?"

Harry listened blankly, and before he could express his opinion on this, Bagman got up suddenly: "I don't know what you want to say."

"Let me think about it, who should have become this dark horse before?" Daniel clapped his palms as if he hadn't heard it, and said cheerfully, "It's Harry Potter!"

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