This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Halfway through the banquet at the temporary command center, Bagman, who received the message of the twins, quietly came outside.

The attack happened too suddenly, and the situation in the camp is getting better little by little, and it is time to claim the prize.

Bagman handed them a purse very readily.

George opened it and clicked it briefly.

150 gold gallons?

He ordered it again, and was even more surprised after confirming that he had not made the mistake before, "Mr. Bagman, you are not doing it wrong? We bet at 1.3 odds, there are 7 more Gallons and 8 more here. Sike 15 nits.”

Bagman shook his head sadly, "I'm not wrong. The attack caused the World Cup to be suspended. I don't know if the event will resume, so I prepared more bonuses."

The twins suddenly realized.

George hugged the purse in his arms, "Thank you, Mr. Bagman, you are such a good person."

If it were another dealer, he might have already run away after losing so much.

Not only did Bagmann not run away, he even gave him some bonuses due to the suspension of the event, and it was indeed right to ask him to bet.

"Fred? George?"

Vincent, who left the game early, just passed by, "Why did you come here?"

He noticed that George hugged the wallet in his arms tighter and tighter, while Fred looked frightened.

He looked at Bagman, who was a little panicked, and then looked back at the twins who were eye contact.

"You guys won't bet on football, right?"

"Ahem..." George coughed violently, "Brother, we are...in..."

Fred hurriedly found an excuse, "Care money!"

"Yes!" George quickly winked at Bagman, "Mr. Bagman borrowed us money before, and we are here to pay back the money today."

Vincent squinted his eyes and looked at the two of them, "Is that right? Actually, it's nothing to bet on football, as long as you don't indulge in it."

The twins smiled a little guiltyly.

“Gambling is really no big deal.”

"That's right, it's not a bet every day. We just use our hands to pass the time occasionally."

Fred, who said he was missing, quickly covered his mouth.

Vincent smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Forget it, you haven't lost much, right?"

George raised his proud little face and said, "Lost? buddy, we have won two games in a row. If the game continues, we will have won five games in a row."

Bagmann had a black face in an instant.

"Three, it's time for me to go back."

He turned around and walked quickly towards the temporary command center.

Vincent looked at his escaped back thoughtfully.

All British wizards know that the director of the Magic Sports Department is a veteran gambler and he is very interested in all gambling activities.

It is said that he seemed to have made a fortune some time ago. Not only did he pay off all the money he owed to his colleagues, but he also made a World Cup handicap.

It seems that I have been bad luck for half my life and I have finally gotten better recently.

Vincent didn't think much and turned his attention back to the twins.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Aunt Molly."

The twins were overjoyed, "My good buddy, I knew you wouldn't say it."

The three of them walked towards the tent together.

"How many have you won."

"50 Jin Jialong, isn't he very powerful?"

"It's almost up to their two-month salary."

Bagman was very lucky. If the game had not been suspended but continued, the little money he had made would have been lost long ago.

But his good luck is coming to an end soon.

According to the current situation in the camp, the game should continue in the short term.

Unless he can make up his mind to reform himself, he will still repeat the same mistake and become the bad gambling man who was once full of debts.

After returning to the tent, there was also a banquet here.

Vincent prefers the atmosphere here.

No need to wear a mask or be hypocritical and polite.

It feels so good to be unrestrained.

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On the morning of August 23,

After full exchanges between the International Wizards Federation, the International Quidditch Association, and the British Ministry of Magic, the 422nd Quidditch World Cup will continue tomorrow night on the 24th.

As soon as the news came out, fans from all over the world cheered.

The ban on entry and exit at the stadium has long been lifted, and there are nearly 230,000 wizards left behind, which is undoubtedly a huge reduction in pressure for the special team.

In the afternoon, St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital.

Vincent walked into the hospital with flowers and fruit baskets.

He was recognized as soon as he entered.

"Mr. Wayne, your speech at the award ceremony the day before yesterday was amazing!"

"For the happiness of future generations, we must overcome all obstacles!"

Vincent chatted with them briefly, then walked into the elevator alone to the third floor.

The corridor was deserted and there was a particularly bad smell in the air.

It smells like a white and fresh heather, and they can combine a special healing potion.

Vincent stopped in front of Ward 303 and knocked on the door gently.

"Come in."

He pushed open the door, and the Wells inside looked like a ghost.

"Wayne!?"

"What, don't you welcome me?" Vincent nodded to several other patients in the ward to show his goodwill.

He then walked towards Wells' hospital bed and placed the fruit basket on the table beside the bed.

Wells shook his head with complicated eyes, "No, I just didn't expect you to come and visit you."

Vincent picked up the empty vase at the corner of the table, "It seems that you are not very popular."

He put the flowers in his hand into the vase, "Don't be too moved, I just came here to take a look when I was bored."

Wells pulled the corner of his mouth, "What moved me? You can leave quickly after you finish reading it, don't delay others' rest."

Vincent smiled and pulled over a chair and sat down, "I've come here, sit for a while before leaving."

"Whatever you want." Wells looked particularly impatient, but the slightly raised corner of his mouth exposed his true thoughts.

The conflict between the two is big or small, and it is not small.

Vincent moved his finger and let an apple in the basket float.

The red peels peeled off from the surface in small pieces, as if there were countless invisible transparent blades in the air.

The apples that had removed the peel floated to Wells, and he said reluctantly, "The acrobatics are good."

Vincent hooked his finger and Apple came to him, "Thank you for the praise."

Wells stared at him and ate the fresh sweet and juicy apple in a few bites.

"Wayne, you..."

Vincent pointed to the fruit basket on the table, "Want to eat? Just do it yourself."

Wells picked up an orange and stuffed it into his mouth with the skin.

Vincent moved the chair with disgust.

Just eat the skin, but you still have a mouth full of juice.

After eating, Wells picked up a banana and peeled off the peel this time.

"Is the World Cup going to continue?"

"The Scottish team will play against Luxembourg in the early morning tomorrow."

Vincent stood up, "If you feel bored, go downstairs and I will install a magic projection on the public rest area."

Wells did not get up and see him off, but his face eased, "Then I will thank you for everyone."

Vincent waved his hand at him without looking back, "I'm leaving, and come to see you next time I'm bored."

"Okay." Wells said and lay back on the bed.

After waiting for a while, he found that Vincent had left long ago.

Although the contradiction is still there, there is obviously not much.

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