Bagman initially thought he had misheard, until Fred stuffed the money bag into his hand, at which point he suddenly felt an urge to burst into tears.
He talked until his mouth was dry, but he finally succeeded in convincing the two extremely suspicious children to believe him.
"Okay, which team are you planning to bet on?"
The twins smiled and watched him. "Bulgaria team."
Bagman nodded. "Bulgaria is 0.2 to 1. You have no objections, right?"
These odds...
After all, even a fool knows which team to bet on, so it's okay if the odds are a little low.
After finalizing his bet, George asked curiously, "Mr. Bagman, what are the odds for the Peruvian team?"
"1 to 10." Bagman grinned broadly. "Kids, it's not too late for you to regret it now."
"No, we won't regret it."
He put away his money bag with great regret, saying, "This is such a pity. If the Peruvian team pulls off an upset, that's thousands of Gold Galleons."
The twins blinked their big eyes and watched his performance quietly.
Only a gambling addict would choose to gamble on low-probability bets. Smart people either don't gamble at all, or if they do, they gamble on bets with a higher chance of winning.
Bagman coughed somewhat awkwardly, "We will adjust the odds in real time according to the situation of the match. The high odds of 1 to 10 may only be available in the period before the match starts."
The twins shook their heads with firm eyes.
That might fool other kids, but trying to fool the clever and witty Weasley Twins? Dream on!
Bagman felt a little guilty under the gaze. "Since you've made your decision, I won't say anything more."
He waved gently to the two of them, "You can come to me anytime to claim your prize after the competition."
After saying that, he strode towards the VIP box, looking like he was running away.
He couldn't fool the two kids no matter how hard he tried, and no matter how thick-skinned he was, he didn't want to stay any longer.
He had only taken a few steps when the twins behind him cheered loudly.
"Great! Now we have 120 Gold Galleons!"
"Although we won a few less games, we can just bet on a few more."
Bagman stumbled and ran into the VIP box without looking back.
It's just 20 Galleon; he's not someone who can't afford to lose.
As long as the twins keep buying, he has plenty of opportunities to win it back.
On the other side,
When the twins returned to their private room, they found that Fudge had actually come over.
He's alone, fine, but why did he bring his pet along?
The sight of that giant, talking pink toad gave them both goosebumps the moment it opened its mouth.
"Mr. Black, I didn't realize you had such a wide social circle."
Sirius Black casually replied, "I prefer being with children."
Umbridge didn't want to make a fool of herself, so she quietly retreated behind Fudge.
After a barrage of meaningless pleasantries, the two annoying people finally left.
The twins cheered immediately, "We won! The minister ran away with his pet!"
Seeing Molly approaching aggressively, the two of them quickly ran away, one on each side.
To be fair, Umbridge really is like Fudge's pet.
If anything happens, she'll definitely be the first to pop up and bark a few words.
Based on everyone's reactions to her, Fudge will adjust his strategy accordingly and eventually find a balance.
The British Ministry of Magic's current "glory" is certainly inseparable from the combined efforts of these two.
No matter how big the private room was, and no matter how fast the twins ran, they were eventually caught by Molly.
She grabbed one ear with each hand and began her lecturing.
It took a full half hour before the twins were finally released, looking dejected.
However, they quickly regained their spirits because the match was about to begin.
9 p. m.
Bagman's rough, loud voice was Sonorus and Dartmoor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"
The advertisement that was playing on the Magical Projection instantly switched to the backstage lounge of the contestants.
The Bulgaria and Peruvian teams are ready to go, both posing confidently for the cameras.
"It's him!" Ron pointed at Viktor Krum on the screen. "Harry, he's the World's Number One Seeker!"
As a fellow Seeker, Harry had certainly heard of Viktor Krum's reputation.
Ron was incredibly excited. "He's using Firebolt too!"
Harry didn't need any prompting to see the conspicuous Firebolt in Viktor Krum's hand on the huge light screen.
If Draco were here, he would definitely deliver a sarcastic remark.
But they are professional players after all, so comparing them is really going too far.
The fans in the stands erupted in cheers, and then the Magical Projection went dark.
Bagman's voice rang out again. "Enough talk, let's welcome both players to the stage!"
A huge meteorite suddenly crashed onto the grass in the middle of the field. Amidst the realistic explosion effects, the Bulgaria team members rode onto the field one by one, emerging from the flames on Firebolt.
Suddenly, a huge dark shadow loomed over the entire stadium.
Under the cover of night, something seemed to be coming.
"Roar!!!" A deep and powerful voice suddenly rang out.
More than 300,000 wizards simultaneously looked up at the dark night sky.
"Roar!!!" With a roar, a huge brass-colored head pierced through the clouds and appeared before everyone's eyes.
"It's the Fire Dragon!" a fan sitting at the very top recognized it.
But he soon became doubtful again.
The largest fire dragon in the Wizarding World is Ukrainian Ironbelly, which can only grow to a maximum of fifty feet, and it is nowhere near as large as the behemoth in the sky that slowly reveals half of its head.
"Could this be a special effect of Magical Projection?"
"Merlin's beard! The effect is so realistic!"
Just then, the enormous creature in the sky opened its massive mouth.
Its teeth emitted eerie black smoke, as if they were carrying deadly poison.
"Roar!!!" it roared, spewing out a cloud of poisonous mist that enveloped the entire stadium.
Even though everyone knew it was an illusion, they still instinctively covered their noses and mouths.
The dense toxic fog extended all the way outside the stadium, allowing fans who were initially disappointed to experience the immersive effect of the Magical Projection.
With everyone unable to see anything, the roar of the fire dragon echoed once again from the center of the arena.
The sound drove away the poisonous fog, and everyone was finally able to see the fire dragon's appearance clearly.
It has a terrifying height that overlooks the entire stadium, smooth brass-colored scales, a black spine that extends from its neck to its tail, and a pair of fierce eyes beneath its long horns that are unbearable to look at.
"It's Peruvian Vipertooth!"
Everyone recognized it.
"Roar!!!" Another cloud of poisonous fog covered the entire area.
This time, the poisonous fog was not as dense as before, and everyone could vaguely see a few blurry figures in mid-air.
No further introduction is needed; they are the other team in tonight's match, the Peruvian team.
As the poisonous fog slowly dissipated, the fire dragon in the center of the field had long since disappeared, leaving only the two teams poised to attack in mid-air.