Dumbledore's Title Might Be in Jeopardy

Even though the Minister for Magic was her brother's former subordinate, Veratia still didn't consider herself the Empress Dowager of the Austrian Ministry of Magic.

She followed all the required procedures without exception.

After she changed into Muggle attire and emerged from the office, Cassandra couldn't help but complain, "I still don't understand. Ms. Rosier is clearly a key member of the Saints, so why are you going through all these procedures? I don't think she'll hold you accountable for neglecting your duties, will she?"

"I need to correct you, Cass."

Veratia held up a finger and corrected her, saying, "First of all, Ms. Rosier is just a former Saints; she has completely severed ties with Gellert Grindelwald —while I have no connection to Saints whatsoever. I'm just an innocent girl with no connections, studying in Britain."

"Secondly, even if we are very familiar with each other, that's no reason for me to be willful, Cass," Veratia continued. "Mr. Malfoy should have taught you what it means to separate public and private matters."

"Hmph." Cassandra snorted softly, but said nothing more.

After leaving the tent where the Austrian Ministry of Magic was temporarily staying, the three of them first returned to their own tent.

"Veratia!"

Upon seeing Veratia, Hermione jumped for joy and hopped over to her side.

"It's been so long since I've seen you!" she said, tilting her head back with great affection. "How have you been at the Austrian Ministry of Magic? Has anyone been bullying you?"

"Nobody bullied me, Hermione." Veratia reached out and gently stroked the back of Hermione's head. "They didn't have any reason, did they?"

"Oh, right," Hermione finally said awkwardly.

Nearby, Harry, with his arm around Ron's shoulder, said casually, "Hey guys, you'd never guess who the Minister for Magic in Austria is."

"Who?" Ron glanced at Veratia and asked in surprise, "Could it really be Miss Grindelwald?"

"How could that be?" Harry glanced sideways at Ron. "Speaking of which, you know this Austrian Minister of Magic —remember the Lady who transformed into that teacher to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts in our second year?"

"The one with the Inferi?" Ron thought for a moment. "Ms. Rosier. Vera Rozier, right? But who was she impersonating with Polyjuice Potion...? I feel like I can't quite remember."

You know what, that person... it seems like nobody really remembers him.

"Lockhart," Percy said, walking over absentmindedly, a pair of large black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. "The bestselling author, the one who was actually found to be a complete idiot."

"Oh, right," Ron said, "I remember now, Gilderoy Lockhart, the one with the really greasy smile, the one Mom loved..."

Before he could finish speaking, a ball of yarn flew from somewhere and hit Ron on the nose.

Ron was about to protest when he saw his furious mother.

Knowing the situation was right, he immediately obeyed and obediently chose to keep quiet.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be something that can be solved with just a ball of yarn.

"Let's go for a walk," Ron cleverly changed the subject. "It's almost dinnertime, let's go out and find something to eat—Dad already said we're on our own for dinner, and I don't think Mom will want to cook for us anyway."

In fact, Ron was right. Mrs. Weasley didn't plan to cook; she intended to have a small get-together with some old friends, drink some beer, and chat for a while.

The group pulled the reluctant Percy out, and as Harry passed Bill and Charlie, the two Weasley brothers each put a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked up, puzzled.

The two didn't say anything, but simply gave Harry a thumbs up.

This kid is really amazing.

They both saw it; those two incredibly beautiful girls were looking at Harry with such affection in their eyes.

The biggest problem is that the atmosphere between the two girls is surprisingly harmonious, which they just can't understand.

That's understandable; Veratia and Cassandra would never show any hostility towards each other in front of outsiders.

As I reached the door, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared outside.

"Hello, children," he asked with a smile. "Is this the Weasley family's tent?"

"Yes," Bill stepped forward as the eldest son. "I am William Weasley, the eldest son of Arthur Weasley. May I ask what business you have with my father?"

Bill's real name is William; Bill is just his nickname, just like Ron's real name is Ronald.

"I am Ludo Bagman," the middle-aged man said with a smile, and only then did everyone realize his identity.

Ludo Bagman was clearly the most eye-catching person in the entire camp; even if Dumbledore appeared there in his star-and-moon dressing gown, he wouldn't be a fraction of Ludo's presence.

He was dressed very appropriately in a long Quidditch robe with wide yellow and black stripes, and a huge wasp was printed on the chest like ink splashes.

It was clear that he was dressed exactly like a real bee, except that he didn't have a long stinger on his rear end.

However, it's also clear that he used to be physically strong, but now he's starting to decline – his robe is stretched tightly over his big belly, and you can imagine that when he represented Britain in Quidditch Match, his belly certainly wasn't so big.

His nose was flat, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and rosy complexion made him look like an oversized boy.

From the moment Harry first saw Mr. Bagman, Harry even thought that Dumbledore" Old Bee" might be in jeopardy.

"Ludo! Ludo!"

Weasley's voice came from afar, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice, just in time to see Mr. Weasley running towards them like a gust of wind.

"Aha!" Bagman raised his hand and waved it high, shouting happily.

He walks with a bouncy gait, as if his feet are on springs. The way he hops and waves his arms makes him look like he could eat a general's seaweed and egg drop soup.

"Arthur, Old Pal," he said, panting, as he approached Mr. Weasley, "What a beautiful day, isn't it? Absolutely fantastic! Where else can you find weather like this! There certainly won't be a cloud tonight...the preparations are going perfectly...I have nothing to do!"

No sooner had they finished speaking than a group of haggard-looking Ministry of Magic officials rushed past them.

In the distance, there were signs that someone was playing with fire magic, with purple sparks shooting up more than twenty feet high.

"Hello, Mr. Bagman, hello."

Percy stepped forward and extended his hand to shake hands with Ludo Bagman —although he didn't particularly like Mr. Bagman's relaxed demeanor, it didn't mean he didn't want to make a good impression.

After all, he is the Head of Department of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

"Oh, right," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "This is my son Percy ... who just started working at the Ministry of Magic —this is Fred —no, George, sorry—that's Fred — Bill, Charlie, Ron —my daughter Ginny —this is Ron's friend, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter ...and Harry's girlfriend...well, friend—girlfriend, Cassandra Malfoy and Miss Grindelwald Verathea Grindelwald."

Upon hearing Harry's name, Bagman showed a slight surprise, his eyes immediately sweeping over the scar on Harry's forehead, something Harry was already quite used to.

Upon hearing the surnames Malfoy and Grindelwald, Mr. Bagman was even more surprised, especially by the surname Grindelwald ...

But as a seasoned veteran of the Ministry of Magic, he certainly knew what he shouldn't ask and what he shouldn't ask.

"Let me introduce you all," Mr. Weasley continued, "This is Ludo Bagman. You know who he is; we got this wonderful box thanks to him—"

Bagman smiled broadly and waved his hand, as if to say that it was nothing.

"Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur?" he asked eagerly, rattling the pockets of his yellow and black robe, which seemed to be full of gold coins. "I've convinced Roddy Ponte to bet with me that Bulgaria will score the first goal—I've given him very high odds because I've considered that Ireland's number three striker is the best I've seen in years—and Agatha Tims Jr. has staked half her Eel Farm stock on the bet that the game will last a week."

"Oh... alright then," said Mr. Weasley, "Let me think... shall I bet a Galleon on Ireland to win?"

"One Galleon?" Ludo Bagman seemed a little disappointed, but quickly regained his interest. "Very good, very good... Anyone else want to bet?"

"They're too young to gamble," Mr. Weasley said. "Molly wouldn't allow it—"

"We're betting thirty-seven Galleon, fifteen Sickle, and three Knut," Fred said, as he and George quickly pulled out their money. "We're betting on Ireland to win—but Viktor Krum will catch the Golden Snitch —oh, and we'll add a fake wand to that."

"Do you really want to show those junk pieces to Mr. Bagman— " Percy said in a low voice.

But Mr. Bagman didn't seem to think the fake wand was a worthless trinket at all. He took the wand from Fred's hand, and the wand squawked loudly, turning into a rubber chick. Mr. Bagman laughed heartily, his childlike face full of excitement.

"Fantastic! I haven't seen anything this realistic in years! I'll offer five Galleon for it!"

"Haha! I knew someone would recognize their value!" the Weasley twins exclaimed excitedly. "We brought so many of these toy wands this time, almost a hundred or so—hopefully we can get a good price for them here..."

"And what about you?" Mr. Bagman. Ludo Bagman glanced at Harry, then looked at Veratia.

A flash of violet light appeared in Veratia's eyes.

"Hmm—" Veratia pondered for a moment, glanced at the expectant Weasley twins, and took out one hundred Galleon from her wallet.

"I'll bet one hundred Galleon," she said with a smile. "The stakes are the same as with these two clones, Ireland wins—but Viktor Krum will catch the Golden Snitch."

Sirius was also eager to try, but he restrained himself, mindful of his role Godfather.

Forget it, forget it, I won't get involved in this... Hmm, it seems like such unreliable behavior. I need to set a good example for Harry!

Upon hearing Veratia's bet, Mr. Bagman seemed to catch his breath for a moment.

He quickly realized what was going on and said with a smile, "Alright— Miss Grindelwald's bet is unusual—perhaps I should follow your lead and bet on Ireland to win, but will Viktor Krum catch the Golden Snitch?"

Upon hearing Mr. Bagman's words, Veratia gave a meaningful smile.

"That's exactly what my Godfather advised, Mr. Bagman— "

"The Godfather?" Mr. Bagman looked up.

"Yes, Sirius Black." Veratia looked at Sirius standing next to Mr. Weasley. "He's Harry's Godfather, and also my Godfather ..."

"So that's how it is."

Mr. Bagman suddenly realized what was going on. He took out his Notebook and Quill and hastily wrote down the name of the Weasley clone, as well as Veratia's name.

Of course, he didn't forget himself.

Ludo Bagman wasn't stupid; he had certainly heard of Grindelwald, though not Veratia.

But he knew of Gellert Grindelwald's Prophecy abilities.

so...

In his view, Veratia, as Gellert's descendant, must have inherited this ability as well.

Even if there was only a one in a thousand chance, Mr. Bagman would be willing to take the gamble, let alone the fact that the probability of such inheritance is countless times greater than one in a thousand.

As for Black...

Mr. Bagman felt that he should get to know Mr. Black better after the World Cup.

"Listen to me, you two," Mr. Weasley said to the Twins, frowning. "I still don't really want you to gamble, after all—well, your mother would give you a good dressing down if she found out."

"We've grown up," the Twins said in unison.

"I also believe that a World Cup without taking a few gambles is incomplete," Veratia added from the sidelines, expressing her support.

Mr. Weasley took a deep breath.

Never mind, never mind, the kids are all grown up now...

"Don't come crying to us after you lose everything," Mr. Weasley said menacingly to the Twins.

"Don't worry, Dad, we know what we're doing," the Twins said in unison.

Seeing that the Twins were as determined as turtles swallowing a heavy weight, Mr. Weasley stopped trying to persuade them and instead asked Mr. Bagman, "By the way Ludo —is there still no news of Bertha Jorkins?"

Upon hearing Mr. Weasley's words, Sirius looked up at Mr. Bagman.

He had also heard about Bertha Jorkins' disappearance; it happened last month.

Veratia reached out and subtly pinched Harry on the back, signaling him to listen carefully to the story of Bertha Jorkins' disappearance.