The Fool Wins Big!
Sirius stood at the front of the table taking bets on the Transylvania Team.
Harley stood obediently behind him, like his little sidekick.
After making his decision earlier, Sirius had wanted to go straight to Ludo, but Harley had stopped him.
Considering how much they wanted to bet this time, Ludo definitely wouldn't be able to cover it, and there was a good chance a private bookmaker would run off with their money.
So after Harley talked it through, Sirius ultimately chose a betting table backed by the official Gringotts operation.
After all, they had deep pockets and businesses all over the world. They weren't likely to run away;
and when it came to goblins, a nonhuman race, the Ministry of Magic had signed magical contracts with them. They were unlikely to break a contract, either—the consequences would be too much to bear.
At that moment, the young goblin in charge of the Transylvania Team's table looked as if he'd just seen the Chosen One.
"Mr. Black, you mean... you want to bet on the Transylvania Team, right?"
"I heard you. I heard you loud and clear!"
The smile on the young goblin's face was practically spilling over. He suddenly grabbed Sirius's hand and bounced up and down excitedly.
Sirius frowned and yanked his hand free.
But the young goblin didn't mind. To a greedy race like goblins, Black was practically family—like a parent!
"How would you like to place your bet? The exact score, the general score range, how long the match will last, the number of goals scored by individual players, who will catch the Golden Snitch..."
"You can bet on any of those, and our experts will calculate the odds!"
"The more conditions you choose, and the more specific they are, the higher