As everyone knew, nothing spread faster in this world than gossip and entertainment news, and even the Wizarding World couldn't escape that rule.
That afternoon, word spread throughout the entire camp that Sirius of the House of Black and Harry, recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, had bet on the Transylvania Team at Gringotts.
People in the know even revealed that the two had wagered at least fifty thousand Galleons, and Gringotts had boldly offered odds of forty to one!
Many wizards had first mocked them mercilessly, figuring Sirius had gone soft in the head after doing time in Azkaban and could no longer tell which team was stronger.
And Harry, recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, might be good at magic, but she clearly knew absolutely nothing about the Quidditch World Cup.
The two of them were probably both novices, fooled by the goblins' high odds into placing a bet on the spot—and on such an unlikely outcome, too.
After all, how could anyone think England, a top-tier powerhouse that had just won seventeen straight training matches, could lose to a team from a village league like Transylvania?
The first match of the group stage was practically free points. How could they not see that?
But as everyone laughed, they suddenly started crying instead.
Fifty thousand Galleons... How long would they have to work to earn that much?
Meanwhile, those two had just pulled it out without a second thought, as if that kind of money meant nothing!
It was true what they said: sometimes the gap between people was even bigger than the gap between people and dogs!
That afternoon, with the match about to begin, the whole camp grew increasingly chaotic.
After dozens of cases of vodka, the Big Brother and Little