Protecting Veela Starts With Me

Apart from the Hogwarts teachers, everyone else in their private room was one of their own.

However, in the next half hour, it was bustling with people like a vegetable market.

Many wizards came from afar, eager to see for themselves the Stark and Granger who had saved Paris and Venice.

Italy and France have the most sorcerers.

Slughorn made several visits, constantly introducing him to his network of contacts.

Since the last attack, he has become more cautious, no longer staying at the camp or throwing parties.

If anyone was the most disappointed, it would definitely be Professor Trelawney.

We've almost finished the sherry we got last time. How am I supposed to sneak in and get some for free if you're not throwing a party?

The atmosphere reached its peak when Ludo appeared with a group of Gringotts Goblin.

The private room was packed with onlookers.

Even the Minister for Magic, Fudge, had nowhere to put his feet, struggling to look up and see.

William and the Gringotts Goblin engaged in the final round of betting.

You can bet on anything Quidditch World Cup... like who scores the first goal, the match duration, and the final score.

Anything uncertain can be gambled on, and the odds vary.

William bet on ten items.

For example, in his first goal, he beat Ireland's Troy to the goal.

The odds offered by the Goblin weren't high because Troy was very strong.

Among all sports betting options, the one with the highest odds is the match duration.

Because in the last final, Scotland and Canada battled for five days and five nights.

The Seeker were exhausted and dozed off on their brooms.

Ireland and Bulgaria... one has stronger teamwork, the other has a top-tier Seeker.

The two sides are evenly matched, with no significant difference in strength, and everyone feels that this competition will last a long time.

Among the crowd was a witch named Agatha Tims the Younger, who even bet her eel farm that the contest would last a week.

That's bad, this young lady might be homeless tonight.

William was willing to take in witches under the age of twenty who had lost money gambling on soccer and were in dire need of psychological counseling.

Of course, that's just wishful thinking, if he didn't want to be thrown off the roof.

In this betting event, William placed bets on ten items, including a staggering million Galleon.

Nobody knows where he got so much money.

After all, William had both wins and losses during this period, but overall, his winnings did not exceed 200,000 Galleon.

Where did the remaining Galleon come from?

Of course, it was when he deliberately lost that Hermione and Anne used Polyjuice Potion to reverse the situation.

The more you bet, the more you earn.

If he wins all his winnings this time, he will rake in a whopping six million Galleon. If he loses all his winnings, the million Galleon will naturally vanish like a dream, like a beautiful splash on the water.

Only Gringotts would dare to be the bookmaker and afford to run a betting operation of this scale.

Like Ludo, who was also involved in the game, but William seriously suspected he was out of money... trying to get something for nothing.

You can't gamble with this kind of person; even if you win, you'll never get your money back.

To ensure its legality, Spud Mocrech, the head of the Ministry of Magic's Goblin Liaison Office, was also present to witness the event.

This can effectively prevent one party from absconding.

This high-stakes gamble also alarmed many people, especially Malfoy, who had just been discharged from the hospital. He stood by, jumping up and down, itching to try his luck.

Although he swore he would never gamble on football again, the chance to get rich quick was right in front of him!

He was tempted again.

Malfoy made five wrong bets and lost 300,000 Galleon. Surely his luck will turn around eventually?

But the question is, which one should we bet on?

The revival of our family—it's a gamble once again!

Malfoy had no choice but to be cautious.

Narcissa looked at her somewhat delirious husband with concern.

Despite their wealth, they aren't as rich as the outside world claims. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to Azkaban hoping to seize Black's fortune.

Malfoy paid a hefty price to escape trial and avoid entering Azkaban. However, being disliked by Dumbledore made things difficult, requiring money to pave the way.

Therefore, making money has not been as easy as it used to be in the last ten years or so. Especially after Voldemort's downfall, many businesses were confiscated by the Ministry of Magic.

Malfoy spent a lot of money to become School Governor, hoping to expand his influence, but he was ruthlessly kicked out by Dumbledore.

All my investment was lost.

Over the years, Fudge in various ways. Today he donates a building, tomorrow he donates some money for poverty alleviation... and the day after tomorrow he uses Black's case to hold us accountable!

Plus, they have high household expenses and like to put on a show; they just lost 300,000 yuan recently... Even if they were rich, they shouldn't squander money like this.

Look at how many Pure-blood families have squandered their fortunes. Take the Weasley family, for example... how poor are they now?

But while Narcissa was feeling down, Malfoy had already decided to place his bet.

He decided to follow Trelawney's lead and bet on Bulgaria to win.

We're all United Kingdom, and I understand the desire for Ireland to win. But patriotism shouldn't hold us hostage.

Trelawney is forever a goddess!

After William finished placing his bets, Fudge squeezed over and greeted him like an old friend, warmly shaking his hand and asking him what was wrong.

"William Stark, Hermione Granger... you know him."

Fudge spoke loudly to the Bulgaria Minister for Magic.

The man was wearing a magnificent black velvet robe with gold trim, and he appeared to not understand a word of English.

"William, we just destroyed... cough cough, saved Venice, you know that? Venice!"

The Bulgaria minister looked at Fudge with a bewildered expression.

He sported a tuft of red hair and a sexy white mustache.

He also has a fit physique and a confident gaze, making him look like the "Bulgaria Demon King".

The Bulgaria minister suddenly understood what Fudge meant.

He touched Fudge's hand, then excitedly danced around, loudly chanting incoherently.

William didn't Bulgaria, but he managed to make out the pronunciation by listening to the sounds.

"Little sister~ meow, faker~ meow~ Billy's mom neel neel neel~"

That's the gist of the translation; William didn't know the exact Bulgaria meaning.

Anyway, he sensed a philosophical undertone.

The flavor is so strong!

Well, that certainly fits his entire impression of Bulgaria.

Fudge, looking utterly dejected, wearily said to William:

"I'm not very good with languages, so when it comes to these kinds of things, I need Barty Crouch. Ah, I can't see him anywhere."

Trene whispered in William's ear, translating. He was saying that he admired William for burning down the Albania forests.

Wait a minute... Minister Demon King, I didn't burn down the forests of Albania.

"Ah, you speak Bulgaria? That's great! And this gentleman is..."

Fudge looked at Trene with a burning gaze.

"My personal translator," William laughed.

"Could you translate for me?" Minister Fudge adjusted his hair. "Crouch isn't here; I need a private translator."

Trene turned her head and started talking to Hermione, ignoring Fudge.

She was afraid that she might lose control and gouge out Fudge's eyes to use as bubbles.

She dared to kill even Martell, let alone the Minister for United Kingdom Ministry of Magic.

Trene's attitude made Fudge a little embarrassed.

"Haha, my friend isn't very bright; he ate dragon meat when he was a kid," William said, trying to smooth things over.

Just then, a commotion arose in the distance. Everyone turned their heads.

It turns out to be an annual classic re-enactment... Malfoy versus Weasley.

However, it wasn't Mr. Weasley and Lucius; with so many people present, including various famous wizards... they couldn't afford to lose face.

So, Draco and Ron got into a fight.

Draco clearly made sarcastic remarks to Ron.

However, Ron has recently gained weight and is now in a different position in terms of physique.

Harry, with his neck stiffened and seeing that everyone was watching them, loudly tried to break up the fight.

However, the one who took sides secretly kicked Draco in the butt.

Draco's attention was entirely on Harry; he spread his legs and clamped Harry's legs tightly between them.

The three of them were entangled together, tearing at each other's clothes.

Accompanied by the Bulgaria minister's bizarre dance, the scene was quite philosophical.

The farce ended quickly.

Minister Fudge and his group returned to their private box, and the area quieted down.

As the commentator, Ludo's voice boomed like thunder, resounding throughout the entire stadium.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

The audience erupted in cheers and applause. Thousands of flags waved simultaneously, accompanied by a jumble of broken national anthems.

On the blackboard opposite them, the last line, GG (Akali's Mystery Shop - not all shops are called Akali!), has been erased, and what is now displayed is:

Bulgaria: 0

Ireland: 0.

Soon, the entire audience erupted in cheers because Miss Veela had entered the stage.

As Veela model runway team, their appearance immediately drew cheers from the audience.

One hundred Veela were already gliding onto the arena, their skin glowing with a soft, moon-like light, their hair flowing behind them even without wind.

However, the entire private room was very quiet. Roy and Iris, who were with Nicolas, were quite experienced and knowledgeable.

Having already used the Potions, they felt no excitement whatsoever; in fact, they were rather bored.

Ugh, Veela again. Nothing new. I'm tired of it.

William merely glanced at it casually; the magic had absolutely no effect on him.

To be honest, William always felt that his Safety Watch was missing a Veela.

He has face blindness and can't tell Veela apart, whether they're pretty or not, but he simply loves Fantastic Beasts.

William is as simple-minded as Newt.

Protecting the Veela... starts with me!

(Please vote for me, everyone!)