"Merlin's beard is really hard to find here."

Fred looked around at the simple environment in the tent and looked at his friend in confusion, "Don't tell me, you've been living here in the past few days?"

"Don't be stupid Fred, Albert likes to enjoy life more than you, how could he sleep here." George felt that Fred's words sounded stupid, and handed Albert the parchment that Sirius asked them to hand over.

, by the way, the topic was brought back to the reason why the two came to find Albert.

"Did you ask Sirius to help you place your bet?"

When George saw that Albert was looking at the parchment carefully and had no intention of answering, he knew that the other party was acquiescing.

There are some things that you just need to know in your heart, there is no need to mention them explicitly.

George continued: "We placed a bet on Ludo Bagman, as did Black, that Ireland would win the game and score first, but that Viktor Krum would catch the Snitch..."

"Besides, after the game, the score between the two sides will not exceed thirty points." Fred grabbed George's words and continued.

"How many times?"

"What?" Fred didn't react for a moment.

"Eight times." George said immediately.

"Ludo Bagman has lost a lot of Galleons recently." Albert took out a pen from his pocket and began to make notes on the parchment. He said without looking up: "He is looking for the goblin from Gringotts."

We borrowed a large sum of Galleons, and I guess we can't pay it back."

"You mean..." George frowned deeply, obviously understanding the meaning of Albert's words, "Is he planning to default on the bill? No wonder I thought his reaction just now was a bit strange."

"The goblins will not let Bagman default on his debt." Fred shook his head, "They are not house elves."

"No, you didn't understand what Albert meant." George raised his hand and interrupted, "He means that Bagman may waste our Galleons. Of course, there are also the Goblin's Galleons."

"Can you guys speak normally?" Fred felt that he couldn't keep up with the two people's thinking patterns. He and George were obviously twins, so why could George understand it but he couldn't?

"The Irish team's mascot is the leprechaun. They like to scatter magic gold coins on the pitch after their performances." Albert added.

"The Leprechaun's gold coins do look a lot like Galleons. Do you think Bagman might use the Leprechaun gold coins to fool us?" George frowned and considered a countermeasure.

"As long as we check the gold coins immediately after receiving them, Bagman shouldn't be able to fool them easily." Although Fred had never seen the leprechaun's gold coins, he believed that Bagman wouldn't be able to fool them if they were alert.

Fool them.

"Lee Jordan's tent is nearby. You can stop by him later and tell him about this." Albert took a sip from his teacup and warned, "You haven't seen him yet.

Family!”

"It seems that you have gained a lot!" George couldn't help but sigh at Albert's method of making money, "But Bagman deserves it."

After learning from Albert that Bagman would fool him with fake gold coins, Fred and George's last bit of sympathy for Bagman disappeared.

"He is too good at gambling and has lost too many galleons. He will definitely not be able to repay the debt owed by the goblin, and he will probably choose to run away in the end." Albert reminded: "If you want to get the money,

It has to be before he still has money, otherwise you will never get a Knut from Bagman."

"Looks like the situation is worse than we thought." George muttered quietly, "I'll mention it to Lee Jordan."

"Then...see you tonight!"

Before leaving the tent, Fred suddenly turned around and asked: "By the way, you seem to be very optimistic about the magazine founded by Blake?"

"Because people need it!" Albert said with a smile.

After the Weasley brothers left, Albert continued to flip through the parchment in his hand. For a moment, he seemed to remember something, called the house elf Bit over, took out a glass bottle from the deformed lizard skin bag and handed it to the house elf.

, there are black beads in the glass bottle.

Albert lowered his voice and told the house elf what to do tonight.

Bit looked at the glass bottle in his hand uneasily, but nodded and said he would finish it.

"Oh, by the way, after watching the game tonight, we will leave here immediately. There is no need to pack up this tent, just throw it here. Then you can just apparate and leave with the suitcase, and your hand

That thing is a gift left for those troublesome dark wizards. Remember to spread it out so that no one will suspect us."

"I understand Master." The house elf Bit bowed slightly and went back to make preparations before leaving.

Albert put away the revised parchment and returned to the box, telling Catherine and Valeria about leaving overnight tonight.

As for whether the two of them would leave with them, that was not something he could decide.

…

"After the game, shall we go home?"

Nia held Albert's hand and followed the crowd for a walk in the forest. They had walked this road several times and were fairly familiar with the environment here.

"How about the third-place game, don't you want to watch it?" Katrina knew that Albert had tickets for the third-place game, and the price of first-class tickets was not cheap.

"I have already asked someone to help sell the tickets for the third place game." Albert looked at the crowd in front and said calmly: "After tonight, there will probably be martial law here."

"It seems that the situation is really bad. How did you know that something would happen tonight?" Valeria was curious about where Albert got the news.

"Don't you know he's a prophet?" Katrina muttered.

"Prophet?"

Both of them looked at Albert, "You are definitely not a bad divination person."

After a short period of silence, Kathleen suddenly asked: "During the potion championship, did you cheat through the prophecy?"

"You think I need to cheat?" Albert asked.

"Prophecies are really unreasonable." Valeria looked at Albert with ardent eyes. No wonder Albert could always guess which team would win.

This time at the Quidditch World Cup, they won a large amount of money through betting. Although they had to share a share with someone, the gold coins they earned were still considerable.

"What did you predict?" Catherine asked.

"The flame, the dark wizard, and the dark mark." Albert said in a low voice.

"What is the Dark Mark?" Valeria and Katherine did not understand Voldemort's mark.

In fact, today's young wizards don't know much about the Dark Mark.

No way, compared to the first Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, Voldemort's reputation only spreads in Europe, and most of his followers stay in the United Kingdom. Unlike Gellert Grindelwald, who has a wide range of supporters,

Naturally, no one told Catherine and Valeria not to call Voldemort by his first name, and no one told them what the Dark Mark was.

"I suggest you read tomorrow morning's Daily Prophet." Albert made a shushing gesture, indicating that they should not discuss this topic here.

"Can't it be mentioned?"

"British wizards are very taboo about talking about this matter. You will know it by reading the newspaper tomorrow."

After arriving at the top floor and separating, Albert and the others entered the acquaintance box and found that there were already many acquaintances here.

Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys were all in the same box. Fred and George waved vigorously at Albert, and Harry was chatting with a house elf. Hermione didn't know why.

Looking very angry.

In the corner of the back row, there was a house elf, who seemed to be occupying a seat for his owner, but Albert knew that Crouch senior would not come to watch the finals, because the empty seat was actually reserved for Crouch junior.

To be honest, Albert wanted to secretly pull off the opponent's invisibility cloak and give the audience in the box an unexpected surprise. He firmly believed that this would be more sensational than who won the Quidditch World Cup, and he also believed that Fudge would definitely

Excited, the Dementor gave Crouch a kiss.

However, now is not the time. Crouch Jr. is still useful. Albert finally endured it. If he kills people, he will not be able to squeeze out panel tasks in the later stage.

"What's wrong?" Isobel noticed Albert's mood changes.

"Nothing." Albert shook his head.

She didn't think it was nothing. She followed Albert's gaze just now and looked at the empty seat next to the house elf. She couldn't help frowning and thinking, but Isobel had no intention of continuing to delve deeper. After sitting down, she started talking to Katrina.

At this time, people began to enter the box again, and Minister of Magic Fudge led the Bulgarian minister in.

The two reached out to gesture to each other and spoke to each other in a language the other did not understand.

Well, at least Fudge doesn't understand Bulgarian, and the Bulgarian minister may not understand English.

If you don't use English to communicate with Fudge, you are probably just making fun of Fudge.

Coming behind the two people was the Malfoy family. Lucius Malfoy seemed to have had some unpleasant interactions with the Weasley family.

At least, after a few brief chats, the expression on Mr. Weasley's face was unnatural.

The Bulgarian minister who was originally sitting in the front row stopped making fun of Fudge and started chatting with Albert, who was sitting behind them.

The people in the box had strange expressions, and Fudge was no exception, because he found that Albert was actually chatting with each other in fluent Bulgarian, and the two seemed to know each other and were very familiar with each other.

Speaking of which, does this guy have such a wide range of friends?

Do you even know the Bulgarian Minister of Magic? Those who didn’t know it thought you were a pure-blood.

Fudge suddenly understood why the British youth representative of the Wizengamot turned out like that last time.

"I should have asked you to translate for me just now. This kind of thing is usually handled by Barty Crouch. You should know Barty!"

"How many times have we met?" Albert looked at the new friend in front of him again and asked in fluent Bulgarian: "Mr. Obalonsk should understand English!"

"I understand, but I think it's more fun this way." The Bulgarian minister shrugged, without any embarrassment at all being exposed, "Besides, that guy thought I didn't understand English, so he didn't have much scruples when speaking. By the way, you

Who do you think will win tonight?"
To be continued...