DNF Meets Harry Potter

And Harry, is his chance...

There is no reason for him. As the fourth warrior who emerged suddenly and whose identity is somewhat shaken, Harry is the least favored. Therefore, if he wins the championship, the odds are also the highest...

Mr. Lu Xun once said that if capital has 50% profit, it will take risks. If it has 100% profit, it will dare to trample all the laws of the world, and if it has 300% profit, it will dare to commit a crime. Commit any crime, even risk being hanged...

Gambling...One seven is seven, two seven forty-eight...three eight...three eight

emmm, this profit Carl is a bit hard to calculate...

If Harry could win the championship, the profit would be beyond words for him. How could Bagman, a gambler who desperately needs a large capital turnover, be able to bear it?

Take advantage of the convenience of the position, and no one can see it with a little hand and foot...

However, Carl felt he was going to lose everything this time. The thigh is right in front of my eyes, I don’t want to hug, I just want to take risks and play with flowers...

But soon, he dispelled this idea. Because after Bagman came back, he also graciously invited him...

"Mr. Harris, can we talk about it?

Miss Delacour, Mr. Krum would also ask you to wait a moment. I will communicate with every warrior... This is the gold medal reporter Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet who specifically asked me..."

Bagman tidyed up his clothes and stretched out his hand towards him with a smile. He didn't have much reaction when he mentioned the words Daily Prophet and Rita Skeet, and he was still calm and calm.

Carl tilted his head, he didn't believe a word of Bagman's words, and as for the invitation of Fleur and Krum, it was nothing more than to hide.

And they will definitely not accept...

Sure enough, after hearing the name Rita Skeeter, Fleur and Krum looked very green. They did not forget how the unscrupulous reporter scam them in the newspaper, and the most terrible thing was their head. Headlines.

It is really embarrassing to be thrown abroad.

"Mr. Bagman, I don't think this is necessary..." Furong dryly rejected Bagman's invitation, and Krum also shook his head slightly to indicate that he was not interested.

"That's a shame! Rita will be very sad..." Bagman sighed with regret, but the smile quickly returned to his face: "Then Mr. Harris, are you interested? "

"Of course!" Carl accepted his invitation very positively, and then followed him out of the tent.

"Karl, have you figured out a countermeasure against the fire dragon?" Bagman lowered his voice, looking at Karl as if he was looking at the God of Wealth:

"I don't mind sharing something, if you need it, you know... I mean," Bagman drew closer, his voice lowered, "You are most likely to win the championship... if If you need my help, just speak up, you have to remember that this is for the entire English magic world..."

"Mr. Bagman, are you telling the truth?!" Carl's big eyes instantly turned into a crescent-shaped smile, but his expression soon became worried, "But it's cheating! OK?!"

"No one will know, Carl!"

Bagman blinked at him quietly, and his tone became more eager. He looked at Carl's tender, slightly worried face, as if he had seen the mountains piled by Jin Jialong!

It is a pity that Karl sees him that way too.

"Is it all right?"

"Of course, as long as I can do it!"

"Okay!" Carl suddenly became serious. "Then I want you to make one-third of the profit on the market, can you agree to it?"

Hearing this, Bagman was instantly dumbfounded. He held his chest and backed a few steps, and if it wasn't for Karl finally pulled him, he would almost sit on the ground.

"Carl, why don't I understand what you are talking about..." Bagman took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, squeezing out an ugly smile.

"I also played a gambling on Quidditch World Cup, but I was not very lucky, and lost one hundred gold gallons... But I heard that Mr. Bagman doesn't seem to be very lucky?"

Karl took out a Jin Jialong in his pocket and played with it boredly.

"So..." Bagman took a deep breath. "You all know?"

"I don't know exactly..." Carl nodded at him. "But the prize money in the Triwizard Tournament is too small. Dumbledore lied to me again, so I had to find some extra money.

Would you mind telling me, maybe we can cooperate..."

After that, Carl gently tossed the gold coin into the air, and when it fell into his hands again, it had already become a crystal trophy with soft white light.

Bagman's pupils shrank. As a referee, he certainly understood what it was—the championship trophy that represented the highest honor.

"For the last time, I will have a large sum, and I will never touch it again..."

Bagman gritted his teeth, his eyes gradually became extremely firm, and he slowly began to talk about the past.

"The World Quidditch Cup is a world-class event, and Quidditch fans all over the world will gather together...

The difference between the Bulgarian team and the Irish team's strength is too great. In the eyes of discerning people, you can tell the result at a glance, but who would have thought..."

"You are playing off, so you put your hope for the rest of your life on the Triwizard Tournament?" Carl grinned, and now I want to come to his 100 Jin Jialong to lose unjustly.

Isn't this, will you come back soon?

Bagman nodded slowly, and then continued: "You are different from Harry. You are a warrior selected by the Goblet of Fire in a normal state. You are also named the youngest warrior. Many people are optimistic, so the odds are not too high."

"Then why are you looking for Harry? You don't think you can give me something to beat me?" Karl frowned, suddenly feeling a little puzzled.

"You are all warriors representing Hogwarts, but what if neither Dea Strong nor Boothbatten ranks higher?"

The corners of Bagman's mouth rose slightly.

Carl nodded and suddenly realized that this guy wanted Harry to raise the odds, and then took the opportunity to take the opportunity to take it all.

"If you two can win first and second places in all three games, then we can ruin 90% of gamblers!"

Bagman took a deep breath, this time he really planned to go all the way to the dark.

"Yes, it's easy! But I want 50% of the profit!" The smile on Karl's face grew brighter, "I have a way to make Harry crush Krum and Fleur!"

"This can't work!"