#180 - Section 180 - Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

Moreover, these 300,000 Galleons were the result of careful consideration by Ethan.

Ethan currently has just over 800,000 Galleons on him, so taking out 300,000 is completely painless.

Moreover, with such a large betting pool, even if not 100,000 wizards are here, there are still 20,000 to 30,000. Even if ordinary wizards just bet a little, it's still a considerable sum.

Ethan's 300,000 may seem like a lot individually, but throwing it in here will at most cause a small ripple.

If you add those wealthy nobles, Ethan's money will disappear in an instant.

After chatting with Fred and George for a few more words, Ethan directly led Ludo into the forest outside.

"Boss, you were impulsive just now. You this…"

Ludo was thinking about how to prevent Ethan from venting his anger on him when he ultimately failed, but he was interrupted by Ethan before he could finish speaking.

"I know what you're thinking. It's okay, I won't blame you."

"That's not what I wanted to say. This Quidditch match is likely like the Wizard Dueling Competition you and Lockhart designed at Hogwarts. Someone is manipulating the outcome of the match behind the scenes, so be careful."

"I don't want to hear news of you being chased and killed."

After speaking, Ethan didn't stop and turned to leave.

Leaving Ludo alone, stunned in place.

Originally, based on Ludo's gambling skills, he shouldn't have lost so miserably. Putting aside other things, he still had some tricks up his sleeve when it came to Quidditch, but he ended up in that state.

This can only mean that all his experience was useless in this Quidditch World Cup.

Moreover, Fudge didn't bring him along.

Chapter 225: Bet on the Opposite, Get a Villa by the Sea

"Fuck your mother, refund the money!"

A loud shout attracted everyone's attention. Even though Ethan was sitting in the upper box, he could hear the voice from the stands below.

Without a doubt, this brave soul had cast a Sonorus charm on himself, and he was quite proficient in this magic.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to unleash such an astonishing sound.

In fact, less than five minutes after the start of this game, there had been constant boos.

It's unknown what the England team did last night, but today they were all sleepwalking.

The goalkeeper really didn't block a single ball.

The Chaser didn't even touch the Quaffle in the first ten minutes.

Can you believe it?

They played worse than the Hogwarts school team.

But there really hadn't been any public questioning like this. After all, there were Ministry of Magic staff patrolling the arena to maintain order.

Casting a spell on yourself like this and shouting loudly is definitely not in compliance, and you'll inevitably be invited out for a chat.

"My grandma could play better than you!"

"CNM, this is worse than my eight-year-old grandson!"

…

With the brave soul leading the way, the audience instantly erupted. One by one, they used the Sonorus charm on themselves and shouted out their dissatisfaction.

Not only the audience on the British side, but the sounds from other places were no less intense.

Not all of these were fans of the England team. The vast majority of them had bet on the game.

Now that it had turned out like this, how could they be satisfied?

Seeing the scene, the staff responsible for maintaining order were immediately dumbfounded. Should they go talk to the guy who started the trouble?

If they didn't go, it would be their dereliction of duty.

If they did go, they might be surrounded and beaten by those dissatisfied wizards.

After thinking for three seconds, the staff responsible for maintaining order decided to retreat.

Anyway, the scene was already like this. A dereliction of duty was inevitable, so why add trouble to themselves? If they were beaten by a grumpy old man, it would be a great loss.

"As expected, you were right. This throwing of the game is too obvious."

Penelope said helplessly to Ethan, who was lying on her lap.

So far, the England team hadn't scored a single point.

This was the first-ranked team that had emerged from the qualifiers.

"Now you know that the Ministry of Magic is controlled by these ghosts!"

Ethan lost interest after watching the game for two minutes. It was obviously fake.

Then he lay on Penelope's lap, with his legs on Nagini's body, playing with Abyss above his head, passing the time.

After all, these two balls were much more interesting than the ones below.

"This must be Fudge's doing. My dad definitely didn't participate in it."

Cassandra retorted somewhat dissatisfied when she heard Ethan say this.

Although her heart was on Ethan's side, she couldn't just watch her old man being slandered like this!

"Don't mention your dad, the other department heads probably don't know about this."

Even Ludo, the referee, and the head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, who should have been the most likely to collude with Fudge, were excluded.

Not to mention the other department heads.

Especially Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Although she valued the interests of her family as much as other pure-bloods, she was relatively upright and valued honor quite a bit.

If she knew about this, she would definitely not let Fudge do this.

Those who were with Fudge were probably some of his confidants, and then some outside partners.

While Ethan and the others were chatting, the Quidditch match on the field below also came to an end.

The Transylvanian Seeker deliberately waited until the English Chaser scored a goal before catching the Golden Snitch.

The several Transylvanian players on the field, although they hadn't received any notice, knew what was going on on the other side.

There must be divisions within them. Some listened to the arrangements from above and played a fake match.

And some were unwilling, but powerless to resist, and knew they couldn't win, so they completely gave up.

As a result, it had evolved into what it was now. The game was almost over, and they hadn't scored a single goal.

They were almost shut out, and at that time, they would probably have created a history of the Quidditch World Cup.

In history, there had been shutouts in the qualifiers, but such a scene had never occurred in the finals.

Even the victors of the Transylvanian team didn't want to be recorded in history.

They hadn't not faced the England team during the qualifiers, and they couldn't beat them at all.

When they were exposed, things wouldn't be easy for them either.

So they gave them some face to avoid being nailed to the pillar of shame and implicating themselves, and had to feed the other side a goal.

"The winner of this game, the Transylvanian team!"

As the referee, Ludo quickly announced the result the moment the Golden Snitch was caught.

Looking at the cheering Transylvanian team members, and the English team members leaving in dismay, Ludo also had a complicated expression, so much so that he didn't know what to say at this moment.

Fortunately, he listened to Ethan's words and didn't go all-in on the English team.

Instead, he only took out a small portion of his Galleons to bet on the English team. After all, you still have to listen to the boss a little.

Whether his advice is good or bad, you can't ignore it.

The reason why he still bet on the English team was that he didn't think it was possible to fix the match. After all, he had participated in several Quidditch World Cups in a row and hadn't encountered such a situation.

Naturally, he didn't believe that the current Quidditch World Cup would turn out like that.

Fortunately, Ethan reminded him, otherwise, if he had gone all-in on the English team this time, his reputation would have been ruined.

Later, probably no one would hand over Galleons to him to manage, and if he wanted to continue participating in the subsequent gambling games, he would either have to borrow high-interest loans from goblins or fool new targets.

With the end of the game, Ethan and the others also walked out of the box.

After all, there was only one game on this day.

There were too many uncertainties, and no one knew how long a game would last, so after the schedule was arranged.

It was also the day after a game ended that the next one would be arranged according to the schedule.

Coming to the corridor, many wizards were also walking out of the boxes one after another.

It's just that everyone's faces didn't look very good at this moment.

There was no way, Fudge was scraping money from these wealthy people.

"Ethan, you didn't bet on the English team?"

Harry said in disbelief when he saw Ethan in the crowd.

After all, those who came out of the luxury boxes around him either had a bitter face, as if someone owed them millions of Galleons.

Or they had an angry face, as if they were going to kill someone.

Only Ethan and his group were still smiling, as if they hadn't been affected by the game just now at all.

"No, I bet on the Transylvanian team."

Ethan shrugged and said indifferently.

"How did you know they would win?"

Harry also stared at Ethan with a curious look.

He knew that Ethan didn't like Quidditch very much and didn't pay much attention to it.

As a result, Ethan's vision was even better than his own. Although he didn't get involved in gambling, he was convinced that the England team would win the championship.

He had analyzed it in detail for Sirius and Lupin the day before yesterday, but he was slapped in the face today.

"Guessing, after all, if you bet against them, you get a villa by the sea."

"What's wrong with him?"

As he spoke, Ethan pointed to the big black dog next to Harry.

He was dejected, as if he had been drained by that female dog.

"He lost 100,000 Galleons."

Harry sighed as he said this.

Although the money wasn't his, it still hurt to watch it flow out like that.

It shouldn't be!

With Sirius's wealth, 100,000 Galleons is just a drop in the bucket!

"Ethan, how much did you win this time?"

As soon as Harry said this, the listless big black dog also looked up at Ethan, obviously he was quite interested in this too.