Chapter 866 Gambling is a trap of desire
All their savings were confiscated, and the twins' wailing lasted for a long time.
But no matter how miserable they screamed, Molly still didn't show any mercy.
She knew the personalities of her naughty twins too well. If she simply returned the things, they would only become more aggressive.
I stayed in my room all day tinkering with things this summer vacation, but I'm afraid I'll have to blow up the house next year.
She had to be ruthless, and she had to be ruthless.
The twins, tired of shouting, finally accepted their fate.
But it was, after all, a prank that had been painstakingly researched - a great invention that had been painstakingly researched, and that came with countless precious materials and gold galleons.
They both groaned and went to the corner of the box to count their losses.
The more I calculated, the more dizzy I felt, as if the sky was about to fall.
One hundred million...
The loss of nearly 3 gold galleons was almost enough to buy two brand new firebolts.
"No..." The twins' cries echoed throughout the box again.
Vincent, who had just sat down, shook his head.
It is better to be low-key in life. The more you show off, the more likely you are to get into trouble.
Look, someone has already paid a heavy price for this.
After a brief period of sadness, the twins reflected on their mistakes and decided to make a comeback even though they had nothing.
Fred took out five silver Sickles and three bronze Knuts from his pocket, while George took out a gold Galleon.
With this little starting capital, at most I can make a few Weasley whoosh and bang fireworks for fun.
If you want to continue researching those great inventions, you must prepare dozens or hundreds of gold galleons.
The twins began to worry about the remaining funds.
Looking for someone to borrow?
In tacit understanding, they both looked at Sirius who was telling a story to Harry.
It seems that the joke just now was a bit too much. Let’s find someone else.
Vincent, who was whispering to Hermione, turned around suddenly.
The twins blinked their pitiful big eyes hard, but he pretended not to see anything.
Alas... I can’t count on those two rich guys anymore.
Fred looked at Cedric who was sitting next to Qiu. "This kid should have a lot of gold Galleons, right? I hardly saw him spend any money."
George took a look and sighed with a look of melancholy on his face, "Don't even think about it. Ced has spent all his Galleons where they should be spent. There probably won't be much he can lend us."
Fred was puzzled. "What do you mean by where to spend the money? Is there anything that Seide needs to spend gold galleons on?"
George sighed again, "He has to go on a date with Cho."
Fred was stunned for a moment. "Ah... Rolf just graduated. It's not a good idea to borrow money from him."
If good friends don’t work, should I go find good friends?
Hermione, who had just spoken to Vincent about the main point, also turned around abruptly.
She didn't seem to understand the twins' eye hints and tilted her head with a puzzled expression.
Fred was about to mouth something to her, but Vincent pulled her back.
"They asked you to borrow money?"
Hermione understood now, "Don't look at me like that. I will definitely not be soft-hearted and lend it to them."
Don't blame your brothers and sisters for being ruthless; the twins really need to learn a lesson.
Vincent stopped looking at her with suspicion and said, "Let's get back to business. We should be able to find the clue tonight..."
After being ruthlessly rejected again, the twins had no choice but to turn their attention to a pair of wealthy sisters.
Putting aside how close their relationship is, the fact that they are all from the same twenty-eight pure-blood families would not mean they would just stand by and watch someone die without helping.
And they succeeded, Daphne and Astoria lent them 50 gold galleons each.
The twins touched the still warm start-up capital in their pockets, and a series of amazing plans suddenly emerged in their minds.
They went back to the corner and continued discussing.
"Fred, how about we breed a cute little creature this time?"
"No, George, I think we should research the automatic inkjet quill so that I can quickly earn research funds for the next project."
"Cute little creatures can also make money. The little witches in school will definitely like it."
"Tsk, only girls would like that. Automatic inkjet feather pens are a necessity. No student would refuse it."
Neither of them could convince the other, and 100 gold galleons were only enough for them to develop one project.
"Would you like to borrow some more?"
"Uh... let's just split it in half."
Although research and development can be carried out even with reduced funding, the progress will definitely be far behind.
Saving money is not an option, we must increase revenue.
The twins suddenly looked directly at each other.
"Fred, you know what I'm thinking, right?"
"Of course, George, I know you know what I'm thinking."
"So……"
"Let's go before the game starts."
The twins quietly walked out of the box.
The World Cup, which is held every four years, is so lively, so how can it be without the existence of "peripheries".
They didn't know the dealer, but when it came to betting, everyone in the British wizarding world knew who to turn to.
The box that Sirius paid a lot of money for was very close to the only VIP box. It was just a few steps forward after turning left.
"Sh ...
Bagman, who was sitting in the back seat doing nothing, heard the noise and turned to look behind him.
The Weasley kids? Why were they looking for me?
Since I'm free anyway, I might as well go over and see what they want to do.
Bagman stood up and walked outside the box. Just as he was about to ask, the twins pulled him to a small corner mysteriously.
"Hey, kids, what do you want to do to me?"
The twins quickly let go.
George lowered his voice as much as possible, "Mr. Bagman, we actually want to ask you a question."
Bagman was visibly relieved. "Ask me."
Fred cleared his throat. "Well...do you know any reliable bookmakers? We want to place a bet."
"Bet?" Bagman looked at him with a slightly scrutinizing look. "Why would a kid bet?"
He looked disgusted, "Do you know that gambling is a trap of desire? Once you accidentally step into it, your life will be completely ruined."
Everyone knows the financial situation of the Weasley family. How many gold Galleons can their children afford?
This little money is not even enough to pay the goblins their daily interest.
Just as Bagman was about to turn around and leave, the twins slowly said a number, "100."
"what?"
"Mr. Bagman, I said we want to bet 100 gold Galleons."
Bagman's expression changed immediately.
He returned it with a smile, "100 gold Galleons, this is a considerable investment."
In the blink of an eye, the twins changed the wording from gambling to investment. It turned out that they had not chosen the wrong person.
Fred pulled out his money bag and shook it. "Mr. Bagman, should we be able to place bets now?"
"Of course." Bagman narrowed his eyes with a smile.
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