Chapter 875 Old Batty has a mental problem

After chatting and bickering, it was soon noon.

After lunch, the beaming twins ran out again.

This time they went to claim their prize and place a bet on tonight's game.

An English team versus a Transylvanian team, any reasonable fan would know which team to buy.

stadium,

Bagman was in the studio writing a script.

Being a commentator is not easy. Although a script written in advance may not be useful, it is better than having no preparation at all.

Suddenly, the Ministry of Magic's special magic communicator on his wrist vibrated.

It’s a text message from the twins. They’re here to claim their prize.

Bagman opened a drawer and took out the purse he had prepared.

In fact, I didn't lose money in last night's game overall, and I even made a small profit.

There are always gamblers who cannot resist the temptation of 10 to 1. In addition, the influence of the Fairy Club is spread all over the world. If we make good use of the time difference in tonight's game, the profit should not be less than last night.

The twins didn't have to wait long outside the gymnasium, as Bagman came out with a smile on his face, a bag of money in his hand.

"Congratulations on your victory, kids."

Excluding the dealer's commission, the total is 114 gold galleons.

"That's just a small win..." George pushed the bag back. "Mr. Bagman, we need to keep betting."

Bagman's smile grew wider. "Okay, which team are you going to buy?"

Fred blurted out, "Transylvania."

"Huh?" Bagman's expression froze instantly.

He was a player for the England team before his retirement. Although the team is no longer as strong as it used to be, they are still expected to win tonight's game.

"You don't support your own team?"

The twins looked him straight in the eye. "Mr. Bagman, support is support, and betting is betting."

The England team's lineups in recent World Cups have indeed become stronger with each passing year, but their results have been worse with each passing year.

Compared to them, the Scottish and Welsh teams, which are also British teams, are much better.

It was Merlin's blessing to be able to reach the quarterfinals. Bet on them to win? Spend all your wealth on betting on them to win?

The twins are not fanatical supporters of the English team. Besides, any fan with a little common sense would not be optimistic about them.

Bagman curled his lips. "Okay, the odds for England are 1 to 1.5, and the odds for Transylvania are 1 to 1.3."

Even the dealer is not optimistic, what else is there to say.

"Kids, are you sure you want to buy the Transylvania football team? It's not too late to regret it now."

It’s the same routine again. It can only fool a three-year-old child.

The twins left after completing their bets, and Bagman returned to his writing.

But from a distance, he saw someone collapsed at the door of his studio.

He quickly trotted over and squatted down, "Hey! Wake up, are you okay?"

The worry on Bagman's face instantly disappeared as he turned the man over.

Because the man who fell was old Barty, the former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement who had wanted to send him to Azkaban.

More than a decade ago, after Igor Karkaroff, the current headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, gave out the list of Death Eaters, Bagman was immediately forcibly brought to court by the Magical Law Committee.

He was suspected of providing information to August Rookwood, a Death Eater's hidden spy in the Ministry of Magic, because Rookwood was a friend of his father. He had just retired and was in frequent contact with the other party in order to find a job in the Ministry of Magic.

Old Barty, with the attitude of rather killing the wrong person than letting the guilty go, has always insisted that it was he who secretly passed information to Rookwood, which led to heavy losses for the Ministry of Magic in the fight against the Death Eaters.

If many jurors had not protested strongly against this, the accusation might have been proven, and he and Rookwood would have been sent to Azkaban.

Although the charges were eventually dropped, the feud between Bagman and Batty Sr. was sealed.

The two rarely met in the department on weekdays, and even when they participated in the organization of the World Cup final together, they did not have much communication.

Now that old Batty had collapsed at the studio door, Bagman was lucky enough not to be secretly happy.

After all, we are colleagues, so let’s confirm whether he is alive or dead first.

Bagman slowly reached out his hand, and old Batty suddenly opened his eyes.

Without any eye contact, the hand stretched out in the air was firmly grasped.

Bagman pulled his hand away with great impatience.

Since the person is not dead, there is no need for him to stay here.

But old Batty grabbed his hand tightly again, his eyes filled with extreme fear, as if something terrible had happened.

Bagman didn't dare to use too much force this time. "Chief Crouch, please let go."

Old Batty remained unmoved and still held his arm tightly.

"He's back... He's back..."

Bagman increased his strength a little, "Don't worry about who comes back, just let go first."

He fell to the ground for no apparent reason and then kept holding on to him for no apparent reason. I'm afraid he was here to commit fraud.

Old Batty hugged his hands back tightly after they had been pried apart, and kept repeating "He's back" with trembling mouth.

Bagman was at his wit's end.

He simply gave up struggling, "Okay, okay, tell me, who is back?"

Old Batty raised his head and met his eyes, "He is... He is mine... Mine..."

The sound became quieter and quieter, so Bagman had to lean closer to listen.

"He's my—"

Old Batty's voice suddenly stopped and he slowly loosened his hands.

Bagman was wondering, but he stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Chief Crouch?"

Old Batty held out his hand to him with a dull look in his eyes. "Chief Bagman, I didn't cause you any trouble just now, did I?"

Bagman stood up on his own. "No."

The expressionless old Batty seemed to want to say something, but he left after whispering "thank you".

Bagman looked at his back and felt that something was wrong with him.

There doesn't seem to be anything seriously wrong with his body, but there must be something wrong mentally.

The boomerang hit him, resulting in him being neglected for more than a decade. In addition, his children and wife passed away one after another. Some time ago, he was also questioned countless times because of Sirius Black's successful overturning of the case.

If it were someone else, they would have probably gone crazy like Mrs. Peter.

Bagman shook his head violently. "Why should I care about this psychopath..."

What happened back then happened, and he, who was almost wrongly accused of being an accomplice of the Death Eaters, would not be overly sympathetic.

For him, the most important thing now is to make money, make a lot of money.

When the World Cup is over and the debts to the fairies are paid off, the once extremely cool retired internationally renowned football star will be able to return in glory.

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