Chapter 892: The Biggest Laugh of Quidditch

In the VIP box,

Vincent was surrounded by the bigwigs of the magic world, who were asking about his well-being.

His effortless performance stunned Sirius in the corner.

His conversation was elegant, his manners were decent, and his behavior was graceful. This was not just a casual response.

When the Scottish team and the Luxembourg team took the field one after another, Vincent, with a somewhat stiff smile, was finally "let go" by the bosses.

He sat in the front row, between Fudge and Dumbledore.

Where there is one there are two, and when there are two there are three.

Sirius smacked his lips and gave him a thumbs-up secretly.

The big guys took their seats one after another, while Moody, leaning on his cane, quietly went to the corner.

He sat down next to Sirius, "Long time no see, boy."

"Long time no see, Mr. Moody."

Both of them are members of the Order of the Phoenix and are the only two outliers in the entire VIP box.

Sirius disdains to get close to the so-called bigwigs in the wizarding world, while Moody doesn't like to get involved with a crowd of chaotic people.

The two of them greeted each other briefly, then began to watch the game in silence.

The Scottish team lost at the start, conceding three goals in a row.

Bagman, who was commentating, sounded disappointed, but he didn't say anything overly biased.

In another box, the twins weren't as concerned about the game as before.

It wasn't that they didn't place the bet, it was that they were rejected by Bagman.

Is it possible that a gambler will turn over a new leaf?

Although the probability is as low as Fudge wearing women's clothes on the street, the twins have to accept this magical reality.

As my good friend Vincent said, it is better not to be too greedy.

150 gold galleons are enough to research automatic inkjet quills and cute little creatures. It’s not too abundant, but it won’t slow down the progress too much.

“Ahhh——” The friends sitting in the front suddenly let out a series of strange cries.

The Scottish team lost the ball again.

0:40, a huge disadvantage.

This is probably an attempt to break the English team's record of 10:390.

The twins suddenly perked up.

They were not optimistic about the Scottish team in the first place, and if Bagman was willing to take the bet, the profit would at least double.

Rounding it off, that’s a full 100 million!

"It's a loss, it's a loss."

"Big loss."

Every time the Luxembourg team scored a goal, a wail from the twins could be heard in the box.

By the time Molly caught them and gave them a lecture, the score had reached 0:150.

The Scottish team, which had once narrowly escaped the championship, was defeated miserably, and there was a burst of booing from the audience below.

Even though we tried our best to score two goals, the fans never stopped booing.

20:280, slightly better than the English team, but how much better?

With such a huge score difference, even if Hector Lamont caught the Golden Snitch, he would still lose miserably.

The game ended with a score of 20:460, and the Scottish team was swept off the field in disgrace.

With the results so bad, their pre-match interview immediately became the biggest joke of the tournament.

When someone cries, someone else laughs.

The Luxembourg team, which advanced to the semi-finals, stepped onto the podium with great joy.

They won so easily that I would probably wake up laughing in my dreams at night.

At this time, the atmosphere in the VIP box was very strange.

The celebration banquet carefully prepared by the British Ministry of Magic was ruined. If it weren't for the presence of the International Confederation of Wizards delegation, the bigwigs would have probably started cursing.

We still have one last hope tomorrow night, the Welsh team.

I don’t dare to hope to make it to the top four, but I just hope I don’t lose too badly.

But all this has nothing to do with Vincent.

Because he left in the middle of the game on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

Sirius followed closely behind.

The two of them hid in the corridor and watched the rest of the game, cursing as they watched.

The Scottish teams have bigger problems than the English teams.

Except for the seeker Hector Lamont, the remaining six players were like sleepwalkers, just pretending to be on the field.

When the two got up and went back, they happened to run into Moody who was leaving quietly.

A veteran is a veteran, he can actually endure until the end of the game.

Vincent greeted politely, "Long time no see, Mr. Moody."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

After a brief chat, Sirius suggested finding a place to catch up and have a drink.

Vincent doesn't care, as long as he doesn't go to places where there are wizards.

Moody didn't refuse.

Dumbledore's purpose in inviting him to watch the game was actually to get him to have more contact with the outside world and not always stay at home alone and think about random things.

The three quietly left the gym and came to an outdoor bar on Devon Beach.

It was now past 1am, and there were only a few tables of Muggle tourists on vacation around.

The waiter came over timidly holding the menu.

Moody has scars all over his face, wears a moving prosthetic eye, and is even missing a leg. It's hard not to be scary.

Vincent ordered two glasses of whiskey in the gentlest tone possible, then pushed the menu in front of him, "Mr. Moody, what would you like to order?"

"No thanks." Moody pulled a rose-colored hip flask from his coat pocket. "I'll just drink this."

"Where's the food?"

"No, I'm not hungry yet."

Sirius picked up the menu and ordered some seafood barbecue, "Mr. Moody, I didn't expect you to have the habit of carrying wine with you."

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Moody shook the flagon in his hand. "It's not wine, it's water."

what?

This legendary Auror was too cautious. Vincent didn't know what to say.

Sirius, who was standing next to him, seized the opportunity and reached out to grab the wine flask. "Mr. Moody, you are too polite. We have known each other for more than ten years."

Moody glared at him with a straight face, "Kid, what do you know? It's always better to be careful."

Sirius opened the lid of the hip flask and sniffed it, "It really is water."

He looked at the shivering waiter, "Another whiskey, that's all for now."

Moody snatched back the wine flask, "Alcohol will affect my judgment, you guys drink if you want."

Sirius was also speechless.

What a legendary Auror, he is actually just a stubborn old man.

Three glasses of whiskey were quickly served.

Sirius winked at Vincent, who raised his glass in understanding.

"cheers!"

After half a glass of wine, the two began to praise in a particularly exaggerated manner.

“It’s soft on the palate, mellow in aftertaste, great wine!”

“It has a rich aroma and distinct fruity flavors. It is indeed a rare good wine!”