Chapter 949 Bagman: I want to be a good person
After the twins left, Vincent could finally analyze who was the Black Cloak who tampered with the Goblet of Fire.
Judging from the brief encounter just now, Madame Maxime does not seem like someone who would resort to despicable means.
On the contrary, Karkaroff is the most suspicious. Hypocritical people usually try their best to hide their true colors.
Of course, the answer will soon be revealed.
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outside the castle,
The twins found Bagman, who was working with the Ministry of Magic staff to set up the magical projection.
By the time they finished their work, it was almost noon.
The twins saw the opportunity to block the target who wanted to go back to rest.
"Mr. Bagman, we have something important to discuss with you."
"I am very busy."
"It won't take up too much of your time."
Bagman and the twins arrived at the secluded Quidditch pitch, looking a little impatient.
"Sir, we have a plan to make a fortune!"
"Oh, I'm not interested." Bagman turned away with an indifferent look on his face.
The twins quickly grabbed him.
"As long as you move your fingers, you can get hundreds of gold galleons of wealth."
Bagman smiled and broke their tightly grasped hands. "Kid, I have something more important to do. After I finish setting up the live broadcast equipment in the castle auditorium this afternoon, we can have a good chat, okay?"
After saying that, he walked away quickly without looking back.
The twins stared at each other in silence.
"Does he think we gave him too little?"
"A few hundred Galleons is only half a year's salary, and he has already paid off his debts. It seems unnecessary to take risks to earn this little money."
"Then let's..."
"It's going to be over..."
Towards the evening, the twins again blocked Bagman's way back to change his clothes.
Before the two of them could explain their purpose, he decisively rejected them.
"Kids, to be honest with you, I am not interested in anything right now. All my attention is focused on the global live broadcast of the Triwizard Tournament."
The twins held him back again, "But you only need to do us a small favor. It's nothing more than a small favor for you."
Bagman shook his head decisively again. "I have reformed. I am no longer the gambler you knew. I want to be a good person."
The twins weakly let go of his hands and watched him leave in silence again.
Reforming oneself is certainly a good thing, but their plan was completely doomed to failure because of this.
"Ah... our bonus is gone..."
"Warriors... We can't be warriors anymore..."
The two people, who were about to cry but had no tears, returned to the Gryffindor common room in a daze, just in time to run into Vincent who had been busy in the Room of Requirement all day.
"Failed?"
"Don't mention it. He actually wants to be a good person."
Vincent blinked his big eyes. "Good guy? Has he really changed his ways?"
Fred raised his hand to wipe away the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes. "We were rejected before we even finished talking."
George also blew his non-existent nose, "Dude, didn't you say there's no cure for a gambler? How come he changed so quickly?"
Vincent patted their shoulders comfortingly and said, "Since he wants to be a good person, then you should give him a chance and let him go."
The twins hugged him tightly, "Wow... If we don't get selected as a warrior, we won't have the funds to continue our scientific research..."
“Don’t cry, don’t cry.” Vincent patted the two on the back. “In fact, even if you are selected, you may not win. Even if you really get the prize, it will cost a lot of gold galleons to prepare for the three events.”
Being selected does not guarantee a win, but not participating means not spending any money, and not spending any money means making money.
The twins stared at him blankly, "Dude, I always feel like you're fooling us."
"No way." Vincent led the two into the boys' dormitory. "Don't let your imagination run wild. Change your clothes and come down. I'll be waiting for you in the auditorium."
The twins' dormitory door was slammed shut by him from the outside.
The logic is correct and the facts are correct.
Vincent was in a particularly good mood, feeling that he had done something good.
After a busy whole day, I take a shower and change my clothes, and I feel refreshed.
When they arrived at the common room, Hermione had been sitting at the round table waiting for quite a while.
"What's so happy about it?"
Vincent told her what had just happened as they walked.
They arrived at the first floor and could smell a strong scent of cologne in the air before they even entered the auditorium.
Following the smell, they saw a particularly horrifying scene.
Hagrid is wearing a suit!
The hair has been carefully groomed!
He even went into the castle with Madame Maxime!
That infatuated expression and those big misty eyes were as if he had seen a fire dragon.
Vincent turned his neck stiffly, "Hagrid's spring has arrived."
Hermione also turned her neck stiffly to look at him, "Now no one should gossip about your relationship with Madame Maxime."
This is indeed the case.
Before the Halloween dinner began, the topic of discussion among Hogwarts students turned to Hagrid and Madame Maxime.
Hagrid, wearing an oversized suit, no longer looks sloppy after being carefully dressed up. However, he still seems a little bit out of place when standing next to the elegant and decent Madame Maxime.
A short while later, Karkaroff and Krum walked into the Great Hall side by side, with the Durmstrang students following behind them.
When the long table in the hall was full, Dumbledore announced the official start of the dinner.
Today's dishes are richer than last night's, but most of the students have no intention of tasting the food.
They looked anxious and fidgeted as they stared at the Goblet of Fire that was placed on Dumbledore's desk.
Vincent, who was enjoying his meal peacefully, stopped pretending now, which made the professors at the long table of staff think that he had a sure win.
When Neville ate the last dessert on the golden plate, Dumbledore stood up.
The entire hall suddenly fell silent, and Madame Maxime and Karkaroff became as nervous as the students.
Bagman looked at the students with a smile on his face, while old Barty looked uninterested.
"Well, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision." Dumbledore looked at the wooden goblet in front of him, "I estimate it will take another minute.
Look, when the Warriors' names are announced, I want them to walk to the top of the auditorium, past the staff table, and into the next room."
He pointed to a door behind the staff's desk. "That's where they'll get their initial instruction."
He pulled out the Elder Wand and gave it a sweeping flick.
Except for the candles in the pumpkin lanterns, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium fell into a state of semi-darkness.
The Goblet of Fire emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire hall, and the blue-white flames with sparks were particularly dazzling.
Suddenly, the flame turned red and crackling sparks burst out from it.
Then a tongue of fire leaped into the air, and out of it flew a piece of singed parchment.
Everyone held their breath, including Vincent who had been so nonchalant just now.
The first warrior was born, and Dumbledore solemnly took the parchment.
He held the paper far away so that he could see the words on it clearly in the flames that had returned to blue and white.
"The Champion of Durmstrang is—" he announced in a clear and powerful voice: "Viktor Krum."
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