A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

In comparison, Arthur was practically just there to make up the numbers, but considering the Weasleys' family situation, he couldn't say anything; they were genuinely poor!

“We’ll bet thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sikor, and three Nat,” Fred suddenly said, and George quickly pulled out their money.

“We bet Ireland will win, but Krum will catch the Golden Snitch.”

"Hmm?" Leon looked at the Weasley brothers with some surprise, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "You have good taste. That's what I was thinking too."

"Are you sure?" Arthur lowered his voice, urging, "I don't want you to gamble, and this is all your savings, your mother..."

“Don’t be a spoilsport, Arthur,” Bagman quickly interjected. “They’re all grown up now, they know what they want, and I’ll give them very high odds.”

Bagman took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote down the twins' names and their bets, and then handed them the small piece of parchment as a written agreement.

“I almost forgot about the important matter.” Bagman slapped his forehead. “Arthur, could you help me find Barty Crouch?”

"It's a little embarrassing to admit, but he speaks over 150 languages, and I need a translator now."

“Barty Crouch?” Arthur paused for a moment. “Okay, I’ll keep an eye on it.”

However, I suggest you go find Percy; he's working in Barty Crouch's department now.

Bagman nodded in satisfaction and walked out of the tent with the money his twin brothers had bet.

“I can tell,” Lyon said, looking at Fred and George with a meaningful expression. “You two seem to be short of money!”

“It’s not just him, we’re all short of money,” Ron said sheepishly.

"No, you may have misunderstood me.

I mean they need money; it's very important to them.

"How did you know?" George and Fred asked in unison.

“You don’t seem that unreliable, but it’s a bit abnormal that you would gamble away all the money you’ve saved.”

"Have you done something wrong?" Arthur looked at his two sons with a worried expression, afraid that they would nod in agreement.

“No, Dad, what are you thinking?” Fred said speechlessly.

“We just need some initial funding,” George added. “This is something we’ve been planning for a long time, but Mom has never seemed to approve of our idea.”

"Could it be a toy store?"

The two brothers nodded in unison.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief. He could understand his two sons. Rather than saying they were idle, it was more accurate to say they were exceptionally talented. They had never disappointed when it came to pranks.

The problem is that even if Molly agrees, it won't matter, because her family can't afford to open a shop.

Lyon pulled a lollipop from Abbe's pocket, ate it, and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"What do you mean?" Fred asked nervously. "Are you going to help us?"

"more or less!"

“This is no small sum of money, otherwise we wouldn’t have gambled away all our savings,” George said.

“I’ll give you two thousand Galleons,” Lyon said, holding up two fingers. “You’ll have to pay it back within five years. As for interest, I want ten percent of your net profit over those five years.”

The twin brothers looked at each other in disbelief, but then they were overjoyed.

This is like a windfall! It's much easier than getting a loan from the Wizard Bank.

"Wait, wait!" Arthur said hastily. "What if they can't pay it back? That's two thousand Galleons!"

“That’s not possible, Mr. Weasley. You should have some faith in them.”

"Being willing to gamble everything on a chance, not everyone has that kind of courage," Leon said admiringly, then took out a key. "Gringotts, Vault 31."

After withdrawing the money, just give the key to Aaron, and he'll return it to me.

“Thank you very much,” Fred said sincerely.

“They’re like second parents,” George said.

Arthur's face immediately darkened. Although he knew that the two of them had gotten a great deal, their biological parents were still there. Didn't he have any pride?

“George, Fred,” Arthur called to them, then looked at Harry and the others with a serious expression, “Remember this, Molly absolutely, positively, absolutely must not find out about this. You don’t want to see her angry, do you?”

The group shivered in unison; Mrs. Weasley could be quite frightening when she was angry.

“Also, Charlie, Bill, and Percy can’t find out,” Arthur added, “at least not until we achieve something.”

“This is a secret between us,” Fred said.

"Could you give me some kind of kickback?" Ron rubbed his hands together excitedly. "It's just opening a shop, it shouldn't cost two thousand Galleons, right?"

“I’ll give you and Harry a 10% discount from now on,” George said.

"What?"

“Take it easy, Ron,” Fred patted his brother on the shoulder. “After all, we need to make money too.”

“What about us?” Ginny asked, pulling Hermione’s hand.

“It’s different for girls. We’ll also stock some cosmetics for them,” Fred laughed. “You’ll receive special gifts on important holidays, all genuine.”

"That's pretty much it."

After reassuring their younger siblings, the two brothers turned to Lyon and said, "We guarantee your investment will yield a generous return."

“He doesn’t care about any reward!” Aaron rolled his eyes. “Don’t be fooled by him, two thousand Galleons is his monthly allowance.”

Everyone turned to look at the young man on the sofa with a lollipop in his mouth. They once again felt an indescribable sense of disappointment. This rich man was not what they had imagined!

"Instead of wasting time looking at me, you should hurry up and get your bets back," Lyon said with a meaningful smile. "I don't think Ludo Bagman is the kind of person who follows the rules."

"Is it really that bad?" Ginny said uncertainly. "Mr. Bagman is the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Athletics. He's a person of some standing!"

"Hahaha." Leon laughed unkindly. "Little sister, you're so cute, although you're not quite as cute as my little sister."

Why don't you think about it the other way around? When have people of high status ever come to someone else's tent to place bets?

One Gallon is never too little, thirty Gallons is never too much, and the odds can be raised at will... Whether you can win or not is not important, but whether you place a bet is very important.

Tsk tsk tsk! If I'm not mistaken... Mr. Bagman isn't as glamorous as he seems on the surface.

Upon hearing this, the Weasley brothers immediately lost their composure. Although they had secured a large investment, the thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, and three Nutters represented their entire fortune, painstakingly accumulated penny by penny.

If they lose, that's fine; they're willing to gamble and afford to lose. But they don't want to put their money in the hands of someone with no credibility.

Losing is heartbreaking, but winning... well, that's even more damn heartbreaking.

Just as the two were about to go find Ludo Bagman, they were stopped by Mr. Arthur Weasley.

"Wait, don't rush."

“Dad, I know he helped us get the tickets, but one thing is one thing,” George said anxiously. “That’s all our savings.”

"Why didn't you listen when I told you not to bet!" Arthur said, frustrated. "I bet a Galleon myself! Do you know how difficult it is to get money out of Molly?"

But since we've placed our bets, we can only wait for the result. This is the Quidditch World Cup, after all; if things escalate, it'll be difficult to handle.

George and Fred calmed down, but their faces turned somewhat gloomy, and they even felt an urge to cry.

“There’s no need to feel so wronged!” Ron tried to comfort her. “It’s just Lyon’s guess.”

“You can always trust my judgment,” Lyon said confidently.

"Um...we have some things to take care of, so we'll be leaving now."

"See you after the match begins!" Arthur said, then left the tent with his children, Harry, and Hermione.

Although Fred and George unexpectedly secured investment, they were too embarrassed to stay any longer.

"Looks like I'll have to be more careful when making bets in the future," Aaron remarked. "Even if you win, you might not get the good outcome!"

Forget it!

"I can tell, my sister can tell, can't you?"

"Of course I can tell, but I won't say it."

You're still the same as before, never missing an interesting thing. And I haven't changed either; I prefer to avoid trouble.

"Don't bother me," Adrian said calmly, and Aaron and Leon immediately shut up.

The tent fell silent instantly. She sat at the desk and used a quill pen to write and draw in her notebook, sketching the shape of a trophy.

Chapter 342 A Prominent Seat, Malfoy's Special Contribution

when!

A deep, resonant gong sounded.

Millions of red and green lanterns were lit on the trees, illuminating the road leading to the Quidditch stadium.

Genes led the way, while Aaron and the other two followed behind with panoramic binoculars for watching the game.

A dozen minutes later they arrived at a magnificent, large stadium that could hold 100,000 spectators.

"First class tickets," the Ministry of Magic witch said respectfully to Genes. "The penthouse box. Just keep going up, and you'll see it. That's your reserved seat."

Genes gave a brief thank you and then led the three of them up the steps.

The crowd gradually moved to the stands on the left and right. The space became wider and wider as they walked, and soon they reached the highest box.

"Don't tell me that's our reserved seat?" Aaron looked at the seat number on the ticket, then at the leather sofa in front of the dozens of gold-plated seats, and his face twitched. This was way too conspicuous!

The most outrageous thing is that there is a low cradle next to the sofa, which is obviously a pet seat prepared for Abe.

"Uh... if nothing unexpected happens, it should be. Fudge said he guaranteed he would satisfy us," Genes said with an awkward laugh. "I didn't expect him to make such a big fuss."

"He's trying to send a signal to others, a signal that he wants to befriend us. It's a pointless little trick," Adrian said dismissively. "I bet when he gets back he'll reveal our identities to others, giving him an advantage in the next election for Minister of Magic."

“A politician, huh!” Lyon shrugged. “Among all the Ministers of Magic, he was only mediocre, and he liked to cover things up.”

"This is troublesome! Let's switch seats!" Aaron suggested.

“No need,” Adrian said generously. “We don’t go looking for trouble, but we’re not afraid of trouble either. Let’s not refuse their kindness this time.”

As she spoke, she sat down on the sofa and placed Abe on the pet seat.

Aaron and Leon exchanged a glance and sat down on either side of Adrian with a sigh, while Genes sat down next to Aaron.

One hundred thousand wizards gradually filled the entire venue, and the number of people in the private boxes also increased.