In the box, others were proud of their status and sat quietly in their chairs.

Only the three Weasley brothers collected Galleons regardless of their image.

Ginny's face was flushed, and she was eager to take action. She was just waiting for her brothers to call her, and she even took out her wand.

"That's fake," Harry reminded them kindly.

The aura of these Garlons is very different from the aura of real Garlons.

Ron was stunned, and tremblingly put Garlon to his mouth and bit down hard, hurting his teeth.

He covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes full of resentment: "Harry, you lied to me, this is not chocolate, it's real gold coins!"

Hermione had brought that kind of gold coin chocolate before. When Ron saw that thing for the first time, he really thought it was a real gold coin. He almost knelt down and called Hermione "Mom". He threw a dozen gold coins at her. What a rich woman she must be.

Even after finding out that it was chocolate, not gold coins, Ron was not disappointed.

The chocolate is delicious.

"Those are the magical gold coins of the Irish leprechauns," Fudge began to explain. "Of course they can't be gold Galleons. The Ministry of Magic won't allow that. Such a large amount of Galleons is much greater than the ticket revenue."

"Besides, Ireland is a poor and small country and cannot afford to pay so much money."

The Irish Minister for Magic snorted and turned his head away.

"Mr. Weasley, you don't have to be so excited." Old Malfoy sneered, "Something that disappears in a few hours may not satisfy your dream of becoming rich."

Ron's face flushed.

George put the bag away and said in a cold tone: "We just love money, but Mr. Malfoy, you should take care of your dear son."

"He might fall in love with Veela and can't help himself." Fred covered his chest and said in an exaggerated tone, "Maybe the Malfoy family will welcome its first Veela wife?"

Draco was in a daze and couldn't hear the conversation between the people. He was still deeply immersed in the magical effects of the Veela.

Lucius Malfoy gritted his teeth: "Keep your mouth clean."

George opened his mouth and blew a breath towards Lucius: "Thank you for your concern, but I brushed my teeth this morning, so they should be much cleaner than the basilisk's mouth, right?"

Lucius's face turned even paler.

Fudge's expression changed slightly, and he tried to smooth things over: "Well, let's watch the game. Bagman has introduced the Irish team."

The Bulgarian and Irish Ministers of Magic looked curious. They really wanted to know what kind of relationship the Malfoy family had with the Basilisk and the Weasley family.

But Fudge interrupted them, the game had already started, so they couldn't ask any more questions.

Much to the relief of both Lucius and Fudge.

There is a huge gap between professional teams and school teams, not only in the quality of individual players, but also in the tactics of the entire team.

The Gryffindor school team also has tactics, but... the tactics are limited to the cooperation between Chasers and Beaters. As for Harry, the Seeker, he is left to his own devices. What the other Gryffindor players have to do is to ensure that they do not fall behind by 150 points before Harry catches the Golden Snitch.

At Hogwarts.

Whoever catches the golden snitch is the winner.

But in the hands of these professional teams, the proportion of the Golden Snitch is no longer that large, and the batsmen have greater control and harassment on the seekers. Ireland is better in this regard. Within ten minutes of the start, the score was rewritten to 30:0.

Bulgaria has been more successful in limiting the Seeker.

The Irish Seeker was barely able to do anything in the air to dodge Bludgers, leaving him with little time to look for the Snitch.

Although Krum from Bulgaria was also restricted, his flying skills were excellent and could almost be compared with Harry.

And very courageous.

He often performs the "Wronsky feint" - a very dangerous flying technique, where he flies straight to the ground at top speed from the air, and when he is about to fall, he brakes suddenly and pulls the broom back.

The Irish team's Seekers were neither as skilled nor as courageous.

He was fooled by Krum the first time and dived with him, but there was no Golden Snitch and he almost broke his neck. The match was suspended for five minutes while the doctor from St. Mungo's simply treated his injuries before continuing.

The Irish Seeker flinches.

He didn't dare to dive at such a fast speed with Krum again. He was timid and even dodged the Quaffle in panic.

In stark contrast to the Seeker is the score.

Ireland was well ahead in the score, and they saw the situation of their own Seeker. They also knew that it was almost impossible to catch the Snitch in this state, so they simply adjusted their tactics and half-abandoned their own Seeker.

As the two teams' movements became more and more intense, the atmosphere in the stadium became increasingly heated.

The Veelas and Leprechauns started fighting, and many spectators were attracted to watch. However, they soon turned their attention back to the venue - it was not a good look, their clothes would not be torn, and the Veelas had all turned into birds.

"He really loves this feint." As Krum dived down again, Ron sighed, "Harry, you could use it more often..."

"No, it's not a feint. He finally found the Snitch." Harry shook his head, staring at Krum's landing point. "I don't need this feint. The flying skills of the other three colleges' Seekers are much worse than mine."

Ron only heard the first half of the sentence and excitedly raised his telescope, staring at Krum.

The Irish team searched, and at first thought it was another scam, so he chased after it, but not so closely.

But soon, he also spotted the Snitch and sped up until he was almost on par with Krum.

Then……

He fell heavily to the ground, his head almost level with his shoulders.

Krum raised his right hand high, holding a golden snitch that was flapping its wings and trying to escape. He was so excited that his face flushed. But when he turned around and looked at the huge scoreboard above the stadium, his face turned pale in an instant.

"160:170."

Bulgaria is in front and Ireland is behind.

Krum caught the Snitch and was the winner of the Seeker competition, but he lost the game by just ten points.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic took off his hat and threw it to the ground, cursing.

The Irish Minister of Magic jumped up and waved his wand. A broom flew over and he rode it quickly to the field to celebrate with his players. Oh, and also to comfort the Seeker who broke his neck.

George, Fred and Sirius cheered together, "We won!"

Ludo's face turned pale.

He stared at the three people, his eyes full of disbelief.

How is that possible!

Krum caught the Snitch, but Ireland won the game. How come it was just a coincidence?

"Mr. Potter, can you predict the future?" Ludo swallowed hard. The huge sum of 1,200 Galleons made his heart heavy, and his voice became hoarse.

Harry looked at him strangely: "Why do you think so? If I could, I would bet at least one thousand Galleons on you."

Ludo gasped.

Good thing Mr. Potter can't predict the future.

"Mr. Bagman, one thousand two hundred Galleons." George and Fred gestured to him with a smile, "Don't forget it."

Ludo forced a smile. "Of course, I'll give you the money soon. One thousand two hundred Galleons is a lot. How about when we get out of the gym? I need to get ready."

After a grand awards ceremony.

The wizards left the stadium in a crowd.

"This game ended too quickly." Ron touched the telescope in his hand. This twenty Galleon item was only used for one day.

"It's night time now." Hermione looked up. The setting sun burned the clouds hot.

George and Fred walked aside, discussing with Sirius how to spend the huge sum of 1,200 Galleons.

They made their way back to the camp.

After a simple dinner.

Ludo came to the door with a bag of Galleons. "Mr. Weasley, this is your bonus, a full 1,200 Galleons. As the Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, I will not owe you any money. Do you want to count it?"

"Of course." George agreed readily.

Fred reached out and took the bag.

Ludo's expression froze.

Aren't these two kids a little too ignorant? They have already pointed out their identities, but they are so unwilling to give face?

Just took out a Galleon.

Without George's need to look at him, Harry said, "It's fake. It's a leprechaun's coin."

Ludo's expression froze again.

Sirius's eyes turned dangerous, and he raised his wand, pointing it at him: "Mr. Bagman?"

"No, Mr. Black, please don't do this. There are 200 real Galleons in the bag." Ludolian raised his hand and pleaded, "But this result is too unlikely to happen. My promise was a bit too sloppy. Let's just forget it. What do you think..."

"You didn't say that was the end of it when you accepted it," Harry interrupted.

George put the bag away and did not intend to continue counting. Anyway, after a few hours, these "fake coins" would automatically disappear. "Mr. Bagman, you don't want everyone in the Ministry of Magic to know that Ludo Bagman is a liar."

"And he's a liar who would deceive the young wizards of Hogwarts." Fred echoed sarcastically.

"Give me some time." Ludo glanced at Harry, "At least this year, I will definitely be able to do it within this year."

Harry looked at him. "You're going to make money from me?"

Ludo shook his head and said nothing: "You will know when school starts, Mr. Potter. This year will be an interesting year."

"We can give you a year's time to pay us back." George took Sirius to discuss for a while, cleared his throat, and spoke loudly, "But in return, it will still be 1,200 Galleons after one year, okay?"

Ludo glanced at the ferocious Black and Lupin, who had a blank expression but raised his wand, gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Of course no problem, but you have to do me a small favor."

"What help?" George asked.

Ludo gestured with an owl and said, "Let's talk about it after school starts. Contact me by owl."

It was mysterious, but George and the others still agreed.

Ludo Bagman can't run away.

The loss of a thousand Galleons made George and Fred unable to sleep, so they dragged Harry and Ron to play the board game that Hermione brought, using magic spells to transform the chess pieces to make them more vivid.

Until nine or ten o'clock.

There was a chaotic noise outside the tent, and some men and women were crying.

Harry drew the sword of Gryffindor, pulled out his wand, put on his Quinn, and carefully leaned out of the tent.

Spells flew around the camp and wizards fled madly into the distance.

A group of black-robed wizards were in a group, drunk and laughing wildly. The spell was shot from this group. Above their heads, there were four people floating. Harry could see clearly that one of them was Mr. Roberts, the camp manager. The remaining three had no magic power and were ordinary people. They seemed to be Mr. Roberts' wife and children.

"Is this what happens when drunk wizards make trouble?" Harry looked at George and Fred beside him expressionlessly.

The two brothers turned pale and shook their heads vigorously: "No, wizards don't play with Muggles for fun. This is something that only evil dark wizards would do."

George was talking.

In the team, a wizard waved his wand and set the tent closest to them on fire. The crazy laughter that came out of his mouth could be heard clearly even by George and Fred, who were so far away.