George counted the Galleons, one by one, very seriously. "Mr. Bagman, we don't believe you."

"Harry, can you look more closely?"

"This fat guy was poor and destitute, but now he suddenly has so much money. This is very strange and wrong."

Fred nodded in agreement. "Even if he bets that you will win, Harry, this is only the second round! It's only the second round, how could he possibly..."

Ludo interrupted him: "Nothing is impossible."

"As I said, I've learned my lesson and I won't be as stupid as I was during the Quidditch World Cup again."

Harry took the Galleon George handed over and examined it carefully. "It is indeed real. It has goblin magic on it."

"How do you make so much money?" Fred asked enthusiastically, and he wanted to massage Ludo's shoulders and back on the spot.

"This is a trade secret." Ludo shook his head proudly, "How could I possibly..."

"The reason why gamblers make more money is simply to place bigger bets." Harry interrupted him with a cold tone, "Did you set a handicap of how many points I can lead over the other warriors?"

Ludo's face froze.

"If Karkaroff had given me one more point, or if you had given Krum one less point, you would have earned more?" Harry continued.

Ludo clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Harry! You don't know, Umbridge, that damn woman!"

"I only won three thousand Galleons."

"If she hadn't suddenly become stupid, I would have given Krum three points. She dared to give Krum six points. Even if it was five points, and you were ahead by thirty points, I could have won five thousand Galleons!"

George and Fred stared at Ludo in disbelief.

Three thousand?

Why are there so many?

"How did you do that?" George asked.

Before Ludo could evade the question, Fred said, "You can't talk about business secrets. You are making money from Harry. You should at least make it clear in front of Harry."

Ludo glanced at Harry and shrank his neck: "Well, it's not really a secret."

“I’m actually a very well-received person.”

George and Fred both tutted at the same time, with expressions of contempt.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm telling the truth." Ludo looked at them with dissatisfaction and resentment. "At the Quidditch World Cup, it was my negligence that gave you a multiplier that was too high."

"But I am fair to others!"

Harry suddenly interrupted: "You wouldn't dare to lie to an adult, only to a child."

Ludo was startled and wanted to curse back, but when he looked at the Sorting Hat on his waist, he held back his curse words: "Besides, there is also my identity."

"Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry."

George and Fred tutted again.

"Well, I know that in the eyes of you extraordinary little wizards, the Ministry of Magic is really nothing." Ludo shrugged. He was very indifferent to such things. "It is indeed true."

"The Ministry of Magic can control nothing except the officials in the Ministry of Magic."

"But for ordinary wizards, the Ministry of Magic is still somewhat convincing. Even a child as capable as Percy is addicted to the Game of Thrones."

At this point, he paused and rubbed his face. "This is a bit off topic. What I want to say is that I used my identity to cheat people and set a handicap that was no less than the Quidditch World Cup."

"I bet Harry can beat the second place by at least ten points."

"If it's over 10 points, I can take one-fifth of all the bets. If it's over 20 points, I can take one-third. If it's over 30 points, I can take one-half."

"Forty points, I can take eighty percent. If it exceeds fifty points, the ten thousand Galleons will be mine."

Harry nodded. "No wonder you're so excited."

"Umbridge still owes me two thousand Galleons!" Ludo swung his fist fiercely, "That damn woman, what was she thinking?"

George frowned: "But how did you convince those people?"

"Ten thousand Galleons, a full ten thousand Galleons!"

"How much will you have to pay if you lose?"

Ludo shook his head guiltily: "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I won."

George and Fred looked eager.

Hermione nodded.

Harry also spoke up: "Mr. Bagman, I'm curious too."

Ludo sighed, "It's actually very simple. Just enough Galleons. I told them that if Harry doesn't exceed ten points, I will pay them double the Galleons."

"If Harry doesn't get first place, I'll pay five times as much."

"You know, as long as there is enough interest, anyone can take risks."

George said in an exaggerated tone: "That's at least 20,000 Galleons, or even 50,000 Galleons. How can they believe that you have so many Galleons?"

"As the Director of Sports Department?"

"Stop it, we all know how poor the Ministry of Magic is."

Fred added: "Except when subsidizing creatures like goblins, centaurs, and veela."

"Of course I can do it!" Ludo pinched his waist, not feeling justified and angry, "You know my method. It can't be hidden from Mr. Potter, but it is enough to hide it from other mediocre adult wizards."

"If you lose, you plan to cheat those people just like you cheated us?" Fred exclaimed.

The look Hermione gave Ron when he copied "turn a week" instead of "turn seven days".

Ludo shook his head: "How is that possible!"

"I've already bought a boat ticket to Burkina Faso. I'm not going to put myself in a desperate situation."

Harry looked at him coldly.

Ludo immediately gave the French salute: "Of course, Mr. Potter, don't worry, I will definitely take the ten thousand galleons and pay back the money I owe your godfather before running away."

“I have great credibility.”

Hermione couldn't help but say: "How can someone who talks about running away so openly have the nerve to say that he is trustworthy?"

"Of course I do." Ludo shook his head. This time he was justified. "If I didn't have credibility, how could I say these things?"

As he said this, he looked at Harry and said, "I'd like to tell you the details of the third round of projects right now."

"But as an official of the Ministry of Magic, I have signed a contract with the Triwizard Cup and I cannot break it."

Harry said nothing. He just stretched out his hand and clenched it in the air, trying to materialize the breath of the contract in his hand like Dumbledore did.

But as soon as the fingertips touched it, the entity existed for a moment, and then the aura immediately disappeared.

Ludo didn't notice the difference and continued, "But I can tell you the news about the odds. I'm going to open another one. The stakes are how long it will take you to win the Tri-Strike Cup."

"At least twenty minutes. It would be best if it can be more than ten minutes."

Still Harry said nothing.

Lu Duo stretched out his hand painfully and raised two fingers: "How about I give you 20% of the profit?"