Chapter 249 Dumbledore’s title is at risk

Even though the Minister of Magic was her brother’s subordinate back then, Vivi still didn’t consider herself the Queen Mother of the Austrian Ministry of Magic.

She followed all the necessary procedures.

After she changed into Muggle clothes and walked out of the office, Cassandra couldn’t help but complain: “I still don’t understand. Ms. Rosier is obviously the backbone of the Saints, but why do you still have to go through these procedures? I don’t think she will hold you accountable for leaving your post without permission, right?”

“I need to correct you, Cath.”

Weiwei raised a finger and corrected him, “First of all, Ms. Rosier is just a former saint. She has completely cut ties with Gellert Grindelwald. As for me, I have nothing to do with the saints. I am just an innocent girl with no background who goes to school in the UK.”

“Secondly, even if we are very familiar with each other, this is not a reason for me to be willful, Kate.” Vivi continued: “Mr. Malfoy should have taught you what it means to distinguish between public and private matters.”

“Hmph.” Cassandra snorted lightly, but said nothing more.

After the three of them left the temporary tent at the Austrian Ministry of Magic, they first returned to their own tent.

“Weiwei!”

After seeing Vivi, Hermione jumped three feet high and skipped to her side.

“I haven’t seen you for a long time!” She looked up and said admiringly, “How are you doing in the Austrian Ministry of Magic? Is anyone bullying you?”

“No one bullies me, Hermione.” Vivi reached out and gently stroked the back of Hermione’s head: “They don’t have any reason, do they?”

“Yes.” Hermione said dryly.

On the side, Harry put his arm around Ron’s shoulders and said bluntly, “Hey, pigeons, you’ll never guess who the Austrian Minister of Magic is.”

“Who?” Ron looked at Vivi and asked in surprise, “Could it really be Miss Grindelwald?”

“How is that possible?” Harry squinted at Ron. “Come to think of it, you know this Austrian Minister of Magic – remember the lady who turned into a teacher to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts in the second year?”

“The one with the Inferi?” Ron thought for a moment. “Ms. Vida Rosier, right? But who did she disguise herself as using the Polyjuice Potion? Why do I seem to forget?”

You know what, that person…it seems like no one has much impression of him.

“Lockhart.” Percy walked over and said, he was a little absent-minded, with a pair of large black-framed glasses on his nose, “He’s the best-selling author, but in fact he was found to be a idiot.”

“Oh, yes,” said Ron. “I remember Gilderoy Lockhart, the one with the greasy smile that Mum loved so much…”

Before he could finish his words, a ball of yarn flew over from nowhere and hit Ron on the nose.

Ron was about to express some protest when he saw his furious mother.

Knowing the current situation, he immediately followed his heart and chose to shut up.

Otherwise, it’s not something that can be solved by a ball of wool.

“Let’s go for a walk.” Ron cleverly changed the subject. “It’s almost time for dinner, so let’s go out and find something to eat. Dad has already said that we have to take care of dinner on our own, and I don’t think Mom would want to cook for us.”

In fact, what Ron said was not wrong. Mrs. Weasley did not plan to cook. She planned to have a small gathering with some old friends, drink some beer and chat for a while.

The group pulled the reluctant Percy out, and when Harry passed by Bill and Charlie, the two older Weasley brothers each put a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” Harry looked up in confusion.

The two of them didn’t say anything, they just gave Harry a thumbs up.

This kid is really awesome.

They both saw that the two incredibly beautiful girls looked at Harry with loving eyes.

The biggest problem is that the atmosphere between the two girls is surprisingly harmonious when they are together, which they just can’t understand.

That’s right, you can’t understand it. Vivi and Cassandra would never show any hostility towards each other in front of outsiders.

When I walked to the door, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared outside.

“Hello, children.” He asked with a smile: “Is this the Weasley family’s tent?”

“Yes.” Bill stood up as the eldest brother: “I am William Weasley, the eldest son of Arthur Weasley. What can I do for you to talk to my father?”

Bill’s official name is William, and Bill is just his nickname, just like Ron’s official name is Ronald.

“I’m Ludo Bagman,” the middle-aged man said with a smile, and everyone knew his identity.

Ludo Bagman was obviously the most eye-catching person in the entire camp. Even Dumbledore appearing here in his star-patterned nightgown could not compare to him.

He was very appropriately dressed in a long Quidditch robe with broad yellow and black stripes on it, and a giant wasp printed on the chest like ink.

You can see that he is dressed like a real bee, except that he doesn’t have a long stinger on his butt.

But it was also clear that he had once been a strong man, but was now starting to lose his physique – his robes were tightly stretched around his big belly, which must have been small when he played Quidditch for Britain.

He had a flat nose, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and rosy face made him look like an oversized boy.

Ever since he first saw Mr. Bagman, Harry had even thought that Dumbledore’s title of Old Bee seemed to be in jeopardy.

“Ludo! Ludo!”

Weasley’s voice came from a distance. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Mr. Weasley running towards them like a gust of wind.

“Ahoy!” Bagman shouted happily, throwing his hands high in the air.

He walked in a hopping manner, as if he had springs under his feet. The way he jumped and waved his arms, he could have had some General’s Seaweed Egg Drop Soup.

“Arthur, old fellow,” he panted, as he came up to Mr. Weasley, “what a fine day it is, isn’t it? A splendid day! Such weather is impossible to find! There must be no cloud in the night… the whole preparation is in such good order… there is nothing for me to do!”

Just as he finished speaking, a group of haggard-looking Ministry of Magic officials hurried past them.

In the distance there were signs of someone playing with magic fire, purple sparks leaping more than twenty feet high.

“Hello, Mr. Bagman, hello.” Percy stepped forward and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Ludo Bagman – although he didn’t like Mr. Bagman’s looseness, it didn’t mean that he didn’t want to leave a good impression on the other party.

After all, he is the director of the Sports Department.

“Ah – yes,” said Mr. Weasley, smiling, “this is my son Percy… who has just started working at the Ministry – and this is Fred – no, George, sorry – that’s Fred – Bill, Charlie, Ron – my daughter Ginny – and this is Ron’s friend, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter … and Harry’s girl… er, friend – girlfriend, Cassandra Malfoy and Miss Veratea Grindelwald.”

Bagman looked slightly surprised at the mention of Harry’s name, and his eyes flickered to the scar on Harry’s forehead, which Harry was already very familiar with.

After hearing the names Malfoy and Grindelwald, Mr. Bagman was even more surprised, especially the name Grindelwald…

But as a veteran in the Ministry of Magic, he certainly knew what not to ask.

“Let me introduce you to someone,” continued Mr. Weasley. “This is Ludo Bagman. You know who he is. It’s thanks to him that we got this nice box -“

Bagman smiled broadly and waved his hand as if to say it was nothing.

“Want to place a bet on the match, Arthur?” he asked eagerly, making the pockets of his yellow and black robe jingle, as if they were filled with gold coins. “I’ve persuaded Rody Pontner to take a bet with me that Bulgaria will score the first goal – I’ve given him very high odds, as I consider Ireland’s third striker to be the best I’ve seen in years – and little Agatha Timms has put half the stock in her Eel Farm on the match lasting a week.”

“Oh… all right then,” said Mr. Weasley, “let me see… I’ll put a Galleon on Ireland to win, all right?”

“One Galleon?” Ludo Bagman looked a little disappointed, but soon recovered his interest. “Very good, very good… Anyone else want to bet?”

“They’re too young to be gambling,” said Mr. Weasley. “Molly won’t want to -“

“We’ll put thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, and three Knuts,” said Fred, and he and George quickly pulled out their money, “on Ireland to win – but Viktor Krum to catch the Snitch – and we’ll throw in a fake wand, too.”

“You’re planning on showing that crap to Mr. Bagman—” Percy said in a low voice.

But Mr. Bagman didn’t seem to think the fake wand was a piece of junk at all. He took the wand from Fred and it croaked and transformed into a rubber chicken, and Mr. Bagman laughed with excitement on his childish face.

“Great! I haven’t seen anything this realistic in years! I’ll pay five Galleons for it!”

“Haha! I knew there were people who knew what they were talking about!” the Weasley twins said excitedly, “We brought a lot of toy wands like these this time, almost over a hundred – I hope we can sell them for a good price here…”

“What about you?” Mr. Ludo Bagman glanced at Harry and then at Vivi.

There was a flash of violet in Vivi’s eyes.

“Hmm…” Vivi pondered for a moment, glanced at the expectant Weasley twins, and took out a hundred gold Galleons from her wallet.

“I’ll give you a hundred Galleons,” she said with a smile. “The bet is the same as for the pair of clones. Ireland wins – but Viktor Krum will catch the Snitch.”

Sirius was also eager to try, but because of his status as godfather, he thought about it and decided to hold back.

Forget it, forget it. I won’t get involved in these… well, seemingly unreliable behaviors. I will set a good example for Harry!

Mr. Bagman seemed to choke for a moment when he heard Vivi’s bet.

Then he quickly reacted and said with a smile: “Okay – Miss Grindelwald’s bet is unusual – perhaps I should follow your lead and bet that Ireland wins, but Viktor Krum will catch the Snitch?”

Hearing Mr. Bagman’s words, Vivi smiled meaningfully.

“That’s exactly what my godfather would have advised, Mr. Bagman—”

“Godfather?” Mr. Bagman looked up.

“Yes, Sirius Black.” Vivi looked at Sirius standing next to Mr. Weasley, “He is Harry’s godfather, and also my godfather…”

“So that’s it.”

The realization dawned on Mr. Bagman, and he pulled out his notebook and quill and scribbled down the Weasley clone’s name, along with Vivi’s.

Of course, he didn’t forget himself.

Ludo Bagman was no fool, he had certainly heard of Grindelwald’s name, although not Vivi’s.

But he knew about Gellert Grindelwald’s ability to predict the future.

and so……

In his opinion, as Gellert’s junior, Vivi must have inherited this ability.

Even if the probability was one in a thousand, Mr. Bagman was willing to take a gamble, not to mention that the probability of inheritance was countless times greater than one in a thousand.

As for Blake…

Mr. Bagman thought that after the World Cup, he should get closer to Mr. Black.

“Listen to me, you two.” Mr. Weasley frowned and said to the twins, “I still don’t want you to gamble. After all – well, if your mother knew, she would punish you severely.”

“We have grown up.” The twins said in unison.

“I also think that a World Cup match will be incomplete without a few bets.” Weiwei also expressed his support.

Mr. Weasley took a deep breath.

Forget it, forget it, the child is grown up…

“Then don’t cry to us when you lose everything.” Mr. Weasley said to the twins viciously.

“Don’t worry, Dad. We know what we are doing.” The twins said in unison.

Seeing that the twins were determined, Mr. Weasley stopped trying to persuade them and asked Mr. Bagman, “By the way, Ludo – any news about Bertha Jorkins?”

Hearing Mr. Weasley’s words, Sirius raised his head and looked at Mr. Bagman.

He had also heard about Bertha Jorkins’ disappearance, which had happened last month.

Vivi also reached out and pinched Harry behind his back inconspicuously, indicating that he should listen carefully to the story about Bertha Jorkins’ disappearance.

(End of this chapter)