"William, are you sure you're going to put all the pressure on...Transylvania?"

In the fairy's tent, Ludo pulled William's sleeve and almost knelt on the ground and begged.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! The impulse is Merlin! I beg you! That's Galone, not Nath! Not a shit-smelling chocolate frog!"

His voice was too loud, attracting the attention of countless wizards.

What? There are actually rare beasts that beat Transylvani?

I am so confused about this. I have a grudge against Garon, so I am rushing to give people money to be tender green leeks?

Soon, many wizards recognized Ludo and William.

Ludo was so eye-catching. He was wearing a long Quidditch ball robe with the same yellow and black crossings on it, and a huge wasp wasp printed on his chest like ink.

William was dressed normally, but he really had that handsome face, so famous.

Fudge pursued the current affairs closely, and while the popularity of Venice was not over yet, he was crazy about the Italian blood noodles and regarded William and Hermione as heroes to shape them.

There are reports everywhere, I have vomited when I see them, and it is difficult not to recognize them.

Merlin's brother-in-law, the famous Stark actually bets on Transylvani?

It seems that his genius is only in the field of magic and has not continued to bet on football.

"William, are you hitting the Soul-Snatching Curse? Who did it...the wizards of the Transylvania team, or the goblins?"

Under the angry gaze of the goblin, Ludo finally pulled William to the other side.

"What's wrong? Can't this team be suppressed?" William asked.

"Of course I can't suppress it! You don't even look at who your opponent is?" Lu Duo whispered.

"I'll give you some inside information, why is England vs. Transylvania the first game?

I’m finding a weak team player for England, this is a must-get score!”

"I tell you, William! How weak is this team... They are all part-time players.

The coach is a temporary divination professor at Waga Magic School, the goalkeeper is a bus ticket seller, and the ball seeker is a guardian of the Magic Department..." Ludo kept chatting.

Transylvania is not a country, but a region in Eastern Europe.

In the Muggle world, it belongs to Romania, but in the magic world, it has a high degree of autonomy.

Therefore, there is his own Quidditch team.

"But they are no longer amateurs after entering the Quidditch World Cup," William retorted.

"That was an accident!" Lu Duo looked as if he was disappointed.

"The ghost flying ball is round, everything is possible." William insisted with his acting skills: "I'll just suppress it and bet on luck."

"I don't object to your bet on luck, but can you stop trying to beat 20,000 Jialong?" Lu Duo growled. "Let's beat 1 Jialong first... try the water?"

"Buy the game against the other side, and the villa is on the sea." William said calmly, "The more you press, the more you earn!"

“…”

"Twenty thousand Gallons, all against Transylvania."

A group of onlookers and eavesdropped people suddenly burst into trouble.

I'm afraid this Stark isn't a wise man? He's really a primary school student?

Otherwise, the newbie who has just started, will be fooled by someone and will be more likely to have a high odds, thinking about getting rich overnight?

The wizards around were muttering and pointed at William.

The most important thing is, is it too rich? The Ministry of Magic staff is only seventy or eighty-year-old.

Twenty thousand Jialong... I don’t eat or drink, I will save more than twenty years.

The number one prodigal son in the magic world!

The old fairy laughed out loud, and her green face seemed to be a chrysanthemum with a burst of blooming.

The only man in front of me who can threaten him in terms of appearance is not as powerful as the legendary one.

"Mr. Stark, the odds we give are 1.11, .00."

"Three results: Win, draw, lose... Are you really overwhelming the Transylvania team?"

There are draws in the group stage. According to the competition system, each game will not last more than 4 hours.

If the Golden Snitch has not been caught within 4 hours, the final score will be determined.

"Of course I'm pressing it, my lucky number is 11." William smiled.

According to this odds, he beat 20,000 Jialong and won 220,000 Jialong. Excluding the principal, he made a net profit of 200,000 Jialong.

It can be called a big gamble!

In fact, you can also bet on the difference in the scores of the two teams, which is even higher.

But in the first game, William only scored 20,000 Gallons to play, and the finals were the real cuts.

It is understandable to have an uproar, but if you even guess the difference by hundreds of points, it would be too shocking.

No one wants to play with you later.

Everyone found out that William was here to be the real one, and the look of his eyes changed instantly.

On his forehead, it seemed that the words "silly people, more money, come quickly..."

"Mr. Stark, I am from the Little Head of Spinach Company... We have the best reputation..."

"Mr. Stark... Our odds can be adjusted to 100, and we will never run away."

A group of wizards who regarded William as a leek rushed over.

He and Ludo finally squeezed out of the crowd.

"William, do you think this is good? Give me the money and I will help you run it."

Lu Duo also instantly became an old gambling dog.

"I'll have to pay a commission if I'm sure I'll triple at the end of the World Cup... What do you think?"

William ignored him at all.

Lu Duo, a person who failed every exam, wanted to teach William, a person with reference answers, how to pass the exam?

Isn't this a joke?

"Mr. Bagman, how about Bertha?"

"It's still the same, this is why I came to you today." Lu Duo rubbed his hands.

"Mr. Stark, I heard from the hospital that you paid 5,000 Gallon hospitalization for Bertha?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Bertha was injured during the holiday I gave, which was barely considered an industrial injury. The Ministry of Magic will reimburse him, and there is still some money."

Ludo pondered: "I also heard you were helping with making potions."

"Yes." William nodded.

"Do you think this is OK? I will buy the potion at a price of 30% higher than the market price..."

"The money you should make is returned in full. If you exceed the 30% of the market price, will we two earn 30% of the account?"

"..." Lu Duo, the director of the Sports Department, spared no effort to pull out the wool of the Ministry of Magic.

William did not immediately refuse: "Mr. Bagman, I need to think about it."

Just thinking about it... William can easily earn millions a year by betting on football, completing the wealth accumulation of other people's generations.

Now go get frying with you?

Isn’t this equivalent to giving your own handle to Lu Duo?

William was trying to get rid of Ludo when he suddenly saw a familiar back.

The witch wrapped in a black robe and blocked her head with a gauze scarf. From the decoration, she looked like an Arab.

Professor McGonagall!

William is too familiar with her, so this back will definitely not admit his mistake.

"Professor McGonagall." William shouted.

When the witch heard others shouting, the witch walked faster.

"...Professor McGonagall, why are you walking so fast? I'm William."

Professor McGonagall had no choice but to stop and turn around speechlessly.

"Ah, William, why are you here? What a coincidence."

At this time, Professor McGonagall seemed a little panicked and lost his usual strict aura at school.

She was so panicked. The students found out that she was gambling with football, which would have affected her image too much.
To be continued...