v5 Chapter 50： The game is bought in reverse, the villa is close to the sea
"William, are you sure you're all-in... Transylvania?"
In the goblin's tent, Ludo pulled William's sleeve and almost knelt on the ground and begged.
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! It's Merlin! I beg you! That's Galleon, not Nat! Not a shit-smelling chocolate frog!"
His voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of countless wizards.
What? There are still rare beasts that overwhelm the Transylvani team?
How unthinkable is this, having a grudge against Jialong, rushing to give people money to be green leeks?
Soon, many wizards recognized Ludo and William.
Ludo was too conspicuous, wearing a long Quidditch robe with the same yellow and black stripes, and a huge wasp printed on his chest like ink.
William was dressed normally, but he was really that handsome face, so famous.
Fudge keeps up with current affairs, and before the heat of Venice is over, he goes crazy with Italian blood spaghetti, and portrays William and Hermione as heroes.
There are reports all over the place, all of them vomited, and it's hard not to know them.
Merlin's brother-in-law, the famous Stark actually bet on Transylvani?
It seems that his genius is only in the field of magic, and does not extend to gambling.
"William, are you under the Imperius Curse? Who did it... the Transylvanian wizards, or the goblins?"
Under the goblin's angry gaze, Ludo finally pulled William to the other side.
"What's the matter, can't this team be pressed?" William asked.
"Of course not! You don't even look at who your opponent is?" Ludo whispered.
"I'll give you the inside story, why is England vs. Transylvania in the first game?
Looking for a hot hand for a weak team in England, this is a must! "
"I tell you, William! How weak this team is... they're all part-time players.
The coach is a makeshift divination professor at the Waga School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the keeper is the bus conductor, the Seeker is the old janitor at the Ministry of Magic..." Ludo chattered.
Transylvania is not a country, just a region of Eastern Europe.
In the Muggle world it belongs to Romania, but in the wizarding world it has a high degree of autonomy.
So have their own Quidditch team.
"But they're in the Quidditch World Cup and they're no longer amateurs," retorted William.
"That was an accident!" Ludo looked like he hated iron.
"Quaff is round, and anything is possible." William rushed his acting skills and insisted: "I'll press it and bet my luck."
"I don't object to you betting on luck, but can you press 20,000 Galleons as soon as you don't get started?" Ludo growled. "Let's press a Galleon first... test the water?"
"The game is bought in reverse, and the villa is by the sea." William said calmly, "The more you press, the more you earn!"
"..."
"Twenty thousand Galleons, all-in on Transylvania."
A group of onlookers and eavesdroppers suddenly exploded.
I'm afraid this Stark is not wise, right? Really elementary school?
Otherwise, it's a newbie who is just getting started, being fooled a few words, and the odds are high, thinking of getting rich overnight?
The wizards all around were muttering and pointing at William.
The most important thing is, too rich, right? Ministry of Magic staff, only seventy or eighty Galleons a month.
20,000 Galleons... If you don't eat or drink, you need to save for more than 20 years.
The first prodigal in the magic world!
The old goblin laughed, and the green face looked like a chrysanthemum that had been exploded.
The only man in front of him who can threaten him in terms of appearance is not as powerful as the legend.
"Mr. Stark, our odds are 1.11, 3.75, 11.00."
"Three outcomes, win, draw, lose... Are you really all-in on Transylvania?"
There was a draw in the group stage. According to the competition system, the duration of each game shall not exceed 4 hours.
If the Snitch has not been caught within 4 hours, the winner will be determined based on the final score.
"Of course I pressed it, my lucky number is 11." William smiled.
According to this odds, he beat 20,000 Galleons and won 220,000. After removing the principal, the net profit is 200,000 Galleons.
It's a big gamble!
In fact, you can also bet on the difference between the scores of the two teams, and the odds are higher.
But in the first game, William only took 20,000 Galleons for the game, and the final is the real leek.
An upset is understandable, but if you can guess the difference by a few hundred points, it will be too shocking.
No one wants to play with you after that.
Everyone found that William was coming for real, and the eyes they looked at him changed instantly.
On his forehead, it seemed to say: stupid, rich, come quickly....
"Mr. Stark, I'm the owner of the small spinach company... We have the best reputation..."
"Mr. Stark... Our odds can be adjusted to one to one hundred, and we will never run away."
A group of wizards who took William as a leek rushed over.
He and Ludo finally got out of the crowd.
"William, do you think this is good? You give me the money, and I will help you run it."
Ludo also instantly became an old gambling dog.
"Guaranteed to triple by the end of the World Cup, I will get a commission... What do you think?"
William ignored him at all.
Ludo, a person who fails every test, wants to teach William, who has reference answers, how to pass the test?
Isn't this a joke?
"Mr. Bagman, how is Bertha?"
"It's still like that, that's why I came to you today." Ludo rubbed his hands.
"Mr. Stark, I heard from the hospital that you paid Bertha five thousand Galleons for hospitalization?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Bertha was injured during the leave I gave, barely a work-related injury. The Ministry of Magic will reimburse him, and there is still money for it."
Ludo pondered: "I also heard that you are helping to make potions."
"Yes." William nodded.
"Do you think this works? I'll buy the potion at a price 30% higher than the market price..."
"The money you should have earned will be returned in full. For the 30% that exceeds the market price, we will split the account between the two of us?"
"..." Ludo, the head of the sports department, really spared no effort to scour the Ministry of Magic's wool.
William didn't immediately refuse: "Mr. Bagman, I need to think about it."
Just think about it... William can easily make millions a year by gambling on football, and complete the wealth accumulation of others for generations.
Now go scouring the wool with you?
Isn't this equivalent to giving his own handle to Ludo?
William was about to get rid of Ludo when he suddenly saw a familiar back.
The witch, wrapped in a black robe and covering her head with a shawl, looks like an Arab from the decoration.
-Professor McGonagall!
William was too familiar with her, and this figure would definitely not admit his mistake.
"Professor McGonagall," cried William.
Hearing others shouting, the witch walked faster.
"...Professor McGonagall, why are you walking so fast? I'm William."
Professor McGonagall had to stop and turn around speechlessly.
"Ah, William, why are you here? What a coincidence."
At this time, Professor McGonagall seemed a little flustered, and lost the stern aura he usually had at school.
She was so flustered. Being discovered by students to bet on football is too bad for the image.
Seeing Professor McGonagall, Ludo, who owed her money, immediately Apparated and ran away. Not a second was delayed.
"William, why are you here?" Professor McGonagall sullenly said, "You are underage, you are not allowed to gamble!"
William didn't answer, but lowered his voice and said, "Which team are you going to beat?"
what's the situation? William's expression of betting that she was here to gamble?
McGonagall pursed her lips tightly. Has her identity as a gambling king for many years been leaked out?
Professor Dumbledore or... Hagrid, who couldn't keep a secret?
Or, is that Snape guy? He had been trying to replace her as the vice-principal.
Oh ~ sinister Slytherin!
In an instant, Professor McGonagall, who frowned, doubted all the teachers.
"Professor, have you decided who to crush?" William asked again.
"England national team." Professor McGonagall concealed.
"William, I never gamble on football, but... feelings."
"I tell you, England will lose..."
"..."
"Really." William said softly. "The England national team swelled until dawn last night. They are so inflated that they will definitely lose tonight."
This is certainly not a reason. The real reason is: believe in Nico and have eternal life!
"But..." Professor McGonagall hesitated.
"Trust me, professor! Press the England national team, and you may be lining up to go to the rooftop tomorrow."
"..."
"William, I don't usually bet on football. Today I just made a bet with feelings, and I just want to have fun." Professor McGonagall said sternly, "But it's the same for everyone, since you said that..."
She leaned closer and said softly, "I'll go get the keys to my vault immediately, and put all the Galleons I've saved up for the Transylvania team."
"..." As expected of a Gryffindor, it is bold!
The two were about to leave when William saw another sneaky figure.
—Professor Trelawney!
"Oh, Minerva, what a coincidence." Professor Trelawney walked around holding a bottle of sherry.
"HeyIsn't this William? You guys come to bet too?"
"Professor, which team are you going to beat?"
"Of course it's the England national team... I've seen the result with my eyes..." She burped.
"I advanced a year's salary to Dumbledore... a small profit, although not much, but very stable."
"..."
It seems that Professor Trelawney's prediction has not always worked.
...
...
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In the goblin's tent, Ludo pulled William's sleeve and almost knelt on the ground and begged.
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! It's Merlin! I beg you! That's Galleon, not Nat! Not a shit-smelling chocolate frog!"
His voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of countless wizards.
What? There are still rare beasts that overwhelm the Transylvani team?
How unthinkable is this, having a grudge against Jialong, rushing to give people money to be green leeks?
Soon, many wizards recognized Ludo and William.
Ludo was too conspicuous, wearing a long Quidditch robe with the same yellow and black stripes, and a huge wasp printed on his chest like ink.
William was dressed normally, but he was really that handsome face, so famous.
Fudge keeps up with current affairs, and before the heat of Venice is over, he goes crazy with Italian blood spaghetti, and portrays William and Hermione as heroes.
There are reports all over the place, all of them vomited, and it's hard not to know them.
Merlin's brother-in-law, the famous Stark actually bet on Transylvani?
It seems that his genius is only in the field of magic, and does not extend to gambling.
"William, are you under the Imperius Curse? Who did it... the Transylvanian wizards, or the goblins?"
Under the goblin's angry gaze, Ludo finally pulled William to the other side.
"What's the matter, can't this team be pressed?" William asked.
"Of course not! You don't even look at who your opponent is?" Ludo whispered.
"I'll give you the inside story, why is England vs. Transylvania in the first game?
Looking for a hot hand for a weak team in England, this is a must! "
"I tell you, William! How weak this team is... they're all part-time players.
The coach is a makeshift divination professor at the Waga School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the keeper is the bus conductor, the Seeker is the old janitor at the Ministry of Magic..." Ludo chattered.
Transylvania is not a country, just a region of Eastern Europe.
In the Muggle world it belongs to Romania, but in the wizarding world it has a high degree of autonomy.
So have their own Quidditch team.
"But they're in the Quidditch World Cup and they're no longer amateurs," retorted William.
"That was an accident!" Ludo looked like he hated iron.
"Quaff is round, and anything is possible." William rushed his acting skills and insisted: "I'll press it and bet my luck."
"I don't object to you betting on luck, but can you press 20,000 Galleons as soon as you don't get started?" Ludo growled. "Let's press a Galleon first... test the water?"
"The game is bought in reverse, and the villa is by the sea." William said calmly, "The more you press, the more you earn!"
"..."
"Twenty thousand Galleons, all-in on Transylvania."
A group of onlookers and eavesdroppers suddenly exploded.
I'm afraid this Stark is not wise, right? Really elementary school?
Otherwise, it's a newbie who is just getting started, being fooled a few words, and the odds are high, thinking of getting rich overnight?
The wizards all around were muttering and pointing at William.
The most important thing is, too rich, right? Ministry of Magic staff, only seventy or eighty Galleons a month.
20,000 Galleons... If you don't eat or drink, you need to save for more than 20 years.
The first prodigal in the magic world!
The old goblin laughed, and the green face looked like a chrysanthemum that had been exploded.
The only man in front of him who can threaten him in terms of appearance is not as powerful as the legend.
"Mr. Stark, our odds are 1.11, 3.75, 11.00."
"Three outcomes, win, draw, lose... Are you really all-in on Transylvania?"
There was a draw in the group stage. According to the competition system, the duration of each game shall not exceed 4 hours.
If the Snitch has not been caught within 4 hours, the winner will be determined based on the final score.
"Of course I pressed it, my lucky number is 11." William smiled.
According to this odds, he beat 20,000 Galleons and won 220,000. After removing the principal, the net profit is 200,000 Galleons.
It's a big gamble!
In fact, you can also bet on the difference between the scores of the two teams, and the odds are higher.
But in the first game, William only took 20,000 Galleons for the game, and the final is the real leek.
An upset is understandable, but if you can guess the difference by a few hundred points, it will be too shocking.
No one wants to play with you after that.
Everyone found that William was coming for real, and the eyes they looked at him changed instantly.
On his forehead, it seemed to say: stupid, rich, come quickly....
"Mr. Stark, I'm the owner of the small spinach company... We have the best reputation..."
"Mr. Stark... Our odds can be adjusted to one to one hundred, and we will never run away."
A group of wizards who took William as a leek rushed over.
He and Ludo finally got out of the crowd.
"William, do you think this is good? You give me the money, and I will help you run it."
Ludo also instantly became an old gambling dog.
"Guaranteed to triple by the end of the World Cup, I will get a commission... What do you think?"
William ignored him at all.
Ludo, a person who fails every test, wants to teach William, who has reference answers, how to pass the test?
Isn't this a joke?
"Mr. Bagman, how is Bertha?"
"It's still like that, that's why I came to you today." Ludo rubbed his hands.
"Mr. Stark, I heard from the hospital that you paid Bertha five thousand Galleons for hospitalization?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Bertha was injured during the leave I gave, barely a work-related injury. The Ministry of Magic will reimburse him, and there is still money for it."
Ludo pondered: "I also heard that you are helping to make potions."
"Yes." William nodded.
"Do you think this works? I'll buy the potion at a price 30% higher than the market price..."
"The money you should have earned will be returned in full. For the 30% that exceeds the market price, we will split the account between the two of us?"
"..." Ludo, the head of the sports department, really spared no effort to scour the Ministry of Magic's wool.
William didn't immediately refuse: "Mr. Bagman, I need to think about it."
Just think about it... William can easily make millions a year by gambling on football, and complete the wealth accumulation of others for generations.
Now go scouring the wool with you?
Isn't this equivalent to giving his own handle to Ludo?
William was about to get rid of Ludo when he suddenly saw a familiar back.
The witch, wrapped in a black robe and covering her head with a shawl, looks like an Arab from the decoration.
-Professor McGonagall!
William was too familiar with her, and this figure would definitely not admit his mistake.
"Professor McGonagall," cried William.
Hearing others shouting, the witch walked faster.
"...Professor McGonagall, why are you walking so fast? I'm William."
Professor McGonagall had to stop and turn around speechlessly.
"Ah, William, why are you here? What a coincidence."
At this time, Professor McGonagall seemed a little flustered, and lost the stern aura he usually had at school.
She was so flustered. Being discovered by students to bet on football is too bad for the image.
Seeing Professor McGonagall, Ludo, who owed her money, immediately Apparated and ran away. Not a second was delayed.
"William, why are you here?" Professor McGonagall sullenly said, "You are underage, you are not allowed to gamble!"
William didn't answer, but lowered his voice and said, "Which team are you going to beat?"
what's the situation? William's expression of betting that she was here to gamble?
McGonagall pursed her lips tightly. Has her identity as a gambling king for many years been leaked out?
Professor Dumbledore or... Hagrid, who couldn't keep a secret?
Or, is that Snape guy? He had been trying to replace her as the vice-principal.
Oh ~ sinister Slytherin!
In an instant, Professor McGonagall, who frowned, doubted all the teachers.
"Professor, have you decided who to crush?" William asked again.
"England national team." Professor McGonagall concealed.
"William, I never gamble on football, but... feelings."
"I tell you, England will lose..."
"..."
"Really." William said softly. "The England national team swelled until dawn last night. They are so inflated that they will definitely lose tonight."
This is certainly not a reason. The real reason is: believe in Nico and have eternal life!
"But..." Professor McGonagall hesitated.
"Trust me, professor! Press the England national team, and you may be lining up to go to the rooftop tomorrow."
"..."
"William, I don't usually bet on football. Today I just made a bet with feelings, and I just want to have fun." Professor McGonagall said sternly, "But it's the same for everyone, since you said that..."
She leaned closer and said softly, "I'll go get the keys to my vault immediately, and put all the Galleons I've saved up for the Transylvania team."
"..." As expected of a Gryffindor, it is bold!
The two were about to leave when William saw another sneaky figure.
—Professor Trelawney!
"Oh, Minerva, what a coincidence." Professor Trelawney walked around holding a bottle of sherry.
"HeyIsn't this William? You guys come to bet too?"
"Professor, which team are you going to beat?"
"Of course it's the England national team... I've seen the result with my eyes..." She burped.
"I advanced a year's salary to Dumbledore... a small profit, although not much, but very stable."
"..."
It seems that Professor Trelawney's prediction has not always worked.
...
...
(Ask for recommendation votes, everyone.
Thanks to the "Flip Booker Liu" for the reward.
Thanks for the 60,000 coins of the leader "lenxee", the first leader of this book.
At present, there are fourteen updates in total, of which the leader is ten. )
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