Vol 2 Chapter 608: Bagmon and Rita

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I can’t blame Bagmon. After all, Fanlin’s determined result is in the eyes of most people the act of giving money. The most important thing is to understand Fanlin’s way of human capital... Fanlin is not right at all. What interest is in the wonderland. 【】
However, Fanlin was more aware of Bagmon's dealings with goblins.
These fairies don't talk about affection, in the eyes of fairies, only gold coins are eternal.
Bagmon probably made some agreement with the goblin, or a bet.
Judging from Bagmon’s extraordinary enthusiasm for Harry, Bagmon’s gaze is naturally locked in the Three Witch Fighting Competition, which should be the only project with unprecedented topicality in recent years besides the World Cup. Up.
Naturally, as an official of the Ministry of Magic, Bagmon could still find a chance to make a fortune.
Dealing with the goblins is nothing more than Bagmon pressing the treasure on Harry's body, a gambling agreement and the like, earning gold coins.
He has always liked doing this, otherwise, he would not owe Fanlin such a large debt.
This is not a good habit, at least, it will leave a lot of hidden dangers and handles.
However, Fanlin was very curious about how Bagmon got on the line with those goblins. You know, he hasn't even used the money to pay Fred and George.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Bagmon..." Fanlin said with a smile, "I take the liberty to ask, Mr. Bagmon, are those fairies your friends?"
"Oh, of course." Bagmon smiled, "We are talking about something, this is about the finances of the Ministry of Magic..."
Fanlin understood right away that these fairies mostly came from Gringotts.
"In this way, Mr. Bagmont is really busy, but capable people will always be reused, and Minister Cornelius Fudge must have made wise decisions."
"After all, the minister still has a lot of things to deal with..." Bagmon grinned twice, and then changed the subject. His goal was not the kid who made him bear a large debt.
"Sorry, but..." Bagmon looked at the little wizards embarrassedly. "If you don't mind, I think I need to have a good talk with Harry..."
"Oh, of course." Fanlin made a please gesture, and then Bagmont took Harry away.
"When does the Ministry of Magic's finances need to be managed by the Minister of Sports?" Ron asked in surprise.
"He just wants to get a fortune on those fairies."
Fanlin shrugged indifferently, "Otherwise, thousands of Jin Jialong will make him have a bad year."
Bagmont took Harry to the end of the three broomsticks, which was the furthest away from Mrs. Rosemart.
"I think I should congratulate you again on your wonderful performance against the horntail dragon. It's really outstanding." Bagmon said.
"Thank you." Harry said, but he knew that Bagmon wanted to say more than that, because praising him can also be praised before leaving his comrades. Why distract them? But Bagh went up in a blindfold and didn't vomit in a hurry, although Harry noticed that he was looking in the mirror from time to time, and the fairies were winking at him in the darkness.
"It's a nightmare." When Bagmont noticed that Harry was looking over there, he lowered the noise and said to Harry: "They don't speak English well... but they can add it with their fingers. These guys are old It is spoken in Gobaldek. But I only know one of the words, which means with an axe. I don't like to use it lest they think I threaten them." He let out a low, deep laugh.
"What do they want?" Harry asked.
"Uh, this..." Bagmon suddenly looked a little nervous, "They...they are looking for Barty Crouch."
"Why did you find this? Isn't he a pastor in London?"
"Uh...in fact, I don't know where he is," Bagmon said. "He is a little...not too big to come to work. I haven't seen him for a few weeks. His assistant Percy said he was sick. On the surface, he has asked Owl to send instructions. But Harry, don’t you tell anyone this? Because Rita Skeeter is asking about his whereabouts, I dare to guarantee that she will brag about Barty’s illness Cheng is a bad omen, or he is missing like Percy Zawkins."
"You have Percy. Do you have news about Zorkins?" Harry asked.
"No." Bagmont became nervous again. "I have sent someone to look for her, but things are very strange. She must have arrived in Albania, because she wants to see her second cousin, and then leaves her cousin's house to see her aunt in the south. , Came and disappeared on the road. Let me think about where she would go. She is not like the kind of person who elopes with others... But... What are we doing? Why are we talking about fairies and Percy. Zorkins What? I really want to ask you."
Bagmon lowered his voice and said, "How about the golden egg?"
"Uh, not bad." Harry lied.
Bagmont seemed to see his dishonesty.
"Listen, Harry," he still whispered, "I don't feel very good about all of this. You are already involved in this game, although you are reluctant, but if... if I can help... You point me in a direction...I am biased towards you...that is the way you surpass the dragon, that's it."
Harry looked at his round face and the two blue eyes like children.
"We'll find clues in the egg, won't we?" He tried to speak casually. "Baghmon is getting a little impatient. "We all want a Hogwarts victory, don't we? "
"Have you helped Cedric?" Harry asked.
Bagmont's smooth face wrinkled at this time. "No, I, I mean, I am partial to you, I just want to help you..."
"In that case, thank you so much. But I think the egg will crack in a few days."
He didn't know whether he would accept Baghmun's help. Baghmun was still a stranger to him, and if he accepted it, he would feel deceived his companion.
If Fanlin heard it, he would definitely not let Harry refuse. This kind of vain thing, if there is any advantage, it is just...
In fact, let Harry know that if Bagmont arbitrarily let him open the market, Harry would be very angry, even if Fred and George did it all the time.
Bagmont looked a little unhappy.
At this moment, Fred and George appeared, and Bagmon stopped talking.
"Hello, Mr. Bagmon, can you enjoy a drink?" Fred said happily.
"No, thank you, buddy." Bagmon finally gave Harry a disappointed look.
Fred and George were equally disappointed. They looked at Harry as if he had disappointed them.
"Okay, I should go now. Nice to meet you, Harry, good luck."
Bagmon hurriedly walked out of the bar, and a few goblins also stood up and followed him out.
Harry walked to the table where the few people were sitting before.
"What does he want?" Ron asked.
"Want to help me with the golden egg." Harry replied. "He shouldn't have done this."
Hermione said in surprise, "He is one of the referees, and you have found the clue, haven't you?"
"Uh, almost." Harry said.
"I think Dumbledore would be very angry if he knew that Bagmon secretly helped you, I hope he helped Cedric like that." Hermione said indifferently, she could see it, cheating It is tradition, such as the fire dragon, or what.
If there is no prior preparation, then it is not as simple as being injured, and Boothbatten and Durmstrang have never intended to play fair, have they?
"He won't, I asked him." Harry sighed.
"Who cares if he helps Diggory?" Ron said, and Harry nodded in agreement.
"Those evil spirits don't look friendly. What are they doing here?" Hermione said with a sip of beer.
"Bagomon said they were looking for Crouch. He was ill and didn't go to work for a week." Harry said.
"Maybe Percy poisoned him so that he can sit on the position of Minister of International Magic Cooperation." Ron said indifferently.
Hermione glared at him, complaining that he shouldn't be making such a joke.
Fanlin's attitude is the same as Ron, so it seems that Barty Crouch has completely fallen.
He received the news very early, which did not surprise him.
"It's funny, a few goblins are looking for Crouch. They should be dealing with people from the Magic Animal Control Bureau."
"Crouch can speak several languages, maybe the fairies are looking for him to be an interpreter." Harry said.
"Are you worried about the poor goblin?" Ron asked Hermione, "Do you want to form a society to protect them?"
"Haha, fairies don't need someone else to protect them. Haven't you heard what Professor Pency said about fairies rebelling?" Hermione asked back.
"No." Ron and Harry said in unison.
"They are amazing," Hermione took another sip of beer. "They are not like those servant fairies."
"They are really amazing. At least, Gringotts can completely ban the existence of the Ministry of Magic in Egypt." Fanlin said with a sip of butter beer.
Gabriel was obediently drinking a glass of lemonade, while Dennis looked at these people in a daze.
Ron's position was facing the door, but a person who disliked everyone walked in at the right time.
Rita Skeeter came in. She was wearing a yellow blouse today, and the bottom of her dress was painted a dazzling red. With her was the pregnant photographer. She ordered a drink, and the two of them passed through the crowd and sat at the table beside them.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at her and saw she was talking proudly.
"I think we should stay away from her." Fanlin lowered his head and said, dealing with Rita, now is not the time, to be precise, on this occasion, he has no initiative.
Several people nodded one after another, but Rita's voice came, and everyone couldn't help but listen in.
"They don't really want to talk to us? What do you think? Why is he with a group of fairies? Bored, he is a master of liars, has something happened? We should do something, just say'be shameless The sorcerer Bagmon’s title. Write it down and we have to make up some stories."
"Whose life do you want to ruin?" Harry said loudly.
Many people raised their heads. After Rita could see who was talking, the two eyes behind her jeweled glasses went wide.
"Harry," she grinned, "great, why are you here?"
"I was about to bring a long broom to settle the bill with you." Harry said angrily. "Why do you write Hagrid like that?"
"The reader has the right to know the truth of the matter, I just do what I should..."
"Who cares that he is a half-giant?" Harry shouted. "He is so normal."
The bar was silent, the lady boss was watching all this from the counter, not even knowing that the wine was overflowing.
Rita's smile was a little stiff, but she recovered immediately. And she moved quickly to take out paper and pen from her crocodile leather bag, and said, "How about an interview? Tell me about Hagrid, the story behind the muscular guy, and you and him. The reason for being a friend~EbookFREE.me~Do you treat him as a father?"
Hermione stood up "whooping", holding the glass of beer in her hand, like a grenade.
"You terrible woman, you don't care about others, you only care about your story, even Bagmon..."
"Sit down for me, idiot, how do you understand what we're talking about?" Rita said coldly, her sharp gaze reaching Hermione. "If I tell something about Bagmon, you will be angry. Even the hair is curled up, not to say—"
"It's not that your arbitrarily compiled things are not as exciting as Guidro Lockhart's novels."
Fanlin interrupted unceremoniously, "Moreover, you'd better think clearly about what you are doing, or what kind of words are suitable to put in your mouth."
Rita was choked, she fixed her eyes on the boy who had been sitting aside.
"Vanlin El?" Rita was a little uncertain, but her long-term training gaze made her understand the boy's identity at a glance.
In the Quidditch World Cup, the fight against the black wizard to save one hundred thousand wizards is a report repeated by the Daily Prophet for months.
Fanlin didn't respond, but frowned at Rita.
Rita seems to have discovered something more valuable news. Legend has it that this little wizard is more tyrannical than the professor, but this is not important.
She got some news about the Three Witch Fighting Contest. Fanlin was jointly excluded by the two schools and even gave up...
This in itself is a controversial matter, of course, and Fanlin itself.
Young enough, strong enough, and a good friend of Harry Potter, and according to her observation, this boy still has some ulterior secrets with the Warriors of Boothbat.
friendship? None of this exists! .
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