Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In this tent, which can be called a small family, now has a guest.

This is a tall, middle-aged man who looks very eye-catching. He is wearing a long Quidditch ball gown with a wide cross of yellow and black on it, and a huge wasp is printed on his chest like ink. .

The slightly protruding abdomen indicates that he may have been lacking in exercise recently. It is not unusual for a person to lose weight in middle age.

"Hello, Ludo." Lucius immediately got up from the mahogany seat he was sitting on, walked around the delicate round table in front of him, opened his arms, and walked to the tent entrance. To greet this man warmly.

The identity of this guest is undoubtedly, a gambler who maintains a good appearance but is in fact addicted to gambling-Ludo Bagman.

"Aha! Lucius!" Bagman exclaimed excitedly. This is his accustomed way of greeting. It seems that he is very familiar with everyone, but his eyes are a little drifting now, and he is affected by the luxurious furniture in front of him. Was attracted, as soon as he opened the curtain of the tent and walked into this huge space, he felt the soft touch under his feet. With a slight glance, he saw a high-end carpet covering the whole room with the color tone on it. Mainly black and green, echoing from a distance, supplemented by some paintings, vivid printing patterns, it looks low-key and luxurious, and the fluffy blankets are not extraordinary products, they seem to be made of some kind of magical creature's hair. of.

Not to mention the other mahogany seats and the chandelier with gorgeous crystals hanging above his head. The shining light made him feel a little dizzy.

While Bagman was still surprised by these extravagant objects, Lucius had already walked in front of him.

Lucius raised his cane, made a gesture of please, and said in his somewhat low voice: "I think what you need most now is a cup of hot tea. It should be extremely cold outside now. It looks like the weather these days. Not very good."

"Yes, I don't know if the Quidditch World Cup can be held on time." Bagman sighed and said sadly.

"Dobby, serve tea to the guests." Lucius ordered, and then Dobby respectfully held a cup of steaming tea to the table.

"Dear guest, please use it slowly." It said kindly.

Bagman sat uncomfortably on the mahogany chair and twisted his body.

In the eyes of gamblers, especially in the eyes of gamblers with heavy debts, they have an extraordinary sense of smell for money. When they see some valuable items, they often don’t know what they should be. To judge their value from an angle, the only thing useful to them is how much money can be exchanged.

One hand of this gambler is unconsciously touching the corner of the long mahogany table in front of him. From his non-professional perspective, it is also an expensive piece of furniture. The other hand is holding the teacup on the table. , I delivered it to my mouth, but I didn't taste it at all.

Bagman is already a little overwhelmed. He originally thought that with his experience as a Quidditch player for so many years, he would be able to bet on the ball without any disadvantage, but the reality gave him a heavy blow. Analysis is completely useless, everything on the court is so fickle.

Earlier, he had actually been addicted to gambling, but he usually covered it well and maintained a well-dressed appearance. Even if he borrowed money, he was only looking for someone who had little contact with ordinary wizards. Those fairies.

But now he has almost no retreat. If he can't win back the huge debt he owed in the upcoming final, and then return it to the fairies, the fairies will go to Wiesengama Court to sue. He, let him ruin.

"What's the matter? Ludo?" Lucius looked at him strangely: "Is the tea not to your taste? Or try the coffee I brought from Brazil? It should taste very good." Then he faced him. Standing on the sideline at any time, Dobby continued to command impatiently: "It seems that your tea does not suit the taste of the guests. Your punishment will be discussed later.

Dobby trembled in horror, and then forced himself back to normal.

"It's better to get along with the young master." Dobby thought this in his heart, and then crouched back, ready to go to the kitchen.

"No, no, very good, your house elves are very good." Bagman seemed to have recovered his senses now, and responded complimentingly. He didn't want to let the servant punish the servant as soon as he went to someone else's house.

"That's good, I think we can go into the back room and talk." Lucius raised his eyebrows and made his own suggestion. He didn't notice Bagman's anomaly, or that Lucius just guessed. Geman may be a little uncomfortable physically, and he has no idea what the world would look like in the eyes of a gambler.

"Okay." Bagman nodded, then agreed to the request, and walked side by side with Lucius into a room in the corner of the hall.

After a while, Bagman walked out of the back room with a smile of joy, and Lucius also had a satisfied expression. After some negotiations, it seemed that both sides got the results they wanted.

"Happy cooperation, Lucius." As he left, Bagman offered his hand.

"Of course." Lucius replied, also extending his somewhat slender and pale hand.

The two smiled tacitly.

"Then let's wait until the game starts and we will contact again. I will try my best." Bagman said, then opened the curtain and went back outside.

"Dad? Who was here just now?" Malfoy pushed out the door from the small room on the left, and saw Lucius saying goodbye to someone.

"Ludo Bagman. It's just an outdated Quidditch player, but I just happened to have something to find him." Lucius said disdainfully, reducing the polite expression.

"Then I have to go and have a look." Malfoy shook his fists, pretending to be excited, and said a little excitedly, then ran straight to the tent opening to the outside world, opened the curtain, and drilled. Got out.

"When was Draco interested in Quidditch?" Lucius looked at his son's hurried back and shook his head. If he remembered correctly, Ludo Bagman was the batsman. At that time, Draco should have just been born, right?

"Forget it." Lucius rubbed his temples and decided not to think about it so much.

He guessed that Malfoy might just be looking for Ludo for an autograph.

And Bagman thought the same way when he saw the boy in front of him.

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