After watching the Quidditch game for several days in a row, Albert found that the Quidditch World Cup was not as interesting as he imagined. Especially after the excitement of the previous few days, the initial novelty began to fade, and Liannia was very interested in the wizard camp.
Her curiosity has also been greatly weakened, and she no longer even goes out to hang out at night. Instead, she is very interested in the beauty potions that Isobel, Valeria and Katherine are researching.
Women always care about their appearance, just like men always like beautiful women.
"It's almost time!" Albert glanced at the open pocket watch, put down the newspaper and prepared to go find Black. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell the house elf to keep an eye on Nia.
Sirius's tent is in the camp next door. It takes about ten minutes to walk there. This distance is actually not that far. After all, the Quidditch World Cup stadium can accommodate 100,000 people, which means that there will be at least 10,000 tents divided into
It is normal to have several camping areas.
If it weren't for the wizard's magical tent, Albert doubted whether this land could accommodate so many wizards without being detected by Muggle satellites?
Compared with the night, the campground was very deserted during the day. Many wizards were catching up on their sleep. Of course, some wizards were packing up their tents and preparing to leave. There were many wizards who only watched one game. After all, Quidditch tickets were not cheap.
"Albert, this way, this way."
When Albert walked through the camp, he found his roommate Lee Jordan waving to him desperately. Standing next to him was a black wizard who looked very similar to him. He seemed to have heard his son's cry, no.
Instead of talking to the man next to him, he turned his head and followed Li Jordan's line of sight.
"When did you arrive? By the way, this is my father." Lee Jordan enthusiastically introduced his father to Albert.
"Oh, dear Ludo, let me think about the bet for a while, and I'll come back to you later, okay?" Mr. Jordan cast an apologetic look at Bagman, and then walked up to talk to Albert with a smile.
Say hello, "You must be Albert. I often hear Li mention you. Originally, I wanted to invite you over to watch the football match."
Bagman, who was left alone, couldn't help but frown, but he also looked at the young man in front of him curiously. He always felt that the young man looked familiar. When he heard the person next to him mention Albert's name, he remembered who the young man was.
"Albert Anderson, the most genius wizard of this century?" Bagman said in an exaggerated tone.
"Hello, Mr. Bagman." Albert said pretending to be surprised, "I didn't expect to see you here."
"Do you know each other?" Mr. Jordan asked curiously.
"Mr. Bagman is the commentator for the Quidditch World Cup." Albert explained.
"Mr. Anderson is a big celebrity now. He has won two international awards in one month. What do you think? Do you want to place a bet on the competition? Ireland has a great chance of winning this year." Bagman said with excitement.
"Okay, Ludo, don't teach the boy bad things. Let's talk about betting later!" Mr. Jordan interrupted before Bagman, "Albert, come in and sit for a while, and try my latest trick."
The tea arrived.”
"Okay, see you later." Bagman frowned, turned and walked away.
"Dad said that Bagman likes gambling very much and always likes to solicit people to bet." Lee Jordan enthusiastically invited Albert into the tent and poured him a cup of hot tea with a silver pot.
Albert glanced at the fresh mint in the cup and took a sip. The pot was filled with green tea, which tasted pretty good.
"Who doesn't like gambling if you can win money?" Albert put down his tea cup and said meaningfully: "However, I heard others said that Bagman lost a lot of money."
"How much did you press?" Lee Jordan asked straight to the point.
"No." Albert noticed Lee Jordan's father looking at him and said, "However, Mr. Bagman is right. Ireland's winning rate is not small, and it is very promising to win this year's Quidditch Championship."
World Cup Champion.”
"That's great."
The three of them chatted about the football game for a while, and then Albert said goodbye and left.
Lee Jordan's father looked at the bag of galleons on the table and said to his son: "This friend of yours is very unusual!"
"Of course it's unusual. That's a genius who won two international awards in one month. The prize money he won is more galleons than many people earn in several years." Lee Jordan smiled and rubbed his hands and asked: "Dad, what are you doing?
No matter how much you plan to press, this is a sure-fire deal."
"Let's give him the same amount. I estimate that your friend will most likely ask us to help him make bets." Li Jordan's father naturally knew not to pick on one person, and was ready to find other unlucky people.
If Bagman is really bald, he won't be able to get his money back.
"Cherish your relationship, it's not easy to find good friends." After Albert left a bag of galleons, Lee Jordan's father no longer doubted Albert's judgment.
Albert did find a few acquaintances who were willing to help with the bets. As for doing it himself, it was really eye-catching. Adhering to the principle of making money together, many reliable acquaintances helped out, and the interest relationship was sometimes particularly reliable.
After greeting many acquaintances along the way, Albert finally arrived outside Sirius' tent. Hermione and Lupine were setting up a grill, while Harry and Ron were helping them.
However, more often than not they are doing a disservice.
"Harry, you and Ron go get some water and come back." Sirius handed the bucket to Harry and Ron.
"see you later."
After Harry said hello to Albert, he took the bucket and left with Ron.
"Let's go inside and talk about magazines." Sirius enthusiastically put his arm around Albert's shoulders and led him into the tent.
Hermione looked at the two people entering the tent with confusion, feeling that they seemed to have something private to discuss, so she didn't want to disturb them.
Sirius's tent was very luxurious, but it had an old smell, as if it had been there for a while.
As soon as Albert sat down, Sirius placed a bag of gold coins in front of him.
"You're right, Bagman is indeed unreliable. He only gave me half of the galleons." Sirius crossed his hands and said to Albert, "The other half continues to bet, but this time Bagman is smarter.
Yes, the odds given are not high."
Albert accepted the money bag and reminded kindly: "You can go to other bookmakers to bet. Don't just stare at Bagman. If he owes a lot of debt, he will definitely refuse to pay."
"What you say makes sense, but I haven't found another banker yet." Sirius was also worried that Bagman would suddenly default on his debt. If he really owed a lot of debt, he would definitely do this.
"Many wizards like gambling." Albert said without thinking, "You can always find one."
"By the way, are you interested in investing in magazines? We plan to open a Defense Against the Dark Arts magazine based on your suggestion. Remus is the editor-in-chief. As you know, he used to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"You shouldn't be short of money, right?" Albert's expression was a little strange, as if he didn't understand why Sirius wanted to invest in him.
"To tell you the truth, I started the magazine just to find a job for Remus. You should also know that it is difficult for him to find a decent job in the wizarding world because of his werewolf status." Sirius sighed: "Of course, we
I don’t need you to contribute many galleons. I just need to help with some ideas occasionally. I don’t need your help at ordinary times. I can also give you three-tenths of the shares. If you really lose money in the end, I can use the original price of galleons.
Buy back the shares you hold."
Albert felt that Blake made the decision on the spur of the moment, but the conditions given by the other party were very sincere!
"I don't seem to have any reason to refuse." Albert thought for a moment and smiled, "As long as nothing goes wrong, the field of black magic defense has indeed been able to sell well in recent years. As long as we gain a firm foothold in the past few years, we will not worry about making money.
Not enough money.”
Sirius couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Albert had agreed. The conditions he gave were quite generous.
However, considering Albert's philosophy of making money together, and the fact that the other party helped him win such a large sum of galleons, Sirius felt that he should be more generous.
Albert was not short of money at all, and he didn't know how much he won from gambling this time.
Albert can find himself, and naturally he can also find others to help him make bets, and no one knows that he does that, but the reason why Sirius is determined to get the other party to join the gang is that Albert is a very suitable friend to make.
It is not difficult to see this from the attitude of friends.
Of course, Albert also helped him get out of trouble, and Sirius saw the shadow of the former Robbers from Albert's foursome, but they were much better than the former Robbers, and they were not as good as they had been.
He and James are so bully.
Ever since Sirius knew that Albert had spent money to help two friends open a store to realize their wishes, he had been ashamed of himself, and wanted to help Remus find a decent job, which made his life so difficult.
If I could have been like Albert, maybe those bad things wouldn't have happened.
Although Sirius hated Peter, he also realized that the tragedy that year might have been caused by them.
It's so naive!
He had recalled more than once that if he and James had not invited Peter to join the Order of the Phoenix, Peter might not have been forced to join the Death Eaters.
But there is no past and no if.
James and Lily died, and he was imprisoned for more than ten years. Peter once again defected to Voldemort, threatening Harry's safety.
The two sides are already mortal enemies.
"Sirius, the barbecue is ready." Hermione's voice came from outside. Sirius, who had been immersed in his thoughts, suddenly came back to his senses and showed an apologetic smile to Albert.
"In two days, Remus and I will study other magazines together and set up a simple framework first. We will talk about it then. By the way, the name of the magazine is temporarily called "Defense Guide". If you can think of it
A better name would be nice." Sirius invited Albert out for a barbecue.
"By the way, what is the slogan of the magazine?" Albert suddenly asked.
"The slogan of the magazine?" Sirius was a little confused, obviously not understanding what he meant.
"The slogan of Transfiguration Today is to change lives." Albert reminded, "To put it bluntly, that is the positioning of this magazine."
"What do you think is appropriate?" Sirius felt that finding Albert was the right thing to do. Neither he nor Lupine had a clear idea about starting a magazine, which was why Lupine thought they would lose money.
"Stay away from danger and protect yourself." Albert said with a smile, "Teach everyone how to stay away from danger and how to use magic to protect yourself. You can start with magic spells, plants and dark creatures, just like teaching students defense against black magic in class."
"Did you convince him?" Lupine listened to Albert's analysis and looked at Sirius in surprise.
"Are you really going to start a magazine?" Hermione was equally surprised.
"Hermione can also help by publishing some papers in magazines. She can even learn from other publications and collect relevant papers from all Hogwarts students to give everyone a chance to become famous. I think many people will be willing to publish Defense Against the Dark Arts in magazines.
Thesis."
"Is that really okay?" Hermione handed Albert a skewer of barbecue.
"As long as the quality is not too bad, it can actually be anything. "Transfiguration Today", "Spell Innovation", and "Practical Potions Master" are all like this." Albert has written many papers, so he is actually very clear about these.
"I feel like it's not as simple as you said." Harry swallowed the food in his mouth and muttered softly.
"Have you ever seen The Quibbler?" Albert suddenly asked.
"What is that?" Everyone looked at each other, obviously they didn't know there was such a thing.
"The wizarding newspaper published by Xenophilius Lovegood." Albert looked at Ron and said, "Maybe, you know who Lovegood is."
"Lovegood is near my home." Ron nodded and said, "However, we have no interaction with them."
"How about that publication?" Hermione asked curiously.
"It's hard to explain in a word." Albert said with a weird expression: "You can get a copy and read it, and you will find that wizard publications are not as difficult as you think. As long as there is useful content for wizards, people will be willing to buy them.
The entire British wizarding community and the field of Defense Against the Dark Arts are in a complete mess. Even foreign students know that Hogwarts’ Defense Against the Dark Arts is notoriously bad. This is all thanks to the damn curse at Hogwarts. Speaking of you
Does anyone know who the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be next semester?"
"Alastor Moody, a retired Auror, is an old friend of Dumbledore." Lupine noticed that everyone was looking at him and quickly explained: "I got the news from Dumbledore.
, and also wrote a letter to Moody and told him about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"Dumbledore's old friend?" Albert said in a strange tone.
"Is there anything wrong?"
"That curse is no joke." Albert's face looked even weirder, "Professor Dumbledore really couldn't bear to let his old friend take risks. Professor Lupin, maybe you should write to that Professor Moody,
Telling him about the curse and early resignation may help him escape."
"Does the curse really exist?"
"It lasted for fifty years, do you think that was a coincidence?" Albert really couldn't understand the thinking of these people.
Are they unwilling to believe it, or are they really stupid?