Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"You brat, you don't believe me?"

Bagman's tone was a little unhappy, and his face became a little embarrassed.

"Of course not, Mr. Bagman." Louis said, appearing extremely polite on the surface, "As the Minister of Physical Education and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, I still believe in your credibility, and you have helped Mr. Weasley so much. , How can I not trust you?"

"It's just my personal habit, please don't mind Mr. Bagman."

"What if I don't sign?" Ludo Bagman asked.

"Then I'm sorry, I won't participate." Louis said and was about to stuff the entire parchment back.

"Okay, okay, I'll just write." Seeing that the hundred gold galleons he had received were about to fly away, Bagman gritted his teeth and took out the quill pen from his arms and wrote his name and that line of words.

After all, this hundred gold galleons is enough for nearly two months' salary. Besides, the bettors are only twelve or thirteen-year-old children, not the kind of old wizards who know how to use tricks.

After handing the parchment to Louis again, he carefully took the hundred gold galleons from the child and put it away, then turned to Mr. Weasley: "Arthur, do you know where Barty Crouch is?" I've been looking for him, those Bulgarian guys are causing trouble for me, but I don't know what they are talking about, I think Barty should know, he can speak more than 150 languages."

"Two hundred species, sir." Percy corrected, his tone a little excited, "He can speak the languages ​​of almost all species."

"Including dung beetle language?" Fred scoffed. Apparently no one here believed what Percy said.

Percy gave Fred an annoyed look, stopped talking, and fiddled with the firewood with his hands.

Bagman smiled and patted Percy on the shoulder, found a seat and sat down. Now there were more people around the campfire. Everyone was sitting together, and Louis almost rubbed shoulders with Cedric next to him. .

"Ludo, do you have any news about Portha Jorkins?" Arthur asked.

"Not at all." Ludo shook his head in annoyance, "But she will show up eventually, right? Don't worry, Arthur, she is an adult wizard. She has no concept of time. She will probably come back after a while. Yes, if something happens, the minister will not be at ease."

Portha Jorkins is an employee of the Ministry of Magic. She went on a mission to the Albanian forest a few months ago, but has disappeared since then, seemingly disappearing from the world.

No one in the Ministry of Magic was too worried about her safety because she was always clueless and inefficient.

But that was the Albanian forest, which was full of dangers and unknowns. Moreover, it was the forest where Voldemort was hiding, so the witch was probably in danger.

"Don't you think we need to go look for it?"

"Barty Crouch always says this, but none of us can do it." Ludo spread his hands and took a cup of hot tea from Mr. Weasley, "Half of the Aurors responsible for the safety of the wizarding world have been transferred. Germany is handling the case, while the other half is working hard to maintain the operation of the Quidditch World Cup. We have to recall some old Aurors to be able to take on these tasks. "

The shortage of manpower in the Ministry of Magic is a regular thing. It is not because of the lack of talents in the UK, but because the job of Auror is not very popular and the entry requirements are too high.

There will be no more than five new Aurors recruited each year, and each Auror must undergo rigorous training and examinations. These two points alone have deterred many wizards.

Except for Aurors like Sirius, who are directly hired by the minister, who else is not a top graduate of the school. At least five subjects in the S exam must be A or above, and three years of training are required after graduation from Hogwarts.

While they were talking, Barty Crouch had quietly appeared behind them.

Just like what Louis had seen before, Barty Crouch still had the same serious face and a mustache.

"Oh, hey, sit down, Barty, I'm just going to find you." Ludo patted the ground next to him and asked Crouch to sit down.

Mr. Crouch shook his head seriously and explained to Ludo that Bulgaria had just asked for twenty more seats.

"I see, hehe, I thought they wanted to borrow pliers from me." Ludo looked unconcerned. The Quidditch venue was big enough, and adding a few more seats for the Bulgarians wasn't a big deal.

"Mr. Crouch! Sit here, the seat over there is a bit crowded." Percy stood up eagerly and made a seat for Mr. Crouch. "Do you need a cup of tea?"

"Oh, of course, thank you." Barty Crouch looked a little surprised, and he sat down in Percy's seat naturally.

Percy's earnest self-questioning look made the Weasley twins very unhappy. What they dislike most is flatterers.

Percy's image is indeed annoying, but this is also the ability that one should have in the officialdom. Percy's ability to get along like a fish in the Ministry of Magic is naturally indispensable for his level.

Crouch came over this time to talk to Arthur about the magic tapestry.

In British magic laws, tapestries are listed as one of the prohibited magic items, but a wizard named Ali does not believe in evil and seems to want to bring the tapestry into Britain from abroad.

They also talked about various matters related to the work of the Ministry of Magic, which made Louis feel a little sleepy. He quietly slipped out of the party at Cedric's greeting.

"The work in the Ministry of Magic is so boring. My father will definitely like it very much. He has always hoped that I would graduate and work in the Ministry of Magic." Cedric spread his hands. At this moment, they were already strolling not far from the Weasley tent. On the hillside.

Looking down from this angle, it seems that you can clearly see the grand view of the entire camping tent.

"Then what do you plan to do after graduation?" Louis asked. Only then did he realize that Cedric was already seventeen years old and would start a new job after graduating this year.

"Maybe Quidditch? I don't know." Cedric shook his head, a little confused about the future, "I heard that Oliver Wood, who graduated from your academy, has recently been recruited as a substitute player by Puddlemere United. ”

"Wood is one of the best goalkeepers I have ever seen. Of course, those idiots in Slytherin are no match for him."

Cedric was lamenting his confusion about the future, but Louis was lamenting the fragility of life in his heart. This man who loves Quidditch will definitely have a bright future if he is not selected for the Goblet of Fire this year.

"Yes, but you are not bad either, Cedric." Louis said, "If two people are of equal strength and belong to the same camp, there is no need to fight to the death for an honor."

"What do you mean?" Cedric was a little confused by Louis' words. He didn't understand the meaning of Louis' words.

"You will understand later. By then, you should understand what I am saying."