Chapter 422: Bagman and Crouch (Edited)

With everyone's concerted efforts, breakfast was ready, everyone took their plates and found a place to sit, eating various kinds of breakfast prepared by themselves.

"Chang, can you give Fish a taste of what you've made?"

?(??ω??)?

The first thing Fish did was to look for the little Chinese witch, Cho Chang, who, in his opinion, was from the same place as Sister September, so she should be just as good at cooking, right?

"Of course!"

Cho Chang eagerly handed her the fried eggs and pumpkin porridge she prepared.

(?ω?)

They weren't buns or wontons....

Fish was a little disappointed, but on second thought, maybe the ingredients here weren't good enough to make these things, he remembered Professor McGonagall saying that Chinese food ingredients were hard to come by.

So he kept his expectations and took the food from Cho Chang's.

miamiamiamia...

(?~?)

Fish took a sip of the porridge and then tried a slice of fried egg....

Not as good as his own food!

Disappointed!

"Your cooking is very mediocre..." disappointed, the cat was in no mood to deal with Cho Chang's mood, and said sincerely, "Fish thought you would be as good at cooking as Sister September nya..."

(`ω′′≡`ω′)

Fish shook his head, disappointed, and walked away from Cho Chang.

The girls and Harry, who had been watching nervously, let out a sigh of relief in unison.

"Fish, come and try my grilled fish..."

Daphne, confident in her culinary skills, immediately seized the opportunity to dart forward, much to the chagrin of the rest of the girls who hadn't reacted, but some of the more skilled ones were still crowding around with their own food.

Hermione dug her fork so hard into the omelet on her plate that Harry, next to her, was worried that Hermione would poke a few holes in the plate in her hand.

Soon, however, Harry's fears ceased when Fish approached with a piece of grilled fish.

"Hermione, come and try it, Daphne's grilled fish is very good nya."

(?ΦωΦ?)Ψ

Fish shoved the fork straight into Hermione's mouth, "Ah~~~"

Hermione shot a smug look at Daphne, then opened her mouth and ate the grilled fish off Fish's fork.

Now it was Daphne's turn to start poking at the plate.

The cat-centered discussions didn't bother Professor McGonagall and Mr. Weasley, who were happily eating breakfast with the children and chatting from time to time with passing acquaintances.

"Haha!" Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped up, smiled and waved from a distance, "The most important person right now! Greeting!"

Everyone was attracted to his voice and looked in the direction where he was waving.

There was a man dressed in a Quidditch robes with a wasp on his chest and a big belly bouncing towards him.

"Yahho!" shouted Ludo Bagman cheerfully, waving his hand in the same direction, "Arthur, old chap.... Oh, and Professor McGonagall, it's been a long time!"

He replied breathlessly, and as he approached, he saw Professor McGonagall standing next to Mr. Weasley.

"Hello, Ludo, thank you for the tickets." Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded to him.

"Hahaha, that's nothing."

Bagman smiled broadly and waved his hand.

With so many children present, Mr. Weasley gave up the idea of letting Bagman meet all of his children and simply pushed Percy in front of him, introducing him, "This is my third son, Percy, who has just joined the Ministry of Magic and now works in the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

"Oh, Crouch's department..." Bagman pouted, "It's not easy being his subordinate."

With that, he reached out with a big smile and tapped Percy on the shoulder, "If you're not happy at old Barty's, I can find a way to transfer you to my department, just as we lost one there the other day, you can take his place."

"Thank you for your kind offer, but I'm happy with my current position."

Percy frowned and politely declined Bagman's offer, disgusted with the way he ran the department, his discourtesy to his own superiors, and his careless attitude to the disappearance of his men.

It was only because his father knew him well and had helped them get tickets that Percy did not show his displeasure.

The refusal didn't bother Bagman, who merely said that he couldn't really influence the staff of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

"Do you want to bet on the game, Arthur?"

Bagman asked anxiously, rattling the pockets of his yellow and black tunic.

That was the main reason he was here, and it was Ludo Bagman's greatest passion besides Quidditch, a hobby he had suffered greatly with, but still enjoyed.

"Ludo! There are children here!"

However, Bagman ignored the presence of Professor McGonagall, who scolded in a stern voice, which caused Bagman, who was still trying to persuade Mr. Weasley, to shut his mouth immediately.

"Minerva, what are they going to do?"

?(??ω??)?

Fish's eyes sparkled as he approached, knowing from past experience that if Professor McGonagall forbade it, it was always something interesting.

"Ah, you're Professor McGonagall's boy, aren't you?". Bagman, with a smile on his face, approached Fish, "Hi, I'm Ludo Bagman, a former student of the professor's."

"Yes, my name is Fish McGonagall," nodded the cat casually and continued, "You still haven't answered Fish's question! What were you talking about?"

(??ω??)

At the mention of his hobby, Bagman became excited.

He didn't have much time to get excited, however, as the look on Professor McGonagall's face beside him managed to calm him down quickly.

"Ahahahahahaha... nothing really," Bagman replied with a dry laugh, "I was just talking to Arthur about the games we adults play."

"Adult games..."

(°ω°≡°°ω°)

Fish cocked his head, glancing back and forth between Bagman and Mr. Weasley a couple of times with an odd expression.

"You're having a baby with Arthur nya? But you're both boys?"

At this comment, the faces of Bagman and the innocent Mr. Weasley changed dramatically.

"It's not that kind of game!" Bagman cried helplessly, "I just wanted to make a bet with Arthur on who would win the finals!"

"So it's just a bet...then there's no point..."

Usually at school, when people played cards and chess, they would occasionally bet on something, but of course it was usually a bet that said something like helping wash socks or other things.

Fish thought Bagman was talking about the same thing and lost interest immediately.

Then Bagman stopped talking about the bet and turned to Mr. Weasley to talk about the missing Bertha Jorkins.

Soon after, Percy's boss, Barty Crouch, who they had talked about earlier, appeared and Percy seemed a bit excited and, in his words, seemed to hold Mr. Crouch in high regard.

It was a pity that the other party didn't seem to remember Percy's name and called him "Wetherby."

Percy recoiled in embarrassment and sat back, somewhat lost, as the twins sat next to him, left and right, quietly comforting him.

"You know what?" Ron whispered in Harry's ear, "Every time I see George and Fred hanging out with Percy in a friendly way, I get the illusion that I haven't woken up yet."

Harry ignored Ron, he was trying to think of a way to talk to Cho Chang, it would be nice if he could taste some of her food as well as Fish....

Unlike Fish, he didn't think Cho Chang's food didn't taste good enough.

However, until the end of breakfast, Harry couldn't find an opportunity to strike up a conversation with Cho Chang, because she, like the other girls, had been hanging around Fish the whole time.

Ginny didn't come up and join in the fun, unfortunately....

Harry couldn't look the other girls in the eye at the moment.