Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Chapter 131 Mr. Crouch's Request

Under Aris's persuasion, Harry finally accepted his share of gold Galleons.

Many people came to visit Aris and Harry one after another, which made Madam Pomfrey very annoyed, especially Fred and George.

Fred: "Tell us about it, man!"

George: "What does the mystery man look like?"

Ginny, like Mrs. Weasley, grabbed one of the twins' ears with each hand and said viciously, "Can you two stop making trouble?"

Fred: "Let go...let go, little Ginny..."

George: "It hurts, it hurts, this girl is really becoming more and more disrespectful..."

Ron was trying to hold back his laughter, while Fred and George, who had broken free from Ginny's grasp, rubbed their ears helplessly.

"Old man Dumbledore is already using his influence to spread the news of the mysterious man's return as much as possible..." said Fred.

"But the result is not satisfactory..." said George.

"People don't want to believe it..." said Fred.

"Especially Fudge..." George said.

"Are these Ministry of Magic officials so unreliable?" Fred said angrily.

"That old guy Ludo Bagman is also unreliable!" George said, a little angry.

"Isn't that old guy having a hard time?" Aeris asked with a smile.

"It's more than just hard..." said Fred.

"When he gambled, he actually bet with leprechaun gold coins... You know, that thing will disappear after a while," said George.

"During the Quidditch World Cup, Ludo Bagman cheated us out of more than a hundred gold Galleons!" said Fred.

"We have been asking him for debt repayment for the past year, but he just avoided us and refused to pay..." said George.

"He also bet on the Triwizard Tournament this time..." said Fred.

"He bet on Harry to win..." George said.

"But when he found out there was no winner of this Triwizard Tournament, he was chased everywhere by the goblins who gambled with him..." Fred said with relief.

"He deserves it..." George said.

"Poor Galleons! It looks like they won't come back!" Fred sighed.

"Poor magic show for us! It ended before it even started..." George also sighed.

Harry picked up the bag of Galleons from his bedside table and handed it to Fred.

"What is this?" Fred took it puzzled, looked into the bag, and his breathing became rapid in an instant.

Seeing Fred's appearance, George also took a look into the bag and was not much better than Fred.

"This...this...this..." George stuttered, unable to say a complete sentence.

Fred hurriedly handed the bag back to Harry, but Harry pushed it back again.

"Here," said Harry, "the world could use some cheer..."

Aeris also smiled and stuffed his share of gold galleons to George. "Five thousand gold galleons," Aeris said, "enough for you to start your own business. I am also looking forward to your Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

"No...no...no..." said Fred.

"How can we take your money for no reason? We..." George said excitedly.

"It's not for nothing," Aris said slowly, "Harry and I will be shareholders. If you can really open a Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in the future, your annual net profit will be divided between Harry and me, 10% each. How do you think?"

"Deal!" Fred and George both laughed happily and said in unison.

When Professor Dumbledore came to the school hospital again, he looked very tired. He first chatted with Harry, then said something to Mad-Eye Moody, and finally came to Mr. Crouch's bed.

Seeing Professor Dumbledore coming, the haggard Mr. Crouch sat up with difficulty.

"I made a mistake, Albus!" Mr. Crouch said sadly, "I will resign from all my positions. I beg you not to send me to Azkaban. I still have to take care of my son. Even if there is no soul in that body, I owe too much to him and his mother..."

"Of course, Barty!" Professor Dumbledore said, "Now that it has happened, it is meaningless to find out whose fault it is. Please accept my condolences."

"I have one more request, Albus," said Mr. Crouch. "I heard that my former house-elf, Winky, works here. If he agrees, I hope he can go home..." At this point, Mr. Crouch's tone was a little ashamed.

"Winky, please come here..." Professor Dumbledore said softly.

With a "crackling" sound, Shanshan suddenly appeared in the school hospital. He first bowed to Professor Dumbledore, then looked at Mr. Crouch with excitement.

"Long time no see, Winky," said Mr. Crouch guiltily.

"Master..." Tears welled up in her big, sparkling eyes.

"If you are willing, Winky," Mr. Crouch said, "come back. Your little master needs our care. If you are unwilling, I will not force you. After all, I am sorry for you..."

"The master didn't do anything wrong to Shanshan," Shanshan said, "it was Shanshan who didn't complete the master's order..."

"Well, Winky," said Mr. Crouch with relief, "thank you for coming back..."