He didn't expect Ron to talk like that.
Its almost as if his jaw is missing a few screws and can never stay in one position.
Ron, who was explaining Rumsky's fake to Braun, stopped instantly.
Looking in the direction Braun was pointing at, and hearing the word quidditch, He also became quite interested.
"Then let's go check it out, Braun!"
Braun, of course, would not object.
Though he was not a fan of quidditch, but since he wanted to know what the fuss was all about and this also seemed like going there might shut up his non-stop cousin for a while, he followed Ron to the store.
The two kids walked towards the crowd and before they could get closer, they could hear exclamations from the crowd:
"Merlin's beard, the Malfoy heir is amazing!"
"I never thought a kid would be able to answer these questions!"
"Yes! And he just needs one more correct answer for the next medal to win the signed poster of Ness Murray! "
Braun didn't know the basic info on these Quidditch teams, much less have the ability to answer competitions about them.
Turning his head and asked his cousin:
"Ron, who is Ness Maury?"
Ron was looking with some envy at the medal in front of the blond child in the middle of the crowd.
He then explained to Braun: "Ness Maury is a Seeker for the Montrose Magpies.
This team is very good.
They have won the UEFA Cup with England and Ireland 23 times.
Two-time European Cup winners.
It's a very strong team.
There have their fans all over the world.
Ness Murray repeatedly proposed to the Ministry of Magic to increase the speed of the Golden Snitch because he thought it was too easy to catch.
Unfortunately, he died in a game in 1942.
His posters are still valuable.
Some wizards are willing to pay a fortune for his signed posters. "
While saying.
Ron's gaze at the poster also became more passionate.
"Braun! Let's join the competition too!
Together we can definitely answer more questions than the Malfoy boy and his lackeys!
The signed poster will be ours!"
Braun hesitated.
Although he had memorized a lot of books during this time, most of them were about potions.
Like some young wizards knew about the basic knowledge about quidditch, he didn't know even the basics very well.
Because the original body does not have these hobbies.
"Isn't this the poor kid of the Weasley family?
You want to surpass my score?
Haha! do you even have the money to pay the registration fee?
The registration fee is three silver sickles!
I guess you can't even have a copper knut! "
Malfoy started laughing at Ron and his entourage also started laughed loudly.
Ronald noticed the need to pay for the registration at the moment.
His smug expression collapsed at once.
Just now, he was preoccupied imagining the beauty of winning the poster that he didn't notice that there is also an entry fee to participate in the competition.
At the moment, he really didn't know what to say.
After all, Malfoy was right.
Not to mention three silver sickles, he doesn't have even a copper knut.
His little face couldn't help but turn red.
"Isn't it just three silver sickles? I'll pay it"
Braun standing beside Ron said.
At this moment, Malfoy turned his head to see which guy dared to ruin his fun.
Seeing Braun, Malfoy laughed:
"Foley? Ha ha!
Sure enough, a waste will only be with other wastes!
Foley, do you want to surpass me when being a squib? "
"Braun is not a squib! You little Death Eater! "
Ron, after realizing that Braun had a lot of money, was not so timid at the moment and shouted at Malfoy.
Seeing the people around him who were talking in hushed voices about the death eater comment, Malfoy's face instantly darkened.
Although he was influenced by his father to worship Voldemort extremely, he still knew the truth.
He still had to hold his tail between my legs until the time when Voldemort returns.
The disgusted gazes of everyone at the moment hurt his self-esteem greatly.
"Shut up! Goyle and Crabbe! Beat them up hard for me! "
A couple of tall boys beside Malfoy heard his words and stepped forward.
This finally startled Braun.
Crabbe and Goyle were truly giants for their age.
All of us are nine years old, so why do you have a height close to 4 and a half feet?
He knew that neither he nor Ronald were their opponents.
The wisest option at the moment is to escape.
However, if he really runs away, he will most certainly be ridiculed by the children of various families in the future.
So he pretended to be calm:
"Malfoy, what kind of skill is fighting?
Do you have the ability to make a bet with me? "
Malfoy felt a little interested and wanted to hear what Braun had to say.
He wave at his underlings:
"Say, what do you want to bet?"
"We..."
"Let's bet on who answers the most questions !"
Ronald replied wittily.
After speaking, he looked at Braun.
A look of 'quick praise me ' on his face.
Braun was speechless.
Originally, he wanted to use other bets.
For example, something like potions that he was good at.
But Ronald messed it up and scr*wed him over in an instant.
He also realized that there is no use in regretting stepping up.
He could only look at Ron viciously.
And the worst thing was that Ron took it as: "Well done!" and gave a triumphant look.
Malfoy was suspicious and thought for a moment and then looked at the two people across from him and measured them up in his mind.
A poor ghost and a squib.
There is no way they can win me in anything!
He then nodded and said:
"No problem. But what are you betting on?
Do you both dare to bet on gold galleons?
One hundred gold galleons! What do you say? "