The wizard mailbox placed on the coffee table also began to flash continuously. Ethan knew without looking that it must be the wizards he had controlled with the Imperius Curse, passing on information.
After picking it up and putting it away, Ethan also left the tent.
At this moment, these people were no longer hiding, but directly and distinctly divided into more than a dozen groups, standing in various positions around the tent.
The smaller groups had only five or six people, while the larger ones had more than a dozen, and all of them used various means to cover their faces.
While closely watching Ethan, they were also wary of each other.
They were already well aware of each other's existence, and some had even communicated with other groups.
The current commotion was the result of several groups working together, but even so, they didn't trust each other.
What surprised them was that when Ethan came out and saw their group, he didn't show any signs of tension or fear.
Was his mental fortitude really that good?
"With so many of you, how am I supposed to divide these Galleons?"
"Who gets more? Who gets less?"
"And which of you are planning to eliminate the others and take it all?"
Hearing Ethan say this, everyone's eyes changed. Many of the wands that were pointed at Ethan were now aimed at other groups.
Originally, many of them planned to take it all for themselves. They had put in so much effort, why should they share with you? That's not fair!
And those who originally planned to get a piece of the pie – after all, ten million Galleons, even if they only got a few hundred thousand, would be enough to live lavishly for decades – also quietly shifted their wands' targets.
After all, Ethan was just one person, and he wasn't trying to escape. In their eyes, it was a sure thing.
On the contrary, the most threatening people now were their fellow conspirators.
"Ethan Iredale, stop talking nonsense. First, hand over all the Galleons, and then tell us how to correctly predict the winning team."
Just as these groups were suspecting each other, a black-robed wizard with some gray hair walked out from a group of a dozen people.
Admittedly, everyone would fight over the Galleons later, but that would only happen after ensuring that the Galleons were handed over.
Although most of the wizards here had been lured away, there were still some left.
And they must have spread the word about what was happening here. A little thought would reveal that their group was the culprit behind the chaos. Once they recovered, they definitely wouldn't let it go, especially the British.
After all, the Minister had been taken out; if they remained indifferent, they would be too embarrassed to go out in the future.
Right now, it was best to get the Galleons first. Even if they were surrounded and had to run later, they could definitely take some with them.
Also, he had a feeling that something was wrong. The plan was going too smoothly.
This kid was acting too calm. There might be a trap.
"Alright, you want the Galleons? Here, I'll give them to you!"
As he spoke, Ethan directly took out a dragon-hide pouch from his wizard robe pocket and, in front of all the wizards, threw it into the air.
Just as some wizards were about to rush forward to grab it, the dragon-hide pouch exploded with a bang, and then a golden rain fell from the sky.
Accompanied by the clanging sound, the entire ground became glittering with gold, appearing dazzling and striking in the firelight.
The wizards who had been hiding in the shadows, observing Ethan's situation, couldn't help but come out.
Who could resist the temptation of so many Galleons!
"You!"
The leading wizard immediately raised his wand and pointed it at Ethan. This scene was a slap in his face!
He told him to hand them over, and this was how he handed them over?
With so many Galleons scattered everywhere, one could imagine how fierce the battle would be later. And collecting them while guarding against others... one could imagine how much time that would take.
Even if they wanted to count how many Galleons there were in total, it wouldn't be possible to do it all at once, especially in this environment.
If they wanted to quietly check, it wouldn't be possible until all the Galleons on the ground had been snatched up.
It was just that, by then, someone would probably have their eye on the Galleons that had been snatched away by others.
It was impossible to calm down and check!
Once the chaos started, it wouldn't be so easy to quell.
The truth was indeed as Ethan had thought. The wizard who had just been pointing at Ethan, preparing to attack, couldn't care less about that now...
The reason they came here was to seek wealth.
Looking at the wizards who were scrambling to fill their pockets with Galleons on the ground, Ethan smiled with a hint of mockery:
"Telling you the method to win every bet is useless. You can't learn it. It's the ability of prophecy, innate. I can see the outcome of every game, do you have that ability?"
There was nothing wrong with saying that, at least Ethan did know about the major events that had happened in Britain in recent years.
Of course, provided that the plot didn't change too much.
Hearing Ethan say he had the ability to foresee the future, the wizards who were snatching gold Galleons merely glanced at him before continuing their work.
The ability to foresee the future wasn't exceedingly rare; many countries had individuals with such talents, but they were mostly disorganized and unable to control the visions they received.
And the most famous of them, the one who best utilized their prophetic abilities, was still locked up in Nurmengard.
They were somewhat inclined to believe Ethan's claim of having prophetic abilities; otherwise, they couldn't explain everything that had happened.
After all, this year's Quidditch World Cup wasn't simply a matter of betting on the strongest team; there were too many uncertain factors.
As for luck, that was even more unlikely. One or two matches could be attributed to luck, but so many consecutive wins? You're telling me that's just luck?
Before long, the scattered gold Galleons around them had been almost completely cleared away, and the wizards' distances were constantly decreasing.
And their goal was clear: the pile of gold Galleons in the middle, stacked like a small mountain.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
… …
In the night sky, illuminated only by a few torches, a ghastly green light suddenly flashed, which was quite frightening.
At least, the wizards who had been snatching gold Galleons stopped what they were doing and drew their wands in defensive postures.
The bags filled with gold Galleons that they had been holding were also dropped directly onto the ground.
Compared to gold Galleons, their lives were more precious at the moment. The Killing Curse was not a joke.
Ethan took everything in. Just now, two small teams had clashed.
Neither side said a word, but stared at each other with bloodshot eyes, then immediately cast the Killing Curse, their goal being very clear: kill the opponent and seize the gold Galleons in their hands.
In the brief exchange of Killing Curses, three wizards fell.
Feeling that the time was right, Ethan directly activated the planted seeds of the Imperius Curse.
More than thirty people directly attacked without hesitation, and various colored spells erupted everywhere.
Instantly, the whole scene exploded, as if someone was setting off fireworks.
Some who had not been controlled, seeing their companions attack, were somewhat confused as to why they were starting now, but they could only join in.
Immediately, all the small teams were inevitably drawn into the chaos.
Those who were paying attention to the situation here also promptly reported it.
At the same time, the crowd, already jealous and greedy for the gold Galleons here, was constantly approaching, attempting to grab a big fish in this chaotic environment.
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Chapter 233: The Arriving Spectators
"Raglan, I'll leave this to you. I'm going to that kid."
Upon receiving the report from below, Rufus Scrimgeour quickly made a decision.
Not long after the chaos broke out here, a battle erupted on the other side.
Their goal was quite clear: to seize the gold Galleons that Ethan Ieadrian had won by betting on the Quidditch World Cup.
Connecting the chaos here with that matter, it was easy to arrive at the answer.
It was that group of people who created the chaos in order to obtain Ethan Ieadrian's gold Galleons, luring them over.
To make it easier for them to attack.
Even if they didn't start it, the blame had to be pinned on them.
With such a big thing happening, besides someone having to take responsibility, catching the culprit was equally important, especially since Fudge, that incompetent, had fallen.
For the sake of the British Ministry of Magic's reputation, a culprit had to be fabricated even if it meant making something out of nothing, let alone that this group of people had jumped out at this time.
The opportunity was so good, they even turned on each other over gold Galleons.
Here, it must be said that Ethan Ieadrian did a good job.
If not, taking down so many wizards would not have been an easy task.
"Alright, you go, Amelia and I will handle things here."
Raglan Groover naturally had no reason to refuse.
He also wanted to salvage some of the British Ministry of Magic's reputation. What was being lost was not just one person's face, but the face of the entire Ministry of Magic, the entire British wizarding world.
The only way to salvage a little was to catch the culprit.
The situation here was now barely under control, and losing a few people was irrelevant.
"Good, I'll leave this to you."
"I'll take all the Aurors with me, and leave the Hit Wizards for Amelia to command."
Rufus Scrimgeour looked at Amelia Bones and quickly made a decision.
Although Hit Wizards and Aurors both belonged to the Auror Office and were engaged in the work of combating and capturing criminals.
Compared to Hit Wizards, the selection of Aurors was stricter, and Aurors also had a so-called internship period, which required step-by-step teaching and inheritance from older Aurors.
In terms of strength, the difference between Hit Wizards and Aurors was still quite large.
It was like the difference between Muggle SWAT and police officers from a police station.
"Hand them over to Raglan to command, I'll go with you!"
Although Amelia Bones did not rise from the lowest level of Auror, she had also experienced the Wizarding War and had good strength.
She was not a timid and fearful character. What would it be like to let the subordinates go while she hid behind?
Moreover, when facing the desperadoes who caused this riot, it was indeed necessary to bring the Auror elite.
So as to avoid unnecessary casualties, she didn't want to attend the funeral of any of her unlucky subordinates.
"Kelson, David, gather the team, we're going to District Three."
Seeing this, Rufus Scrimgeour did not refute, and immediately ordered his two team leaders.
Subordinates can't contradict their superiors.
Taking advantage of the time to gather, Rufus Scrimgeour continued to help them suppress these rioting magical creatures.
