"It's Ludo Bagman, our dear director of the Magic and Sports Department." Dumbledore announced the answer directly. "You may not be sure that he performed extremely abnormally in the commentary of the game just now. He almost never gave Harry a shot from the beginning and end, and he was delaying time. This caused us to fail to find out that Harry was kidnapped at the first time."

Link frowned.

He felt Dumbledore was a little sloppy.

The above reasons alone cannot condemn Bagman's crime, and the other party can give countless reasons and excuses.

"Anyway, come with me first."

Dumbledore stood up with a smile and made an invitation gesture to Link.

Link rose up and walked out with Dumbledore.

Then under Link's surprised gaze, Dumbledore took Link directly into the corridor and entered the room for whatever requests were met.

At this time, the room for requests had changed into the dungeon form that Link was familiar with. Dumbledore stood in the gloomy dungeon corridor, looking at Link with a smile.

"President Dumbledore! Mr. Furley?! Why are you here?!"

Felch ran all the way, looking at the two of them with a look of surprise and said.

Dumbledore waved his hand and said:

"Felch, how is Bagman's condition?"

"It's still the same, Principal Dumbledore." Felch rubbed his hands nervously, "he kept calling for justice, as if he was not tired at all."

"It's okay, he will explain it soon."

Dumbledore said as he took out a bottle of potion from his arms.

Seeing this, Link was stunned for a moment.

Because although the liquid in the bottle is completely transparent, there is no label on the surface of the bottle.

But Link, who has already mastered the excellent foundation of a potion, still recognizes its identity - the real medicine!

Link took a deep breath and looked up at Dumbledore.

It was not until this moment that Link felt Dumbledore's determination.

You should know that the true spit is one of the controlled potions strictly prohibited by the International Magic Federation.

If you use the spitting agent privately without reporting, you will be arrested and taken to Azkaban.

As a controlled potion, the effect of the real-time spitting agent is also very good - it can allow the drinker to speak the truth unconditionally for a certain period of time, and the price is to turn from probability to idiot.

Dumbledore's existence is naturally afraid of the punishment caused by illegal use of real-life agents, but if it is later proved that Bagman is not Voldemort's inner accomplice, it would be a big deal.

At least black manuscript writers like Rita Skitter would probably jump up happily.

They can happily smear Dumbledore again, and this time the effect will be far beyond the sum of previous results, which will really deal a major blow to Dumbledore's reputation!
Chapter completed!