I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

As soon as Fudge's statement appeared in the newspaper, it immediately received a huge reversal.

Now he looks like a fighter in the eyes of wizards in the British wizarding world.

Magic has no borders, but wizards do. Wizards in almost every country's magical world do not want others to interfere with their family affairs.

Anyway, no one can prove whether there is a "little bureaucrat from Paris". After all, no one can go all the way to the International Association of Wizards to verify it.

As for the International Association of Wizards, Fudge has already taken care of it, and no one will come out to expose his "lies".

Louis' squib factory was reopened, and Fudge even went there in person. He was very friendly and imitated Louis's example of holding the hands of the squibs and asking questions, but his micro-expression was very unnatural, and was revealed by our Ms. Skeeter. I caught him red-handed and made a fuss about it in the Daily Prophet.

"Our Minister of Magic is putting on a parody show."

This is the front page of today's Daily Prophet.

But Fudge didn't care about this. It was the lesser of two powers. At least the impact of the previous troublesome incident had disappeared.

However, it should not be said. He grabbed a squib and asked for help, but it was superfluous.

Now Defuji has taken advantage of such an opportunity to practice shooting in the void, and his reputation in the British magic world has reached its peak.

——Slytherin common room.

"He is a seasoned politician after all." Louis put down the newspaper, with no look of frustration on his face. Instead, he praised Fudge: "Not bad, not bad, but I don't feel surprised at all."

"Is that all?" Christasa's face didn't look very good. Although she was usually a silly big sister, she was still very loyal to Louis. At least Louis' interests were violated, and she was happier than anyone else. .

"Our goal has been achieved, Chris." Louis smiled sarcastically: "You have to eat one bite at a time. I never thought that I could accomplish this in one battle and overturn Fudge in one fell swoop."

"Everything has to go through a process, and now is not a good opportunity. Now that he has found a way to escape, it will be meaningless to continue to entangle him, and it will make us look stingy."

"Besides, after overthrowing Fudge, we don't have a suitable candidate to serve as Minister of Magic, so... it's better to let him bounce around for a few more years." Louis stuffed his feet into Vitaly's arms, who Very wisely, he began to lift his calf.

"It is true that politics is a life-and-death struggle, but after all, politics is not a real life-and-death struggle between two people using magic. After all, there are many things to consider..."

"Moreover, the people are ignorant and blindly obedient. Don't pour cold water on them when they are blindly obedient." Lewis concluded at the end.

He stretched out his hand to wave to Christasa, who came over and took out a big golden pear from her arms.

Louis happily took the big pear and took a bite, saying vaguely: "I have to say, this prickly pear, a specialty of Stranglethorn Valley, tastes really good."

"As long as the master likes it." Christasa giggled, sat behind Louis and supported his body, and started to knead his shoulders with her little hands.

"You will enjoy it." Catherine, who was looking at Louis' lightning magic experience, couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't life just for enjoyment?" Louis shrugged and continued to enjoy the kneading of the secretary and the maid.

Catherine put down the notebook and asked Louis: "You might as well think about how to open up the market for your moonberry juice."

Louis laughed and pinched Christasa's small waist, and said with a smile when the latter screamed: "You are wrong to worry about this, I never need to worry about how to advertise in the Muggle world. "

Yes, of course he didn't have to worry.

As for why, let’s start with yesterday’s dinner.

Louis's aunt held a banquet in the palace for a certain hawk commander who was visiting the British. During the dinner, Ms. Barbara took a sip of moonberry juice and was astonished. She was instantly conquered by the fragrant taste.

Many dignitaries attending the banquet showed interest, especially after seeing the much younger appearance of their aunt, the ladies were even more crazy.

No woman can resist becoming younger, especially older women.

No one questions the efficacy of this juice. After all, the living advertisement is right in front of them, so they can't help but not believe it - you say it's some other technology? Sorry, how can Daiying master technology that even Yingjiang doesn't have? Besides, the speed at which he can get information about Daiying is usually much faster than that of No. 10 Downing Street.

It has long been penetrated to the point of being one-way and transparent.

The news about the moonberry juice during the banquet spread like wildfire due to the operation of thoughtful people. Almost that night, the moonberry juice at all sales points was wiped out.

In Daiying, the royal family is always the best anchor. They don't even need to personally promote this or that. They just need to show their face on the camera, or make a slight mention, and they are far better than all the stars.

The coffee position is still stuck.

The phone calls of every salesperson sent out by the factory were almost exploded. The bosses who had barely accepted the juice a few days ago seemed to have a different attitude today. They were tough, and some even started to roar, but they conveyed only one meaning.

"I want juice! As much as you want!"

But the factory was also in a difficult situation. The production capacity could not keep up with the sales speed. They could only ask for instructions one by one, and finally passed it to Louis.

"If you don't have it, then you don't have it." Louis was very optimistic: "It's not good to sell too much of this kind of cheap and high-quality juice. It's good to have a limited supply and a limited sale."

Well, it can only be purchased by British people, and one person can only buy five bottles per day.

This provision has even caused a wave of opposition around the world, with all countries opposing the "discrimination" of the Hogwarts Company.

The Chinese newspaper even wrote an article overnight criticizing the Hogwarts Company for engaging in such behavior in today's globalized world, which is undoubtedly reversing the course of history.

Yes, Louis' company is called Hogwarts...

Dumbledore didn't object to this at all, after all, Louis was also a member of Hogwarts.

Louis doesn’t care what these people are talking about. Anyway, all this has nothing to do with me. I don’t prohibit you from buying juice from the British people who have increased the price. This is just for the British. It’s just a small welfare for the people.

The current Hogwarts leader can be said to be Qin Shihuang eating peppercorns - if he wins, he is.

Such a conscientious national enterprise has received unanimous praise from all British people - after all, everyone can benefit. Foreigners are simply flocking to this juice. If you want to make a little money, go to the supermarket and buy two bottles and turn your hands around. Just sell it for twice the price.

No need to worry about selling anyway.

Except for the British public intellectuals, the kind who took foreign money, they found an angle that no one could have imagined for the first time - they actually began to attack Louis' conscience.

To be honest, this kind of canine has always been known to have no conscience.

They have always been somewhere between dogs and wolves. As long as they howl happily, someone will come to give them meat to eat. But once the meat is not enough, they will turn around and devour their masters.

On the black market, moonberry juice has even been sold for more than ten times or even dozens of times the price.

In the wizarding world, moonberry juice is also very popular - Louis even added moonberry juice to Hogwarts Mad Thursday. As long as you purchase the Hogwarts Mad Thursday package, you can get a cup of about 300 ml of moonberry juice. .

Now the wizarding world is completely crazy. Countless orders are sent to Hogwarts like a sea. The house elves in Hogwarts have to work overtime every Thursday to prepare food. Knowing the race in their DNA, they were happily busy, and they were also grateful to Master Lewis for giving them the opportunity to be happy and busy.

This was something Louis didn't expect.

If he knew about it, he would also say, please don't engrave any strange things into the DNA...

The Daily Prophet even created a small piece of copywriting to promote KFC’s Crazy Thursday.

For example, the short paragraph that was published for the first time was written by Lewis.

I am a humiliated wizard who suddenly lost all magical abilities when I was in my twenties. My wife abandoned me, my brother betrayed me, and my friends left me. At this time, my wife and brother hooked up. They conspired together to kill me. They conspired to trick me out and used magic spells to knock me off the cliff. Just when I was filled with anger and thought that my life was about to end, Merlin suddenly appeared and saved me. Not only did my magic power be restored, I also learned ancient magic. I can break the darkness with thunder with a wave of my hand, and I can use magic to change the color of the wind and clouds in the blink of an eye. Now that I have learned a lesson, I am ready to embark on my road of revenge. I will mail me fifty kats to eat a meal at Hogwarts on Mad Thursday, and I will continue to tell you my revenge story.

It should be said that Shakespeare's stories are well written, but for wizards, the sense of immersion is not that satisfying; short stories circulated in the magical world are very traditional simple adventure novels about knights and wizards, talking about magic. It is no exaggeration to say that the world is a literary desert.

Suddenly, Louis made such a move, which immediately piqued everyone's interest.

What he didn't expect was that overnight the Daily Prophet's editorial office received countless letters from owls, with fifty copper Knuts attached, and the postscript was always fifty to you, "I want to read that revenge story."

Ms. Skeeter had no choice but to turn to Louis. Louis had no choice but to rack his brains and change a story about the break-up of the engagement that was consistent with common sense in the magical world. He published two chapters in the Daily Prophet. The result was "The Daily Prophet" It has completely become the top newspaper in the British wizarding world - even the wizarding communities across Europe are asking about "The Daily Prophet".

The squibs at the factory also worked overtime almost without sleep. Louis had repeatedly ordered not to work so hard, but in order to repay Louis for taking them in, the squibs still decided to do 996 work every day.

After all, they have never had entertainment and do not know what entertainment is.

Moved, Louis announced the implementation of a mandatory eight-hour work system in the factory - eight hours of work, eight hours of his own entertainment time, and eight hours of rest time.

He hired a lot of teachers outside to cultivate the interests and hobbies of these squibs, such as musical instruments, playing chess, chorus, dancing, rapping, playing ball, etc. As long as you fill out the application form based on the activities you are interested in, you can go Learn things you really like in interest classes.

After all, Louis did not treat his employees badly. In the first month, everyone received a salary of 500 galleons and various subsidies - after all, they worked overtime in the first half of the month.

These five hundred galleons are an extremely high salary that many people covet. At least the professors at Hogwarts cannot earn this much money in a month.

On the night when news of the Squibs' salaries spread, Louis came to Professor Snape's office.

"If you have too much money and really have no place to spend it, please remember that you still have a poor professor waiting for his various new utensils and medicinal materials." This was Snape's first words after seeing Louis.

Lewis blinked his eyes with a cute look on his face: "Professor, you are a potion master, are you still short of money?"

"The potions were donated to Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing." Snape snorted, seemingly dissatisfied with Dumbledore's stinginess.

Louis stretched out his hand with a look of disbelief: "Professor, today is Thursday, give me fifty Knuts, and I want to eat Hogwarts Mad Thursday."

Snape looked at him indifferently and said expressionlessly: "The richest person in Hogwarts should be Hagrid. He has such a good relationship with your mother, why don't you ask him for it?"

"Aren't you also my mother's good friend?" Lewis choked Snape with one sentence.

"Okay, I don't think you came here just for these fifty Nats." Snape looked at Louis with a falcon-like gaze: "Let me guess, there might be a little problem with your teaching, and you need to Will I, the professor, come to the rescue?"

Are you still thinking about your Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

Louis twitched the corners of his mouth, took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket and handed them to Snape.

They are all various alchemical formulas mixed by the students, such as primary healing potion, primary mana potion, primary tenacity potion, underwater breathing potion and cold resistance potion.

Snape took over these formulas, and being a professional, he was attracted to them almost instantly.

"Where did you find this?" he asked without looking up while flipping through the recipe.

"Secret." Louis smiled, full of bad taste: "Just tell me whether these formulas are useful."

"We won't know the details until we see the finished product." Snape browsed the recipes hastily and put them down: "It seems to be quite interesting. Okay, I'll keep this recipe. If nothing happens, you can You can go."

"You are trying to kill the donkey, Professor."

"That's right, I'm just trying to kill the donkey." Snape was obviously in a good mood and even joked for the first time.

"So, where are my fifty Knuts?" Louis spread his hands.

Snape pointed to the door.

"You are Eugenie Grandet." Louis curled his lips and left the Potions class office.