This Hogwarts is not normal

Dumbledore was able to fight against Lucius for so many years, of course not because of the tacky Gallon.

Fame, prestige, connections, strength...

The only thing that gentlemen can beat him is his background and heritage.

When such an elder has enough Galleons, even the oldest pure-blood wizard family will have to kneel.

The key to turning defeat into victory is power.

Beauman obediently signed his name.

It's rare to muster up the courage to fight once, and I didn't expect to lose so thoroughly.

Ugh--

"I declare that the letter of appointment is officially effective."

Following Britt's words, the 5 signatures flashed with light blue magic light.

Until Vincent comes of age, seven interim directors will legally serve as directors for him.

The letter of appointment flew out of the meeting room and out of the west tower.

It came to an inconspicuous tower on the highest part of the castle that had never been visited by students.

The silver door lock opened automatically.

Seven magical contracts signed with Vincent's name floated on an old small desk.

Beside the ancient book whose black dragon leather cover has peeled off, there is a small silver ink bottle with a long faded quill stuck in it.

The top drawer of the desk opens automatically.

Next to the title deed signed by Edmund II, there are 5 magical deeds stacked on top of each other.

At the top is Beauman's name.

The letter of appointment flew into the drawer together with the 7 mid-empty magic contracts.

The tower door is locked again.

Vincent, who was taking a charm class, suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It was a very subtle feeling, like a connection to Hogwarts Castle.

Not only the letter of appointment just now came into effect, but also the magic contract for him to hold 7 director seats came into effect.

Can minors be directors?Find someone to act as an interim director.

Vincent knew that even if he established contact with the castle, he could only freely enter and exit the meeting room in the west tower.

The directors are responsible for funding, and the principal is responsible for operations.

Naturally disappointed.

He thought he could obtain part of the authority of the castle,

No wonder Dumbledore agreed simply and neatly.

"Mr. Wayne, why don't you demonstrate the tickle curse." Flitwick jumped off the pile of books,

"So, who is willing to come up and cooperate?"

All the lion cubs looked at Draco.

Probably got used to it in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Grin-hula-"

Draco, who was reluctant just a second ago, bowed and hugged his stomach.

He endured it desperately for about ten seconds, and finally he spread out on the ground and burst out laughing.

"A very intuitive demonstration." Flitwick undid the tickling spell, returned to the podium,

"2 points each for Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Draco, who couldn't laugh out loud, returned to his seat sullenly.

He made a note of this account.

Neither Flitwick nor Wayne can escape.

In a few days, his dad will be back on the board.

What's wrong with knowing in advance?

There is a difference between paying for a transfer and threatening a transfer.

Dumbledore had better "threat" the school trustees, so that there would be a reason to remove him.

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After the first board meeting after the Hogwarts reorganization,

Lucius, who was far away in the black swan wizard card house in Diagon Alley, soon received a letter from Beauman.

His complexion got worse and worse, and he crumpled into a ball and threw it into the trash before he finished watching it.

Leaving aside the reason, it is definitely not as simple as a little "handle" just to secure 7 board seats quietly.

Without the support of sufficient interests, they will definitely notify themselves in advance.

Dumbledore has no power, that leaves only the most practical Galleon.

Say less than 20 per person, and add some "small tricks" to suppress it to 10.

70 is not a small number. Greenglass and Rozier have overseas Gwent brand business to develop, and they probably can't afford it now.

It's even more impossible for the rival Wes.

The Digory family was limited in power, and so was the Dumbledore family.

Unless Salazar Slytherin's basilisk has an inheritance, there's no way the chubby owl owner can make it out.

Old Gore curiously picked up the letter in the trash can.

After reading only two lines, he staggered back to the sofa.

Fortunately, it is on the second floor, otherwise it would be embarrassing in front of customers.

Old Crabbe glanced,

"Lucius, is everything in the letter true?"

Old Parkinson took the letter and read it with old Flint.

After finishing the last Mrs. Zabini, Lucius didn't intend to answer the question.

Beauman's school director doesn't seem to have a joking personality, and the matter of returning to the board of directors is considered to be a mess.

But the key is how to do it.

I haven't received any news in advance, and the new director who is transferred is still the same person...

"It's him." Lucius, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly leaned back on the sofa.

The seven interim directors are all related to Vincent, no matter how impossible it is, they have to accept the only fact.

The news of returning to the board of directors must have been accidentally revealed by Draco, leaving only a reasonable explanation of inheriting Nicole Flamel's inheritance.

The legacy of the legendary alchemist who lived for more than 600 years.

Beauxbaton has his donation, he invented countless alchemy items, and he made the magic stone that can turn stones into gold...

As Lucius sighed helplessly, the five people in the room gradually thought of it.

The reason they lost was because they chose the wrong opponent.

Old Flint sighed, and then leaned on the sofa weakly, "Lucretia, I advise you to give up."

Mrs. Zabini's eyes were full of unwillingness,

"Frantz, he is still underage, and the amount of property he can control must be limited."

"What if there is no limit?" Old Parkinson opened a bottle of red wine expressionlessly.

He drank less than half of the bottle "tons and tons" and then smashed the bottle on the black velvet carpet.

No one stopped, no one spoke.

They could only hear their own breathing and heartbeat.

And each one is getting heavier and heavier.

After nearly half an hour, Lucius suddenly sat up straight again, "We need to change our strategy."

"How to change?"

"No longer target the Gwent card, and harvest the wealth we deserve as soon as possible."

"In what way?"

"Another set of wizard cards of higher value."

Old Flint smiled disdainfully,

"The bitch Rita Skeeter just exposed us, even if we press the news in time, how many people do you think will buy new cards?"

"This time is different." Lucius' eyes became brighter and brighter,

"We personally end up recycling new cards to the public at a high price."

"Lock the lowest price..." Old Parkinson shook his head violently,

"You said, is it possible that the little Mudblood who inherited the inheritance is the one who ordered Sam to do something?"

Apprentice of the legendary alchemist, does have the ability to make cards unstable.

But the key is that the school arranged an anti-apparition spell again and again.

With such a heavy workload, the 12-year-old wizard simply couldn't do it.

Lucius' eyes became cold, "I'll check it out.

If it's really him, even if he has inherited all of Nicole Flamel's legacy..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

He has a criminal record, and those who play tricks will be regarded as Death Eaters' revenge.

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