This Hogwarts is not normal

In just one day, the collector's edition of the wizard card came out.

Although it is only a prototype, its materials are extravagant to the extreme.

A large number of high-value intact gemstones are used, and a small amount of priceless mithril is used as embellishment.

The factory was fully activated and publicity work began at the same time.

"Guaranteed 1000 draw?" Ron, who was eating breakfast in the auditorium, was so frightened that he spit out the oatmeal he had just put into his mouth.

"Old Malfoy and the others are obviously stealing money!"

Harry next to him shook the cereal out of the newspaper and looked down.

The probability is so low, the value is of course higher.

Limited to 20 sets, the official recycling price is 50 per set.

A set of 122 wizard cards, one is 4000.

Ron quickly took a breath,

Let alone 4000 Gold Galleons, he has never seen 4000 Copper Knuts.

Harry was also a little uneasy.

His own treasury is so spectacular, even if he is so lucky, he can barely make up two sets.

A total of 1000 million, I don't know who can get it.

Vincent across the long table was a little restless.

Old men are still old men.

He expected to recycle one set or the layout is low, and it is easier to make the wizards go crazy if they recycle one set.

Four thousand is just a guarantee. For those who lack one, even forty thousand must be obtained.

The recovery price is 50 w, who knows which of the 122 cards came out last.

Qian drew out one, a set of at least 12 Galleons.

Even if the profit is meager, it would be terrifying to get 20 sets.

Moreover, they have started shameless official recalls, and they definitely dare to sell a few copies at a high price in private.

Before the 2 draw guarantee for the last [-] cards, even if the masters can't find a suitable backer, they can declare the bankruptcy of the wizard card to the outside world, and directly bring a lot of gold Gallon profit.

"Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic have a special tax department for auditing..."

Vincent closed the newspaper, talking to himself.

"What tax department?"

The more Neville listened, the more he felt that this department had great powers.

Especially America's in North America.

Even if it is drug trafficking and smuggling to open casinos, gang bosses who have done all kinds of bad things evade taxes, the Federal Taxation Bureau will do everything possible to check the accounts, and then list the taxes they should pay so that they can be issued.

If the payment is not made within the time limit, all bank assets will be directly frozen.

"Can they find everyone in the country?" James squeezed between the two curiously.

"Specially pick the rich middle class." Vincent subconsciously aimed at the Slytherin table,

"If I remember correctly, it seems that if the report is successful, you can get a 30% tax bonus."

If the Ministry of Magic had a similar tax department, it wouldn't be able to live off donations from the gentlemen.

Hermione, who pricked up her ears, silently remembered it in her heart.

Although it is very difficult, she believes that she can do it.

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August 4,

The Gwent branch in Potsdamer Platz, Germany was officially opened.

The wizards here are all gathered around the back of the square, outside a square building invisible to Muggles.

The black swan wizard card house that was smashed once was still being renovated half a month ago, but the construction suddenly stopped a week ago.

Then, after announcing the news of the Collector's Edition of the Wizard Card the next day, Restman understood that they had completely given up on developing new overseas markets.

The time is not as good as the place, and the place is not as good as the harmony of people.

The competitor's voluntary withdrawal, coupled with the support of Minister Berg, the expectations of the wizards are still full.

Like France and Japan, Germany's Gwent brand also has its own characteristics.

Following Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, Fantastic Beasts, Beauxbatons, and the Institute of Magic, the sixth and seventh forces are officially launched.

Durmstrang is okay, the key is the voodoo party.

"Do you want to manipulate the young Grindelwald into a fight with Dumbledore?" Restman standing on the top of the building snapped his fingers.

"Come on! From today to the 24th, the limited-time rate increase for half a month will satisfy your wishes!"

The door opened slowly, and the wizards at the front squeezed in immediately.

Compared with the simplicity of the outside, the inside is full of solemnity everywhere.

The light is dim, the tone is dark, and there is an indescribable sense of oppression.

The most conspicuous card pool in the center is in the shape of two phoenixes, one gold and one blue.

Thaddeus, who was the first to come in, understood why Restman wanted to cooperate with the descendants of the voodoo party.

To launch the voodoo influence, the original flavor is of course the best.

"Principal Karkaroff?"

The exclamation behind him made him look back.

Ingor Karkaroff in a white robe walked in with a smile.

Restman, who came down from the top of the building, saw the two of them shaking hands, and his original good mood disappeared in an instant.

Vincent didn't need to remind him that he didn't have much affection for Death Eaters either.

He once plundered innocent lives, and when he was caught, he said that he had been hit by the Imperius Curse and then confessed to his accomplices, and finally changed into a decent dress with a cane and started a new life?

The reason why evil grows savagely is, in the final analysis, because the cost of crime is too low.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, he gently held Karkaroff's extended hand.

Thaddeus was acutely aware of something.

With the Witch Party, the Death Eaters probably won't be able to escape.

No matter how reluctant you are, you have to have a good relationship with the other party.

Karkaroff showed his big yellow teeth, "You two, why don't we take a group photo?"

Restman was tempted to say no.

It's fine if you come uninvited, but you still need a group photo?

"of course can."

Thaddeus could see his forced smile.

The dark forces who are so disgusted with evil should not have any connection with the voodoo party.

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Hogwarts Hall.

Germany is an hour ahead of the UK, so students are still eating breakfast.

It was rare for Vincent, who didn't go to the illegal Apparition class, his expression was as uncomfortable as eating porridge and cockroaches.

He closed the German "Silver Bat" in his hand, muttering something in a low voice.

Neville shrank his neck immediately after getting close.

The content is extremely high, and there are no repetitions.

"Uh—is it because the sales of the Gwent brand are not good?"

Vincent stopped muttering, "There's a nasty ghost."

Neville opened the newspaper, and he could see Karkaroff with his big yellow teeth bared at a glance,

Disgusting, as disgusting as old Malfoy.

He also started chanting, and the words he used were considered civilized.

Soon, James and Alfred joined in.

Hermione, who had stayed up late last night to practice Ending Curses, came to the auditorium and saw the four of them chanting something in front of a newspaper.

She leaned over to listen, glancing at the newspaper before sternly reproaching.

"Ahem—this sour radish—this man is the headmaster of Durmstrang after all."

"I don't intend to know him." Vincent rolled his eyes and continued.

Neville nodded seriously, "That's right, he should live in Germany's Oxstad Prison until he dies."

"You've changed." James was a little surprised.

Alfred took it for granted: "It's not surprising, Crabbe and Goyle have always been deflated recently, and every time they were beaten into pigs' heads and fled away."

Hermione's small mouth twitched violently, "Isn't that the crux of the problem?"

"Yes, we have to continue to greet him gracefully."

She covered her small face and muttered a few words tentatively.

Hmm - I feel pretty good, my whole body has relaxed a lot.

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