This Hogwarts is not normal

The report letters of the two former elders only played a decisive role.

Countless reports from well-known wizards at home and abroad are the key.

A few who used words excitedly even cited the Muggle Ponzi scheme at the beginning of the century.

The bond company's promissory note is replaced by a wizard card, and the three-month period of obtaining huge profits is shortened to the moment when the card is issued.

The trading market for card merchants is actually a small financial market.

Each of the 122 cards represents a company, or a subsidiary of the same group.

Since the launch, it has been skyrocketing, and once there is negative news, it will fall.

Volatility means instability, and instability means chaos.

Fudge always believed that he could stabilize the situation, and the report letter only allowed him to take action in advance.

"Dumbledore—" Lucius cursed inwardly.

He doesn't care if the magic world is chaotic or not,

He only cares about how to improve his own value.

"Minister Fudge, everything is just a misunderstanding. We have never manipulated the price of wizard cards behind the scenes."

"Mr. Malfoy—" Fudge sighed heartbrokenly:

"Please trust the Ministry of Magic, trust us."

This time, you can't cover up the past like before.

If we don't do it a little bit more fair and just, we may not know how foreign countries will bad-mouth the British Ministry of Magic.

Reputation is second, the key is position.

When the Aurors sorted and packed all the wizard cards, Fudge led the team out of the black swan wizard card house with a straight face.

A total of more than 13 copies are enough to make up 10 sets of collector's editions.

Dumbledore did not go with him this time, and was the last to leave.

"You must do this?" Lucius' eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Lucius, everyone has to pay for their mistakes." Dumbledore stopped.

He turned around and met those malicious eyes one by one.

Somewhat disappointed, but no regrets.

"Everyone, don't lose your sense of right and wrong and morality."

Dumbledore left.

No one spoke, no one stopped.

Old Flint closed the door, "Calm—

We haven't lost yet, we're just being investigated. "

"We lost, Franz." Lucius was the first to lean on the sofa, "We lost.

Even if there is nothing wrong with the investigation, those wizard cards will all rot in our hands. "

Mrs. Zabini, who wears sea sage fur on her shoulders, raised her left leg slightly, and then gracefully draped it on her right thigh.

"Not yet." Under her beautiful face, there was an unconcealable viciousness,

"Using magic to restore cards to raw materials will only lose a little processing fee at most.

With these Galleons back, we can use the same method to lay out the Gwent cards. "

The practice of dying together, but the initiative is in the hands of others.

"It doesn't matter whether you are convicted or not, those wizard cards are also physical evidence." Lucius squeezed the silver snake head on the cane tightly,

"If I were Dumbledore, I would definitely raise the matter to the International Wizarding Tribunal."

Mrs. Zabini sneered: "Fudge will stop him, whatever it takes."

"They can come together, which means that a consensus has been reached in advance."

The condition for not bringing the matter to the International Wizarding Tribunal is probably to seriously deal with the wizarding card scam.

There was no back door to go out. Compared with the anger of the people, those gold Galleons who were in vain made them feel more uncomfortable.

"And those card merchants!" Old Flint grimaced,

"It's them who took the initiative to raise the value of wizard cards, and it has nothing to do with us."

Lucius suddenly smiled wryly.

He hired people at a high price to go to Japan and did not find out the news about the relationship between Yamamoto and Vincent, but found out about the collective deception of the largest card merchants in Europe.

Yamamoto not only dared to play tricks on the wizard card, but also dared to defraud at least one million Galleons in one go.

It is said that another person was deceived, and the nature of the deception was much worse than theirs.

I have been fooled once, and I am not stupid.

After sharing the news, Lucius was picked up by the collar of old Flint and lifted from the sofa to mid-air,

"You selfish bastard!

Obviously you knew it in advance, why didn't you tell us first! "

"Frantz, calm down." Old Crabbe and Old Goyle each held his arm.

"Don't make excuses!" Old Flint let go of his hands.

Lucius sat back on the sofa and straightened his wrinkled collar,

"You never believed me, and telling you would only make you more cowardly."

Be the first to turn an intended scapegoat into a scammed victim like someone knew ahead of time.

"What about Yamamoto 99?"

"If you can't even find anyone, the eucalyptus will drag on forever."

Old Flint let go of his fist, "Neither this nor that, I shouldn't have believed you bastard in the first place!"

"Hey——" Lucius stood up leaning on a snake-headed cane,

"When the limelight passes, I will find a way to get the cards back."

As for the specific time, it depends on the work efficiency of the Ministry of Magic.

"Damn it!" Old Flint overturned several tables and chairs made of top-quality ebony wood.

Originally, I wanted to make a lot of money, but I didn't expect that it would be a problem to recover the cost.

The most hateful thing is that they didn't know who to turn to for revenge before they found Yamamoto who had disappeared.

Lucius stood where he was, waiting for him to vent before walking towards the door.

"It's the little Mudblood Wayne who did it!" Mrs. Zabini's voice gnashed her teeth.

"He's been to Japan, that damn Yamamoto 99 must be his!"

"Why?" Turning around, Lucius frowned and looked at her.

Mrs. Zabini slightly calmed down her violently rising chest, "Intuition."

"Ridiculous." He thought he had some brilliant idea.

Yes, a woman's intuition is very accurate, and a witch's intuition is even more accurate.

But Vincent is just a 12-year-old Muggle-born wizard, can he play around with their noble blood?

If it spreads, it must make people laugh out loud!

"You don't believe me?" She bit her lower lip lightly, "Frantz, Argos, what about you?"

Old Parkinson shook his head, "It's not that we don't believe you, Lucretia."

"I believe it!" Old Flint suddenly shut his mouth.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head firmly, "Lucretia, I know you really want to deal with that little Mudblood.

It will be summer vacation after a while, we might as well wait until—”

"I can't wait!" Mrs. Zabini got excited, and the fur on her shoulders suddenly slipped off.

Old Flint almost lost his mind again, "Are you crazy? Hogwarts is Dumbledore's territory!"

"I didn't plan to teach him a lesson." Mrs. Zabini put the fur back on her exposed shoulders,

"If he dares to bully my son, I dare to deal with his family."

"You're crazy!" Lucius who had just walked to the door pointed at her tremblingly,

"If the Ministry of Magic finds out, you will definitely be caught in Azkaban!"

Mrs. Zabini's eyes were extremely calm, "No, I'm not crazy.

It's not intended to kill them, it's just a little tease. "

"Whatever you want." Lucius breathed a sigh of relief.

He pushed open the door, "As long as I don't get involved."

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