This Hogwarts is not normal

Experts in Muggle Studies really understand finance.

1 Gold Galleon can be exchanged for 17 Silver Sickles, or 493 Copper Nats.

In the Muggle world, the price of gold, silver and copper is not always constant.

When the price of silver falls to 17 times higher than the price of gold, you can buy silver ingots from Muggles and cast them into silver Sickles, then you can get a profit from the decline in silver prices.

The reason why the magic world can maintain the currency exchange ratio is because the minting power is not in the hands of wizards.

But even with this ability, goblins cannot casually harvest large amounts of wealth.

Because Gringotts is a regular bank with supervision, the Ministry of Magic will be responsible for anything.

The source of gold, silver and copper is not from the Muggle world, but from tombs and ancient sites excavated by spellbreakers.

What about the wizard card?

Faced with the presiding judge's questioning, Lucius was very calm,

"Judge Burns, the wizard card is our common property, and of course we have to take care of it."

It's just a little compensation, and I have already made psychological preparations.

"Six defendants, do you have any idea of ​​profiting from the card trading market?"

"Absolutely not."

"I don't even dare to think about it."

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle answered successively.

Burns glanced at the jury, "Even if you don't have subjective ideas, objectively you did create a deception."

Without substantive evidence, the outcome of the trial can only be left to them to decide.

Seeing Old Flint's look of winning, Vincent immediately frowned.

Needless to say, the jury of 51 members of the Wizengamot must have been bribed.

No organization can avoid the existence of moths, let alone an organization that has long been riddled with holes.

The Muggle Independent Commission Against Corruption has a group L that specializes in investigating its own people. The magic world is as weak in anti-corruption as finance.

While the jury was discussing in low voices, Dumbledore found that Vincent had no longer expressed dissatisfaction.

After about 5 minutes, the jury all wrote something on the parchment in front of them.

Characters appeared one after another on the paper in front of Burns.

It was the jury's decision, which she would announce later.

The dock was quiet.

Only Madame Zabini clenched her hands.

Without the inheritance of her 6 ex-husbands, she will not be in the same class as the old men in this life just because of her beauty.

Of course she was nervous and worried.

By the time the last member of the Wizengamot put down his quill, Burns knew what would happen.

"The six defendants were acquitted of willful fraud by a unanimous jury verdict."

Madame Zabini relaxed.

"but--"

She clenched her hands again.

"Even if the defendants have no subjective intention, it is enough to constitute the crime of indirect fraud."

Born paused, his expression extremely serious,

"In addition to paying a fine of 500 Galleons each, the six defendants also need to jointly bear the economic losses of the people.

The scope is that all people who purchase through official channels and still hold wizard cards will be compensated according to the original price. "

Only the world where the card merchant was injured was reached.

Vincent left behind Dumbledore expressionlessly.

Although he had expected such a result a long time ago, the expressions on the faces of the gentlemen after winning were too glaring. ... "You are the biggest winner." Dumbledore suddenly turned around,

"Don't be too greedy, the result is already very good."

Not only did it defeat its competitors, but it also made Europe's largest card merchant stumble, and it also reduced the probability of Gwent cards being maliciously inflated in value.

Vincent signaled that he was fine, and walked out of the Ministry of Magic alone with his worried eyes.

Instead of going home for the first time, I strolled along the West Bank of the Thames.

Through this trial, the Ministry of Magic once again exposed a problem.

Even the most important procedural justice of the judiciary cannot be guaranteed. There must be many scapegoats like Morfin Gaunt who died in Azkaban like Quirrell and Lockhart.

The British Ministry of Magic is like an apple with a bright red surface and a rotten inside.

It is indeed edible to cut off the rotten part, but how much can be left?

"Fairy..." Vincent murmured softly.

He sat down beside Westminster Bridge.

According to the history of magic, goblin rebellions occur every few centuries.

There are a total of two leprechauns boarding the chocolate frog picture:

One founded the Gringotts Wizarding Bank in his own name in 1474 and developed his business to Gringotts in various wizarding circles around the world.

The other is Lara the Sloppy who participated in the goblin rebellion in the 18th century.

After one of the bloodiest and most thrilling rebellions in history, the British Ministry of Magic took full control of Gringotts headquarters in Diagon Alley in the 19th century.

The right to mint coins that the goblin still has should be exchanged for the control of the bank.

No wonder meddling in every aspect of the wizarding world can be annoying.

Looking at the dense traffic on the bridge, Vincent slowly stood up and stretched.

In the world of magic, power and money are imaginary, and only strength is eternal.

It would take too much time to change from within, and it would take a lot of energy to completely overthrow it.

"Voldemort..." he whispered the name.

"Voldemort, you must come back quickly..."

The noise of traffic muffled his voice, but the one who should know would know.

It was evening when we returned to Oxford Street.

Two bodyguards outside were exercising with dumbbells.

In the house, Eric is maintaining the guns, and Evelyn is preparing dinner.

"Why so late?"

"I'm not in a good mood, I went for a walk."

Eric put down the gun body parts, "The result is the same as we thought?"

"That's right." Vincent poured a glass of water, "They bribed the jury, probably 20 people."

Evelyn, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen, "Honey, your classmate called you just now."

"Who?"

"Hermione."

She had a weird smile on her lips, "Their family probably didn't unsubscribe from the Daily Prophet, so they probably knew the result of the trial right away."

Vincent pretended not to see her hint, "Thanks mom, I'll call her right away."

He picked up the address book next to the phone, found Granger's number and dialed it.

Eric moved quietly.

"Hello Mr Granger, this is Vincent.

Yes, I called to find her. "

There was a rush of footsteps from the microphone, followed by Hermione's worried question.

"I'm fine, really.

newspaper?Our family has long since stopped ordering this crap. "

Vincent calmly listened to her talk about the interview after the final trial of the gentlemen.

It is certain to insist that he is innocent, and of course there are hints that competitors are doing bad things.

Blood pressure didn't rise much, after all, I was mentally prepared.

"Pause for a moment, why do I think you are the one who should be comforted?"

The microphone fell silent for a while, followed by a hum at a slightly higher pitch.

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