Chinese students at Hogwarts.

In the magnificent hall, Morgan and Rockefeller sat down, and the butler had opened a cigar box that looked quaint, even a little old.

This cigar box was only made of silver, with some age-related dirt on the surface, which seemed extremely incompatible with Morgan's identity.

Only the old butler understands how important this cigar box, which has been passed down in the Morgan family for three generations, is.

This was the first expensive craft purchased by Morgan Sr.

The butler gently rotated the cigar and used professional cigar cutters to precisely cut off the cap to reveal the tight tobacco leaves inside. He handed the cigar to Morgan and Rockefeller.

Umbridge also accepted it calmly. She had learned everything she should and shouldn't learn in the Muggle side for more than half a year.

Then, Morgan lit one end of the cigar with a match, took a deep breath, let the smoke billow in his mouth, and exhaled slowly.

The smoke lingers in the air, carrying a unique aroma that is both rich and slightly sweet.

"You want to meet me? Duke tried his best to persuade me to meet you, saying you were amazing."

Rockefeller didn't speak, just smoked his cigar quietly. He did the same, and someone also strongly recommended him.

The seemingly cloudy eyes were bright and restrained, looking at the strange woman in front of him.

Of course their power is not a decoration, but this woman named Umbridge seems to appear out of thin air.

There are only records from more than half a year ago, and there is nothing further back. Morgan and Rockefeller, who do not believe in evil, even used the U.S. intelligence system, which is the department with the most powerful intelligence collection capabilities in the world.

There is still nothing found in front of this woman, she is blank.

This bizarre situation was one of the reasons why the two decided to meet her.

Umbridge also looked very relaxed, with a confident attitude. Even after seeing the wisdom of Muggles, she still had absolute confidence in wizards.

Her sense of superiority became even stronger. In her opinion, Muggles had no magic and could only rely on their own minds, but wizards could also learn from Muggles.

What about Muggles? They are destined to be insulated from magic

"Yes, I really want to meet you, the most powerful people in this country. Only such people are barely worthy of cooperating with us."

Umbridge was leaning back on the sofa, holding a cigar in her fat hands, and saying something that was considered offensive.

As soon as these words were spoken, the chest of the butler waiting next to him immediately heaved violently, and he even wanted to angrily scold the other party for his arrogance and rudeness.

These are Rockefeller and Morgan!

I don’t know how many people want to meet them. Even the commander-in-chief of the United States will take the initiative to stand up to show respect when they see these two people.

But to his surprise, neither Rockefeller nor Morgan seemed to care about Umbridge's attitude. On the contrary, they looked at him with interest.

Morgan spread his hands, his old cheeks vaguely visible behind the faint cigar smoke:

"The Morgan family has always had a partnership system. Although this system has been replaced by the board of directors system, the Morgan family has never refused to cooperate."

His body leaned forward slightly, and finally he showed a stern aura:

"The premise is——what can you bring to the Morgan family?"

Rockefeller waved his hand and said with a careless smile:

"Tell me first, what do you want? What do you want to accomplish with us?"

In the past few decades, Rockefeller and Morgan have met all kinds of people. Some of them bowed down and trembled under the terrifying financial resources of the two companies, and some of them were so arrogant that they actually wanted to attract their attention.

Some people are arrogant, and some people are groveling.

Umbridge is just one of them. No matter what posture they show, for the two of them, there is no need to be angry or care.

So what if it can bring enough benefits? If there is no benefit, what does it matter no matter how respectful you are?

No matter how time goes by, only money will last forever.

"My needs are simple -" At this point, Umbridge turned her eyes to the people behind Rockefeller and Morgan.

These people are all followers and bodyguards who are trusted by both of them.

"They'll keep anything secret, and I don't think what you're talking about—"

Umbridge frowned and simply took out her wand. Morgan, who was talking, suddenly felt that the surroundings became quiet.

He immediately stopped what he was saying and looked at Umbridge opposite in surprise.

Looking back, his follower was looking at him, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out.

"What happened?"

The voice of old friend Rockefeller came.

Can I still hear sounds? So what's going on? Morgan reacted suddenly, with a serious expression on his face, and tried to ask:

"superpower?"

Throughout history, legends about superpowers have been circulating.

Morgan even knew that there had been experiments on superpowers inside the mold, and they wanted to organize a force organized by superpowers.

But the results were not satisfactory. He may indeed have some abilities that are different from ordinary people, but they are of no use.

Umbridge lifted the spell and looked at the two of them, feeling extremely comfortable.

Yes, that's right. It's this look, this expression.

That would make her feel happy from the bottom of her heart, and only at this moment would Umbridge feel that she was a god!

The smile on her face became sweeter and sweeter:

"Can we talk alone now? Although I hate to say this, not everyone is qualified to listen to me."

Morgan thought for a moment, saw the look in his eyes from his old friend, and finally nodded and waved to back away.

It wasn't until those people retreated to the door that Morgan said in a deep voice:

"Can we talk now?"

Umbridge leaned forward a little and whispered something.

Rockefeller and Morgan's eyes opened wider and wider, the expressions on their faces gradually became dull, and finally they shouted directly:

"Are you crazy? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Impossible?" Umbridge's smile became stronger and stronger, her voice was soft, and combined with her fat face, she looked like a big pink toad.

"You don't want to hear what I can bring to you?"

"What can you bring us? Even if you can bring me tens of billions of dollars, your crazy idea cannot be realized!"

Morgan was finally irritated by her attitude, and he slammed the cigar in his hand to the ground.

"Ha, he's just a self-righteous lunatic. What a waste of time."

"What if it's immortality?" Umbridge's voice was sickeningly sweet, low and low, but it sounded like thunder in the ears of Morgan and Rockefeller.

Even with their determination, they were still stunned for a moment, but then what filled their hearts was huge absurdity and ridiculousness.

"Eternal life? Who do you think you are? God? Should we pray to you?"