With a wand in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, Hogwarts is the king

Erwin nodded: "Well, be more careful next time!"

Old Bulster snorted coldly: "Kavendi, you don't have to act here, you know the purpose of our coming here!"

Erwin came to the top of the meeting room and sat down.

"I don't quite understand what Patriarch Bulster said! Why don't you tell me in detail! I really don't know what you are doing here today!"

While speaking, Erwin's eyes swept over the patriarchs of the pure-blood families sitting there.

Those who met Erwin's eyes couldn't help but lower their heads.

Old Bulster said: "You cowards, well, since you dare not say it, then I will say it! Cavendish, you are stretching your hands too long. If you do your magic material business honestly, it's fine, but now you want to get involved in all the businesses! Do you think that our pure-blood families are dead?"

Erwin picked up the black tea that Old Tom had just placed in front of him and took a sip gently.

"Oh? I don't understand what Patriarch Bulstrode means. Is there any law in the magic world that stipulates that there can only be one store for each business in Diagon Alley?"

Old Bulstrode said coldly: "Cavendi, don't pretend, you know what I mean! Law? The law is used to protect the strong! The water here is too deep, and your Cavendish family can't grasp it!"

Elvin nodded: "Well, I agree with this point. I don't know what result Patriarch Bulstrode is going to get by saying these words?"

Old Bulstrode heard Elvin say this and felt that Elvin had given in.

He glanced at the other pure-blood family patriarchs who were pretending to be quails.

The meaning is very clear. At the critical moment, he, Bulstrode, has to stand up!

Old Bulstrode said: "It's very simple. The purpose of our five pure-blood families coming to Cavendish Mansion this time is only one. We want to invest in Cavendish Mansion! The five of us are willing to invest 3,000 gold galleons and occupy 50% of the dividends of Cavendish Mansion!"

Bulstrode looked at Elvin arrogantly.

Erwin burst out laughing.

"Interesting, very interesting! Three thousand gold galleons, what a huge sum of money! Do you all have the same idea?"

Erwin looked at the other people.

At this time, the patriarch of a pure-blood family raised his hand.

"Patriarch Erwin, don't get me wrong, our Greengrass family doesn't mean that! I came here for something else, don't count me in!"

Bersted's eyes widened: "Damn it, Greengrass, you damn thing! Are you going to betray our alliance?"

The patriarch of Greengrass said: "Patriarch Berst, we have never been allies, I said! I came here for other purposes, but you just happened to be coming, so I came by! I didn't expect you to say such a presumptuous thing. If I had known, I would not have chosen to visit Patriarch Erwin today!"

Bersted stared at Patriarch Greengrass, as if he wanted to eat him.

Elvin leaned back in his chair with his arms around his chest, watching the farce quietly.

The other pure-blood family patriarchs did not speak.

It was obvious that they had the same idea!

Elvin said, "Okay, I understand what Chief Boster wants! Old Tom, call Rock over!"

Old Tom nodded.

Then he turned and left the meeting room.

Several pure-blood family patriarchs looked at Elvin in confusion.

I don't know what Elvin is going to do.

Soon, a middle-aged man in a black suit was brought in by Elvin.

After entering the meeting room.

He bowed to Erwin first: "Sir, long time no see!"

Erwin smiled and said: "Yes! Did Old Tom tell you the details?"

Rock nodded: "Yes, I have!"

Erwin nodded: "Then let's get started!"

Old Bulster frowned: "Cavendi, what do you mean?"

Erwin said: "Nothing, Rock is the legal advisor of the Cavendish family. It was like this when he was in the Muggle world. Now that he has come to the magic world, he is still the legal advisor of the Cavendish family! So, he has something to say!"

Old Bulster stood up suddenly and slapped his hands on the table: "Cavendi, are you kidding me?"

A cold light flashed in Erwin's eyes: "Sit down!"

When Old Bulster heard Erwin's words, his eyes became even more angry.

He was about to scold Erwin.

Erwin's eyes showed murderous intent: "I said, sit down!"

Erwin's voice was very calm.

However, everyone present felt a chill inexplicably.

Old Bulster couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

I didn't dare to continue talking, and sat back down obediently.

The murderous intent on Erwin's face instantly disappeared.And empty.

The corners of his mouth also put on that peaceful smile again.

"Rock!"

Rock took a step forward.

Standing beside Erwin: "According to the laws of the Ministry of Magic, Article 17 of Chapter 3, the property of every wizard will be protected by the Ministry of Magic! No one can rob a wizard's wealth by any means, otherwise they will be sentenced to imprisonment in Azkaban for more than 30 years!"

"According to Article 19 of Chapter 5, all wizards' industries are protected by the Ministry of Magic. If a wizard does not want to, no one can rob his interests or plan his industry in any form, otherwise he will be sentenced to imprisonment in Azkaban!"

After saying that.

Rock stood behind Erwin.

The patriarchs of several pure-blood families present all looked a little unhappy.

The patriarch of Greengrass watched all this with a smile.

It was like watching a very interesting comedy.

Erwin said: "According to the current income of Cavendish Mansion, three thousand gold galleons, it is obvious that you are robbing my property! And Cavendish Mansion is my property, you are also plotting my property by means! According to the two laws, you should be ready now and report to Azkaban tomorrow! Am I right? Chief Bulstrode!"

Old Bulstrode's old face suddenly became gloomy.

The heads of several other pure-blood families also frowned.

After a while.

Old Bulstrode said: "The affairs of pure-blood families are not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. This is a matter between pure-blood families, and the Ministry of Magic cannot interfere! This is the rule!"

Erwin smiled.

"Is that so? So, the pure-blood families are above the Ministry of Magic, right?"

Old Bulstrode said coldly: "I didn't say that. The pure-blood families have their own rules and ways of doing things! Disputes between pure-blood families are not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic! You know this very well, Cavendish, so if you want to use this to make us give up, then I tell you, you're thinking the wrong way!"