A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"The Ministry of Magic has a sum of 700,000 gold galleons that I can lend out. As long as I return it in time, no one will find out."

"With the support of the Ministry of Magic, we will have sufficient margin to avoid forced liquidation." Andrew nodded quickly, and both of them looked at Rogge.

"Are you going to end?"

"I..." Thompson hesitated, "I can use a few thousand galleons for fun...it mainly depends on whether you use it or not."

"As long as you are willing, I will handle the exchange of Galleons from the Ministry of Magic. How about the final income...a 10% dividend?"

"No problem." Rogge agreed, not despising Thompson's courage.

"Andrew, how much is the appropriate deposit?"

"10% to 20%... but it's best to reach 30%..." Andrew calculated in his mind that the betting funds this time may eventually reach tens of billions.

"Then 30%. Andrew, your name will appear on the list of Travis family asset managers."

"Thank you sir. Is there anyone else on the list?"

"As far as I know, you are the only one." Roger raised his juice to salute Andrew, "I will give you a 3-point bonus."

"3 points?" Andrew thought for a moment, 3 points is 3%.

He combined it with the magic world's exchange rate, and his brain started calculating frantically. In the first round, the leverage will be 8 times on cash and 5 times on real estate, and the operational funds will reach 58.7 million.

The second round is 10 times, and the off-site betting is 20 times. The betting funds will directly reach 11.74 billion. Retaining 30% of the deposit, the actual gambling amount is approximately 8.218 billion.

If Rogge’s prediction is correct, the earnings this time are conservatively estimated to be 1.5 times the investment. Not only can it solve his financial crisis instantly, but it can also make him a predator in the Financial City.

"Mr. Rogge, I think the commission is a bit low. Such a high leverage is unprecedented. If you were not a wizard, I wouldn't dare agree. The operational risk is too high."

Andrew asked cautiously: "How about a 5% commission?"

"Of course I can accept 5%, but I have a better commission plan."

"Please tell me."

Rogge smiled and gave a floating commission plan: "If the final income is within tens of billions, you will get a 2% commission; for the amount exceeding, your commission will be directly increased to 30%."

"30%! Are you serious!" Andrew licked his lips, and his blood was suddenly stimulated.

"I'm a wizard, I mean what I say."

"Mr. Rogge, please rest assured that I will definitely be able to create maximum profits!"

"Mr. Andrew, I have no doubt about this. I wish us success!" Roger raised the juice and the three glasses clinked together.

"Remember to hire some bodyguards, or even ask a wizard to take charge." Rogge said slightly seriously.

"London is actually quite safe. There is no need for..." Andrew hesitated.

"Just consider it for your future wealth and life, and be prepared." Rogge put the money into ordinary boxes and handed it to Andrew: "From today on, you will become a predator in the Financial City, remember to take care of them. "

Andro nodded, excitement and greed in his eyes.

In the afternoon, Jessica came back with the house elf Bubbles. Bubbles has short, fluffy silver-white hair and big, sparkling green eyes. Compared to Winky and Dobby, Bubbles is cuter and has a more lively personality.

The most important thing is that Paopao is good at cooking, so Roger doesn't have to endure French fries and fried fish. British cooks, French workers, German police, Russian customs. Hehe, when you meet them you will understand what a good life is.

Jessica orders the elves to clean the house and prepare meals, not realizing that home is, in a sense, gone.

In the underground laboratory of the villa, Roger is making potion. The potion in the silver crucible exuded a blue light. As Rogge waved his wand, the potion exploded when it was about to crystallize.

The swaying crucible made a loud noise, and the potion exploded into colorful fireworks, which smoked Rogge's face black, like a little mouse rolling in a pile of coals.

Bubbles was working with a towel, and he was lively and light-heartedly organizing the workbench and crucible after the potion refining failed.

Jessica, who was resting in the garden, shook her head. This was already the 40th explosion. She held a stack of letters, most of them from relatives in France, and a few of them from former classmates. This made a Muggle letter tucked inside stand out.

"Isn't it another Roger's bill to buy Muggle toys?" Jessica found that her son was very interested in various toys in the Muggle world, even more than he was interested in magic spells.

She opened the letter and took a look, and she was stunned. After a long time, she came back to her senses.

"Roger, how dare you mortgage our home to Muggles!"

Mother, who was rarely in high spirits, rushed into the basement angrily.

"Roger, did you sell our house?!" Jessica grabbed Rogge's ear unceremoniously and slipped him out of the laboratory.

"Mom, be gentle, be gentle!" Rogge glanced at the letter in Jessica's hand and thought to himself, "It's not good." He was so busy experimenting with the potion that he forgot that the Muggle bank would send back the mortgage agreement.

"Tell me, what's going on!" Jessica threw the letter on the table and asked Roger to explain clearly.

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"So you sold our house for a pile of waste paper?"

"It's not sold, it's temporarily mortgaged... We still have the manor..."

"Manor?" Jessica chuckled twice and glanced at the house elf.

"Ask Bubbles, what does your Travis family's ancestral home look like now? It's almost in ruins! It's almost the same now. It's still a manor..." Jessica spoke unceremoniously about the appearance of the dilapidated manor. , his tone was full of disgust.

"It was stolen and robbed, and apart from a bunch of chattering portraits, there were only weeds and rats."

"Take the house back from Muggle hands immediately."

"Mom, we just paid for the mortgage two days ago..." Rogge looked at Jessica's unkind eyes and nodded quickly in agreement: "I'll contact Andrew right away and get the house back tomorrow."

"The rest of your pocket money is cancelled." Jessica tapped her son's head and asked him to take a bath quickly.

Roger looked at the sloppy look in the mirror and realized that he hadn't left the laboratory for a week. He took a shower and came out wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Bubbles, go prepare the materials."

"Little Master, the materials you bought last time have been used up. Do you need to go to Diagon Alley to buy some?"

"How much money do we have left?"

"My little master, I have 200 gold galleons left, which can buy ten potion ingredients." Paopao touched the big bag. The pocket full of gold coins that the little master handed him was completely shriveled up, leaving only a pitiful 200. .

"You go to Diagon Alley to buy materials first, and I'll find out what went wrong." Rogge sighed, picked up his notebook and looked through it.

I found several potions that can enhance magic power in the potion books I searched through in the bad goods store. There are giant potions with extremely side effects, sprint supplements that temporarily increase magic power, and devil's nettle juice that continuously increases the upper limit of magic power but makes wizards addicted... After Rogge's tireless search and browsing, he finally found two types of products that looked like A feasible recipe.

The first potion is called Phoenix Blood, and the medicine lives up to its name. During production, a small amount of Phoenix blood needs to be added to the crucible to enhance the wizard's magic power.

It must be said that the wizard who created this potion recipe had great ideas. But he was so full of ideas that the formula itself was only theoretically feasible and had no practical significance at all.

Who in the wizarding world doesn't know that phoenixes are rare creatures, and the only one that has been found is in Dumbledore's office. Roger didn't have the courage to jump in front of Dumbledore with a syringe: "Old bee, hand over your pet!"

At that time, before Dumbledore could be surprised, Phoenix would spit out a breath of fire and burn himself to ashes.

Compared to the unrealistic Phoenix blood, Rogge was more optimistic about another potion called Blue Moonlight. Its formula also seems very feasible, and all the medicinal materials used can be found on the market. The medicinal effect is equally excellent, and it also has a compound enhancement effect on both mental and physical aspects.