Hogwarts: Breaking off the engagement at the beginning and marrying Hermione instead

"The Ministry of Magic is a good place.

Of course, the premise is that you have to tolerate the chatter of those old guys."

Mr. Foley commented casually

"Barty Crouch from the Ministry of Magic is my friend.

Maybe when you graduate, you can become his assistant.

But don't be too happy too soon. You need to study hard."

Percy suppressed his excitement and took a deep breath:

"Of course, Uncle Foley.

I will study hard! I will not let you down!"

Of course he had heard of Barty Crouch's name.

He was an iron-blooded hawk during the Dark Lord's rampage.

He advocated using tough measures to deal with Voldemort.

He could be said to be the most promising successor to the Minister of Magic.

But his reputation plummeted after he discovered that his son was a Death Eater. He was transferred from the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to the Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation.

But he still had a high reputation in the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. Foley waved his hand quickly:

"We are all family.

Work hard!

You know, family members should help each other, right?"

Percy was startled, then quickly replied:

"That's right! That's right! You're right."

The dinner was a great success.

After dinner, Brown said goodbye to the Weasleys and followed Mr. Foley to the study.

"How is school life?"

"Not bad, I learned a lot of new potions from Mr. Sp. I also made some friends"

"That's good. Remember that potions is the 01 foundation of our Fry family. We must carry it forward."

"I will, father!"

Mr. Foley nodded:

"Clean up these few days. I'll take you to the Slug Club next week."

"Slug Club?"

Braun thought the name was a little weird.

"Well, the name is a bit strange, and it seems to be taken from part of the name of the founder Slughorn. Of course, the name is not important.

But the Slug Club is still very useful.

You can meet a lot of interesting people there.

Ministry of Magic officials, Quidditch star players, business people, writers, etc....

And these can also help you in the selection of the Order of Merlin in September this year."

"Help? Isn't Sir Merlin's selection based on results?"

Brawne frowned and asked in confusion.

Who knew that Mr. Foley couldn't help laughing:

"You are so naive, son.

Maybe it was once like that. But it changed when the Order of Merlin became a civilian wizard group recognized by the Ministry of Magic.

Now the Order of Merlin is controlled by the Ministry of Magic. The awarding of medals is not based on who has higher achievements but on who has greater fame!

Oh! Just like that Lockhart!

A fool who knows nothing, what do you think he relied on to win the medal last year? Achievements?

Of course not!

Otherwise, those Aurors are much better than that guy.

It was your father who made the selection for him!"

"But, Dad, why? If you despise him so much, why would you help him?"

"For money, of course.

Remember when you asked me to get Gilderoy Lockhart's autograph for you?"

"Of course!"

But he gave all those books to Ginny.

"At that time, I paid attention to this person. Because I found that his books and he himself were completely different.

Sure enough, after my investigation, I discovered a secret.……"

Mr. Foley looked at Braun with a look that said,"Ask me now."

Braun was a little helpless but still tactful and asked:

"What secret?"

"That is, Gilderoy Lockhart is a fool, and those experiences were stolen by him from others.

And he himself shamelessly stole their memories with the Forgetfulness Charm.

Think about it, a wizard who looks handsome... of course, not as good as me.

And who also possesses powerful magic and has many thrilling adventures. How can he not be liked by others?

Moreover, his books are really well written, aren't they?

If I hadn't been careful, I wouldn't have discovered this secret.

So I found him, and after a friendly negotiation with him, I got a part of the dividends from his books."

After saying this, Mr. Foley's expression was obviously a little proud, and it was obvious that he was very satisfied with this business that was sure to make a profit.

"So, son.

In today's magic world, being strong is important, but connections and money are also important."

"I understand."

Mr. Foley saw that Browne was serious, which meant that he really listened to his words. He was very satisfied at this moment:

"That's good. It's getting late, go to bed early!"

After leaving the study,

Braun returned to the bedroom and lay down to rest.

Nothing happened that night.

The next morning, Braun dressed and walked down the stairs.

"Don't you want to take a break during the holidays?"

Mr. Foley was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper.

When he saw Braun coming down, he couldn't help asking

"No, I think laziness will wear me down"

"Oh? That's a very good point!"

Mr. Foley was very satisfied with his son's words. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Pointing at the newspaper, he said:

"Dad will tell you a way to get rich"

"Guessing the election for Minister of Magic?"

"Yes, this is jointly organized by the Ministry of Magic and many pure-blood families. You can also make a small investment at that time."

"Yeah?"[]

Brown scanned the candidates' photos, and finally his eyes stopped on a short, fat man.

If he remembered correctly, this fat man would later become the Minister of Magic.

But at this time, his vote rate was not high, and he even ranked last.

Maybe he failed... After all, with himself as a variable, who knows how things will develop in the future?

"You can choose this person then.……"

Mr. Foley pointed at Fudge's picture.

"Cornelius Fudge? But wasn't he the last one?"

"Of course, but you have to know that sometimes the dazzling thing is not necessarily the star but also the target."

"Dad, are you saying that these people are all eye-catching?"

Braun pointed to the people in the front row.

"Of course, they are also very successful.

But they are not easy to control. The Ministry of Magic does not need someone who is out of the control of the pure-blood family. That is not in our interest...

Besides, the higher the vote rate, the lower the odds, right?

How can we make money this way?"

Brawne looked at Fudge's pitiful vote rate and the 1:3 odds.

The corners of his mouth twitched. Sure enough, no matter whether it is Muggles or wizards, those who can hold a certain amount of power are no fools. The people at the bottom are always the ones who get cheated.

"Dad, you won't……"

"Of course we didn't vote……"

Mr. Foley said with a smile.

Then he added:

"We are the banker!"

"Oh... I knew it……"

Braun covered his head speechlessly.

Sure enough, he was destined to be a villain.

No wonder pure-blood families are always opposed by many wizards in the wizarding world.

After all, they really control too much money and interests.

If they are not defeated, how can ordinary wizards survive?

But... why does Braun always feel that it is so good to be able to use the back door!

After dinner, Braun followed Mr. Foley's instructions, cut out the betting column, and attached twenty Galleons for the owl to take back.

As for whether this kind of thing would appear unethical...

Why can't 667 use the shady dealings that he knows by his own ability?

He walked to his laboratory in a happy mood.

After telling Dom not to let others disturb him.

Braun took out Voldemort's residual soul.

Because it was sealed intact.

Voldemort's residual soul was not damaged at all.

At this moment, it was wriggling in the seal like a living creature.

It seemed to want to repair itself

"Some of them look like flesh and blood creatures, while others look like ghosts or other intangible things.

Try to control them."

Use the dragon blood in the laboratory to draw a ritual array.

Then put the residual soul of Voldemort on it.

""Roar!"

The remnant soul roared and tried to rush over after Braun lifted the seal.

However, it was restrained by the beam of light that suddenly lit up during the ceremony and could not move.

But even so, Braun could feel the resentment of the remnant soul towards him.

The black magic mark on his arm began to heat up and was about to break the seal.

"Humph! Even the complete you are no match for me!

What’s more, you are just a remnant soul now!"

"Soul separation!"

"roar!"

"Soul separation!"

"……"

After a few spells, the remnant soul was dying. It was no longer as angry as before, but seemed very obedient.

Seeing that the remnant soul finally calmed down, Brown was satisfied.

He walked forward and confirmed that the remnant soul was indeed powerless.

Then he took out his wand and cast a cutting spell on his wrist.

Blood immediately dripped down Brown's wrist.

It fell on the remnant soul, causing it to groan in pain.

At the same time, it was mixed with a little excitement.

"Unfortunately, this magic requires a lot of blood."

After a long while, Browne drank a bottle of potion with a pale face and treated the wound.