I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

As soon as Fudge's statement appeared in the newspapers, it immediately received a huge reversal.

Now he looks like a fighter in the eyes of the wizards in the British wizarding world.

Magic has no national boundaries, but wizards do. Wizards in almost every country’s magic community do not want others to interfere with their family affairs.

Anyway, no one can prove whether there is a "little bureaucrat from Paris". After all, no one can go all the way to the International Association of Wizards to verify it.

As for the International Association of Wizards, Fudge has already taken care of it, and no one will come out to expose his "lies".

Louis' squib factory was reopened, and Fudge even went there in person. He was extremely friendly and imitated Louis' example of holding the hands of the squibs and asking questions, but his micro-expression was very unnatural, and was revealed by our Ms. Skeeter. I caught him red-handed and made a fuss about it in the Daily Prophet.

"Our Minister of Magic is putting on a parody show."

This is the front page of today's Daily Prophet.

But Fudge doesn't care about this. It's the lesser of two powers. At least the impact of the previous thorny incident has disappeared.

However, it should be said that he grabbed a squib and asked for help, which was superfluous.

Now, by taking advantage of such an opportunity to practice shooting in the void, Defuge's reputation in the British magical community has reached its peak.

——Slytherin Lounge.

"He is a seasoned politician after all." Louis put down the newspaper, without any trace of frustration on his face. Instead, he praised Fudge: "Not bad, not bad, but I'm not surprised at all."

"Is that all?" Christasa's face didn't look very good. Although she was usually a silly big sister, she was still very loyal to Louis. At least Louis' interests were violated, and she was happier than anyone else. .

"Our goal has been achieved, Chris." Louis smiled sarcastically: "You have to eat one bite at a time. I never thought that I could accomplish this in one battle and overturn Fudge in one fell swoop."

"Everything has to go through a process, and now is not a good opportunity. Now that he has found a way to escape, it will be meaningless to continue to entangle him, and it will make us look stingy."

"In addition, after overthrowing Fudge, we don't have a suitable candidate to serve as the Minister of Magic, so...it's better to let him jump around for a few more years." Louis stuffed his feet into Vitali's arms, and the latter Very wisely, he began to lift his calf.

"It is true that politics is a life-and-death struggle, but after all, politics is not a real life-and-death struggle between two people using magic. After all, there are many things to consider..."

"Moreover, the people are ignorant and blindly obedient. Don't throw cold water on them when they are blindly obedient." Lewis concluded at the end.

He stretched out his hand to wave to Christasa, who came over and took out a big golden pear from her arms.

Louis happily took the big pear and took a bite, saying vaguely: "I have to say, this prickly pear, a specialty of Stranglethorn Valley, tastes really good."

"As long as the master likes it." Christasa giggled, sat behind Louis and supported his body, and began to knead his shoulders with her little hands...

"You will actually enjoy it." Catherine, who was watching Louis' lightning magic experience, couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't life just for enjoyment?" Louis shrugged and continued to enjoy the kneading of his secretary and maid.

Catherine put down the notebook and asked Louis: "You might as well think about how to open up the market for your moonberry juice."

Louis laughed and pinched Christasa's waist, and said with a smile when the latter screamed: "You are wrong to worry about this, I never have to worry about how to advertise in the Muggle world.

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Yes, of course he doesn't have to worry.

As for why, let’s start with yesterday’s dinner.

Louis's aunt hosted a banquet in the palace for a certain commander-in-chief of the Thief Eagle who was visiting the British leader. During the dinner, Ms. Barbara took a sip of moonberry juice and was astonished.

Be conquered by the fragrant taste.

Many dignitaries attending the banquet showed interest, especially after seeing aunt's much younger appearance, the ladies were even more crazy.

No woman can resist becoming younger, especially older women.

No one doubts the efficacy of this juice. After all, the living advertisement is right in front of them. They can't help but not believe it - you say it's another technology? Sorry, how can Daiying master a technology that even Yingjiang doesn't have? Besides,

, the speed of getting news about the British leader is usually much faster than that of No. 10 Downing Street.

It has long been penetrated to the point of being one-way transparent.

During the banquet, the news about the moonberry juice spread like wildfire due to the operation of thoughtful people. Almost that night, all the moonberry juices at various sales points were wiped out.

In Daiying, the royal family is always the best anchor. They don't even need to promote this or that in person. They only need to show their face on the camera, or make a slight mention, and they are far superior to various celebrities.

The coffee position is still very stuck.

The phone calls of every salesperson sent out by the factory were almost exploded. The bosses who had barely accepted the juice a few days ago seemed to have a different attitude today.

They were tough, and some even started to shout filial piety, but they conveyed only one meaning.

"I want juice! As much as you want!"

But the factory was also in a difficult situation. The production capacity could not keep up with the sales speed. They could only ask for instructions from the top level, and finally passed it to Louis.

"If you don't have it, then you don't have it." Louis was very open-minded: "It's not good to sell too much of this kind of cheap and high-quality juice. It's better to have a limited supply and a limited sale."

Well, it can only be purchased by British people, and one person can only buy five bottles per day.

This kind of regulation has even caused a wave of opposition from all over the world, and all countries are opposing the "discrimination" of Hogwarts Company.

The Chinese newspaper even wrote an article overnight criticizing the Hogwarts Company for engaging in such behavior in today's globalized world, which is undoubtedly reversing the course of history.

Yes, Louis' company is called Hogwarts...

Dumbledore doesn't object to this at all. After all, Louis is also a member of Hogwarts...

Louis doesn't care what these people are talking about. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. I don't prohibit you from buying juice from British people who have increased the price.

It’s just a small welfare for the people.

The current Hogwarts leadership can be said to be Qin Shihuang eating peppercorns - if he wins, he is.

Such a conscientious national enterprise has received unanimous praise from all British people - after all, everyone can benefit. Foreigners are simply flocking to this juice. If you want to make a little money, go to the supermarket and buy two bottles and flip them around.

Just sell it for twice the price.

Anyway, I don’t have to worry about selling.

Except for the British public intellectuals, who had taken foreign money, they found an angle that no one had imagined for the first time - they actually began to attack Louis' conscience.

To be honest, this canine species is known to have no conscience.

They have always been somewhere between dogs and wolves. As long as they howl happily, someone will come to give them meat to eat. But once the meat is not enough, they will turn around and devour their masters.

On the black market, moonberry juice has even been sold for more than ten times or even dozens of times the price.

In the wizarding world, moonberry juice is also very popular - Louis even added moonberry juice to Hogwarts Mad Thursday. As long as you purchase the Hogwarts Mad Thursday package, you can get a cup of about 300 ml of moonberry juice.

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Now the wizarding world is completely crazy. Countless orders are sent to Hogwarts like a sea. The house elves in Hogwarts have to work overtime every Thursday to prepare food.

Knowing the race in their DNA, they were happily busy, and they were also grateful to Master Lewis for giving them the opportunity to be happy and busy.

This was something Louis didn't expect.

If he finds out, he will also say, please don't engrave any strange things into DNA...

The Daily Prophet even ran a short paragraph to promote KFC's Crazy Thursday.

For example, the short paragraph published for the first time was written by Lewis.

I am a humiliated wizard who suddenly lost all magical abilities when I was in my twenties. My wife abandoned me, my brother betrayed me, and my friends also left me. At this time, my wife and brother hooked up.

The women worked together and wanted to kill me. They conspired to trick me out and used magic spells to knock me down the cliff. Just when I was filled with anger and thought that my life was about to end, Merlin suddenly appeared and saved me. Not only did my magic power be restored.

, I also learned ancient magic. I can smash the darkness with thunder with a wave of my hand, and I can use magic to change the color of the wind and clouds in the blink of an eye. Now that I have learned the magic, I am ready to embark on my road of revenge. Mail me fifty kats to eat.

After a crazy Thursday at Hogwarts, I will continue to tell you my revenge story.

It should be said that Shakespeare's stories are well written, but for wizards, the sense of immersion is not that satisfying; like the short stories circulated in the magic world, they are all very traditional simple adventures of knights and wizards. In the magic world,

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a literary desert.

Suddenly, Louis made such a move, which immediately piqued everyone's interest.

What he didn't expect was that overnight the Daily Prophet's editorial office received countless letters from owls, with fifty copper knuts attached. The postscript was always fifty knuts for you, "I want to read that revenge story."

….

Ms. Skeeter had no choice but to turn to Louis for help. Louis had no choice but to rack his brains and change a story about the break-up of the engagement that was consistent with common sense in the magical world. He published two chapters in the Daily Prophet. The result was "The Daily Prophet"

It has completely become the top newspaper in the British wizarding world - even the wizarding communities across Europe are asking about "The Daily Prophet".

The squibs at the factory also worked almost non-stop and overtime. Louis had repeatedly ordered not to work so hard, but in order to repay Louis for taking them in, the squibs still decided to do 996 work every day.

After all, they have never had entertainment and don't know what entertainment is.

Moved, Louis announced the implementation of a mandatory eight-hour work system in the factory - eight hours of work, eight hours of his own entertainment time, and eight hours of rest time.

He hired a lot of teachers outside to cultivate the hobbies of these squibs, such as musical instruments, playing chess, chorus, dancing, rapping, playing ball, etc. As long as you fill out the application form based on the activities you are interested in, you can go

Learn things you really like in interest classes.

After all, Louis did not treat his employees badly. Each of them received a salary of 500 galleons and various subsidies in the first month - after all, they worked overtime in the first half of the month.

These five hundred galleons are an extremely high salary that many people covet. At least the professors at Hogwarts cannot earn this much money in a month.

On the night when news of the Squibs' salaries spread, Louis came to Professor Snape's office.

"If you have too much money and really have no place to spend it, please remember that you still have a poor professor waiting for his various new utensils and medicinal materials." This was Snape's first words after seeing Louis.

Louis blinked his eyes with a cute look on his face: "Professor, you are a potion master, are you still short of money?"

"The potions were donated to Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing." Snape snorted, seemingly dissatisfied with Dumbledore's stinginess.

Louis stretched out his hand with a look of disbelief: "Professor, today is Thursday, give me fifty Knuts, and I want to eat Hogwarts Mad Thursday."

Snape looked at him indifferently and said expressionlessly: "The richest person in Hogwarts should be Hagrid. He has such a good relationship with your mother, why don't you ask him for it?"

"Aren't you also my mother's good friend?" Louis said, which made Snape choke.

"Okay, I don't think you came here just for these fifty Nats." Snape looked at Louis with a falcon-like gaze: "Let me guess, what should I do?

Isn't it because there is a small problem in your teaching and you need me, the professor, to come to the rescue?"

Are you still thinking about your Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

Louis twitched the corners of his mouth, took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket and handed them to Snape.

They are all various alchemical formulas mixed by the students, such as primary healing potion, primary mana potion, primary tenacity potion, underwater breathing potion and anti-cold potion.

Snape took over these formulas, and being a professional, he was attracted to them almost instantly.

"Where did you find this?" he asked without looking up while flipping through the recipe.

"Secret." Louis smiled, full of bad taste: "Just tell me whether these formulas are useful."

"We won't know the details until we see the finished product." Snape browsed the recipes hastily and put them down: "It seems to be quite interesting. Okay, I'll keep this recipe. If nothing happens, you can

You can go now."

"You are trying to kill the donkey, Professor."

"That's right, I'm just trying to kill the donkey." Snape was obviously in a good mood and even made an unprecedented joke.

"So, where are my fifty knuts?" Louis spread his hands.

Snape pointed to the door.

"You are Eugenie Grandet." Louis curled his lips and left the Potions office.

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