Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

The old man angrily took off the wine bag from his waist and took a sip, as if it was some kind of magic potion to calm his mind. The old man's mood quickly calmed down, but he was still very dissatisfied. He glared at Fudge, as if he wanted to kill him on the head. A hole.

Fudge was so worried that he was staring at him. He opened his mouth unnaturally and asked cautiously, "Actually, I don't want to, but, I really don't remember that I have approved joining global trade." ah……"

Looking at his expression, the corner of the old man's mouth twitched. No way. Could it be that this matter really had nothing to do with Fudge and that one of his old friends took action?

While he was thinking about it, he heard Fudge's voice, revealing a hint of panic, "Please, please, is there any evidence of guilt?"

The old man recovered his mind, glanced at Fudge, and continued, "Also, you didn't take ownership of that store early!" His tone was calm, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

"What? What store?" Fudge looked confused. What are you talking about?

"Holly Garden!" The old man couldn't help it anymore. He picked up the parchment on the table and smashed it at Fudge. "We got reliable information that the largest shareholder of that store is just an underage wizard. If you had started earlier, , we can definitely take over the ownership of the entire store just like we did with that idiot Weasley before, do you know how much money that is?!"

"But now, we can only watch others make money!" the old man roared angrily, "It now has a large number of shareholders, and it has even opened branches abroad to cooperate with wizard families abroad."

"The rest of us can't get involved at all!" The old man almost lost his breath, panting heavily, and glared at Fudge fiercely, "It's all because of you! We are missing a lot of money!"

Fudge shrank his body, carefully avoiding the items that were thrown at him, and said depressedly, "But it also gave us half of the shares..."

"Fart! That was all ours!" The old man stood up angrily, "Are you satisfied with only half-achievement? You idiot!"

Fudge thought depressedly, even if I give it all to you, you won't be able to make any money!

Fudge is self-aware of this.

Spending money is like instinct for wizards, but making money...

Just looking at the current state of fast-acting acne-busting sugar, you can tell that these people at the Ministry of Magic don’t know how to do business.

What happened to quick-acting acne-busting sugar, you ask?

This is a story of ups and downs.

It involves a self-involved Ministry of Magic employee and a well-connected pure-blood family.

To put it simply, the clerk had bad luck for a while and lost a lot of money in gambling. His wife was angry and went back to her parents' house. In anger, he stole the formula in the safe and sold it to a pure-blood family. .

Yes, you read that right, in a fit of anger.

There was no conspiracy or any coercion, just a loser venting his anger.

That pure-blood family was also a thieves. After getting the formula, they went directly to the Joke Products Patent Office and registered the formula.

You must know that this formula was previously registered at the Magic Potion Registration Office and has been sold at the price of a magic potion. Therefore, although it is called sugar, it is actually packed in a simple test tube.

Everyone who makes potions in large quantities is required to pay a sum of money to the Ministry of Magic.

At the beginning, the Ministry of Magic still attached great importance to this project, after all, it can make money! But as they made more and more money, the people who cooked the potion also relaxed. Not only was the effect much worse than before, but even the taste began to develop into a burnt smell.

This made many wizards dissatisfied.

But now, that pureblood family had made them into candies, gummies, hard candies, marshmallows, you name it, there was nothing he didn't have.

They even opened a very small store called "Funny Candy", which only sells quick-acting acne-eliminating candy. Of course, they renamed it "Beautiful Candy".

Just very attractive.

What one has to admit is that under this kind of packaging, the quality of the entire candy has been improved, and the business of the funny candy shop is very hot every day.

What makes the Ministry of Magic the most angry is that they can't find any reason to close down their shops because they sell joke products, while the Ministry of Magic sells magic potions.

There is a big difference. Although the materials may be the same, joke products pay more attention to packaging. To put it simply, what a joke product gives you may be a chocolate candy decorated with ribbons and color boxes, but a magic potion gives you It's just a pot of freshly brewed syrup.

It's not a concept at all.

Besides, there was no violation of the rules. He honestly applied for a patent before selling the product. The real person responsible should be the employee who oversaw the theft and the employee who issued him the patent certificate.

This incident has almost become the biggest joke of the Ministry of Magic this year. Fudge was so anxious that he tried many ways to hide the news, allowing many people to taste the most delicious fruits.

Although these two employees were fired, it is said that the pure-blood family extended an invitation to the employee who issued the patent certificate to them, and now they stand in the store openly and sell candies.

And his legendary experience.

It is said that the money earned at the Ministry of Magic is several times more than that earned at the Ministry of Magic.

It simply makes many wizards jealous.

As for the Ministry of Magic's quick-acting acne-busting sugar potion, no one has taken it any further.

Only a fool would do such a thing instead of eating sweet candies and drink water from the pot.

After complaining for a long time, the old man calmed down, stared at Fudge coldly, and said, "We have no benefit, and you can't even think about it. Fudge, just stay here until the end of your life!"

After saying that, he opened the door and stepped out.

Fudge's whole body is not feeling well. Hey, hey, what do you mean? You want to kill me because you're short of gold galleons?

Tell me clearly!

The old man walked out of the door, closed the door, turned around, and before he had taken two steps, a limping but imposing man walked towards him.

He narrowed his eyes and recognized the other party's identity, "Good afternoon, Minister Scrimgeour."

That's right, the person who replaced Fudge was the former Auror Office Director, Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour stopped after hearing this and shook hands with the other party, but had no intention of talking.

He walked around him and opened the door that had just been closed behind him.

The old man had a gloomy expression and wanted to follow Scrimgeour's footsteps and hear what he wanted to say to Fudge, but was stopped by the Aurors who followed Scrimgeour.

He glared at them angrily, but did not get the respect he deserved. He could only leave the basement dejectedly and angrily.