This Hogwarts is not normal

The first period on Thursday is the Transfiguration class.

Get up on time at 7 o'clock and arrive at the auditorium on time at 7:30.

Class doesn't start until 10 o'clock, so you can eat your breakfast slowly.

Such a big thing happened yesterday, maybe some students will submit articles to the newspaper.

Just after 8 o'clock, a swarm of owls came.

Hermione and Daphne, the two parties involved, immediately opened the newspaper.

The title is still the same, and the content is still the same nonsense.

The signature is Rita Skeeter, and she is indeed the reporter who loves scribbling.

"According to insiders, Hogwarts has two large clubs founded by second-year students.

One is the Court of Owls, which has no threshold for membership, and the other is Black Swan, which has a higher threshold."

Seeing this, Brace took a sip of milk to calm down.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Draco's expression was the same.

He had written to his father yesterday, and had he not replied that Mrs. Zabini was already taking action, no matter how shameless he was, he would not have dared to show up in the auditorium.

Hold still, look down first before talking.

All this is actually a misunderstanding.

The eldest daughter of a certain family has transferred. It's time for everyone to get together and go away.

But President Malfoy has a hard time doing it. All the members are clamoring to punish the traitors.

It is difficult to do, very difficult to do.

Not only did he have to appease the hostility inside and outside the club, he also had to discuss a solution to the matter with President Wayne.

However, something unexpected happened.

On impulse, several members of the Black Swan followed and attacked the transferred eldest lady and an unknown female student who was passing by.

President Wayne exploded on the spot and killed him fiercely.

President Malfoy couldn't defend himself, after all, it was one of his own who did it.

After careful consideration, he made an extremely great decision.

Man, saved.

It's a matter of taking care of it.

Such a touching approach naturally moved President Wayne.

But it’s also difficult for him to do.

They were attacked just after the transfer. How could new people dare to join in the future?

I have no choice but to put on a good show.

President Wayne transformed into a ferocious and violent Avenger, and President Malfoy could only let his fist hit him.

Perhaps the acting skills of both parties were too realistic, and Black Swan's cadres couldn't stand it anymore.

They all voluntarily turned into human shields and faced the big iron fist burning with the flame of revenge.

At this point, we can only pretend to be real.

Attacking is wrong, and the punishment will be doubled.

After putting the four people down gently, President Wayne left.

President Malfoy, who seemed to be seriously injured, finally stabilized the members.

"Rita Skeeter hereby sincerely hopes that the two clubs can live in harmony and that similar misunderstandings and conflicts will not occur again?"

Blaise almost bit his tongue.

What about "restoring the truth" as promised?

"Damn reporters!" He tore the entire newspaper into pieces and looked at the Gryffindor table with fierce eyes.

Vincent happened to look over and raised his milk glass in greeting from afar.

This friendly gesture seemed to be misinterpreted as mockery.

"Draco, I won't let it go like this." Blaise withdrew his gaze and clenched his fists tightly.

"I will definitely make Wayne kneel down and beg for mercy!"

Not to mention Draco, even Pansy found it almost impossible.

"Do you have any ideas?"

"No, do you have any?"

It's almost possible to save it, but it's completely impossible.

Blaise suddenly let go of his hand, "The price of Gwent cards is lower than ours, I'm going to fight with him!"

This is not a good idea.

Wizard cards are expensive, almost ten times as much as Gwent cards.

Lucius still hopes to recover blood, so how dare he start a price war.

"Calm down, he doesn't deserve this."

Draco's persuasion had the opposite effect.

Blaise waved his hand and said, "I will take care of the funds. No matter how much it is, it's not a problem."

Pansy was frightened by him.

The wealth of the Zabini family was already comparable to that of the Malfoy family. Although Draco did not say it explicitly, she knew that Lucius had lost a large sum of money.

It’s not once or twice that the Parkinson’s family has been roped in to do charity. Of course they understand who is the richest man in the wizarding world now.

"Brace, you must not do this. We still don't know how much Wayne is worth."

"He also has a deal with the Magical Congress, and the reward is probably not much lower."

Brace's little face didn't waver at all, "No matter how many there are, there's no point in getting more. Just wait for no one to buy his shabby Gwent card!"

He seemed not to have listened to what Draco and Pansy said, and was still wishfully planning to compete for financial resources.

Now that we have reached this point, it is useless to persuade him any further.

"When it starts to make a profit, I plan to acquire this nonsense newspaper..."

Draco and Pansy both chose to listen silently to the wonderful future described by Blaise.

He bluntly stated that he would buy out the shares held by other Hogwarts school directors after intense public smear campaign, and finally forcibly ban the Court of Owls.

"Another one went crazy." Marcus, who was not far away, secretly sneered.

Daphne, who was sitting at the edge of the long table, felt relieved.

Hermione told her about Gwent's positioning and some preparations before its release.

If there was a price war, she felt that Vincent would most likely hire someone to copy the wizard cards.

The selling price is far lower than the cost, and you will definitely make a profit if you buy it back.

If you are more evil-minded, it is not impossible to wait until a large number of wizard cards are out of stock on the market and sell them back at a 20% discount.

It's a pity that Lucius and the others are not stupid. At most, they will only let Zabini and his son fool around once and a half.

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Shop No. 103, Diagon Alley South Street.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes was sitting on the couch in a dark store, unhurriedly opening an envelope with a "?" symbol printed on it.

"Greengrass..."

The upper left corner of the letter burned.

He seemed to feel no pain and allowed the flames to burn his right hand.

"The confidentiality is good, but the power needs to be improved."

He gently snapped his fingers with his intact right hand, and the dark store became brighter.

Cards are suspended under the white ceiling;

There are large glass cabinets placed on both sides of the door, filled with many cute three-headed characters;

In the middle is a giant metal pool with exquisite patterns;

In the middle of the floor, which is black and white on the left and right, there is a "?" symbol with the opposite color;

More than a dozen red couches are placed opposite each other, and the coffee table in the middle has many holes the size of cards.

The young man sat on the sofa near the back, waving to the table next to the metal pool with a smile on his face.

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He caught the parchment and quill that flew by automatically, and wrote down the encrypted magic runes one by one.

Signed as Victor D. Bullard,

The recipient was Vida Rozier in France.

After Victor finished writing, he cut the palm of his right hand and dropped a symbol of the Deathly Hallows on the coffee table in front of him.

He folded the parchment in half and placed it in the center, watching his blood disappear into the air little by little.

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