This Hogwarts is not normal

Dumbledore's ability to fight Lucius for so many years certainly didn't rely on tacky gold galleons.

Fame, prestige, connections, strength...

The only thing that can defeat him is his background and foundation.

When such a big boss has enough gold Galleons, even the oldest pure-blood wizard family will have to kneel down.

The key to turning defeat into victory is power.

Beoman obediently signed his name.

It's rare to muster up the courage to fight once, but I didn't expect to lose so completely.

well--

"I declare that the appointment letter officially takes effect."

Following Britt's words, the five signatures flashed with light blue magic light.

Until Vincent reaches the age of majority, the seven interim directors will legally serve as directors for him.

The appointment letter flew out of the conference room and out of the west tower.

It came to an inconspicuous tower located at the highest point of the castle that no students had ever visited.

The silver door lock opens automatically.

7 magical contracts signed with Vincent's name float on an old small desk.

Next to the ancient book whose black dragon skin cover has peeled off, there is a small silver ink bottle with a long faded quill inserted in it.

The top drawer of the desk opens automatically.

Next to the land deed signed by Edmund II, there are 5 magical contracts stacked on top of each other.

At the top is Beoman's name.

The appointment letter flew into the drawer together with the seven magic contracts in the air.

The tower door is re-locked.

Vincent, who was taking Charms class, suddenly felt something strange.

It was a very subtle feeling, as if it was connected to Hogwarts Castle.

Not only is the appointment letter just now officially effective, but the magic contract for him to hold 7 director seats is also officially effective.

A minor cannot serve as a director? Just find someone to act as a temporary director.

Vincent knew that even if he established a connection with the castle, he could only freely enter and leave the conference room in the west tower.

The directors are responsible for funding and the principal is responsible for operations.

Naturally disappointed.

He thought he could obtain part of the castle's authority.

No wonder Dumbledore readily agreed.

"Mr. Wayne, why don't you demonstrate the tickling spell?" Flitwick jumped off the stack of books and said,

"Then, who is willing to come forward and cooperate?"

All the little lions looked at Draco.

Probably because I got used to it in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

"Grin and hula-"

Draco, who was reluctant a second ago, bent over and hugged his belly.

He endured it for about ten seconds, and finally he lay on the ground and burst out laughing.

"A very intuitive demonstration." Flitwick lifted the tickling spell and returned to the podium.

"Gryffindor House and Slytherin House each add 2 points."

Draco, unable to laugh out loud, returned to his seat with a gloomy face.

He took note of this account.

Neither Flitwick nor Wayne could escape.

In a few days, his father will return to the board of directors.

So what if we knew in advance?

There is a difference between paying to transfer and threatening to transfer.

Dumbledore had better "threaten" the school governors, so that there is a reason to remove him.

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After the first board meeting after the reorganization of Hogwarts,

Lucius, who was far away in the Black Swan Wizard Card House in Diagon Alley, soon received a letter from Beoman.

His face became worse and worse, and before he finished reading, he crumpled himself into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Let’s not talk about why. Just quietly acquiring 7 director seats is definitely not as simple as using a little “little trick”.

Without the support of sufficient interests, they will definitely notify themselves in advance.

Dumbledore has no power, so he only has the most practical gold galleons.

Let's say at least 200,000 per person, and with a little "little handle", it should be able to reduce the price to 100,000.

700,000 is not a small number. Greengrass and Rozier have overseas Gwent business to develop, so they probably can't afford it now.

The arch-rival Weasley is even more unlikely.

The strength of the Diggory family is limited, and so is the Dumbledore family.

Unless Salazar Slytherin's basilisk has an inheritance, the owner of the chubby owl won't be able to get it together.

Old Gore curiously picked up the letter in the trash can.

After reading only two lines, he staggered back to sit on the sofa.

It's a good thing it's on the second floor, otherwise it would be embarrassing in front of the customers.

Old Crabbe glanced at it,

"Lucius, is the content in the letter true?"

Old Parkinson took the letter and read it with old Flint.

When Mrs. Zabini finished reading, Lucius had no intention of answering the question.

The Beoman school director doesn't seem to be a joker, so the matter of returning to the board of directors is already considered dirty.

But the key is how to do it.

I didn't receive any news in advance, and the new director of the transfer is still the same person...

"It's him." Lucius, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly leaned back on the sofa.

The seven interim directors all have a relationship with Vincent. No matter how impossible it is, we can only accept the only fact.

The news of returning to the board of directors must have been accidentally revealed by Draco, and the only reasonable explanation left was inheriting Nico Flamel's legacy.

The legacy of the legendary alchemist who lived for over 600 years.

Beauxbatons has his donations, he invented countless alchemical items, and he made the magic stone that can turn stone into gold...

As Lucius sighed helplessly, the five people in the room gradually thought of it.

The reason they lost was because they chose the wrong opponent.

Old Flint sighed and leaned back on the sofa, "Lucretia, I advise you to give up."

Mrs. Zabini’s eyes were full of unwillingness,

"Franz, he is not yet of age, and the amount of property he can control must be limited."

"What if there are no restrictions?" Old Parkinson opened a bottle of red wine expressionlessly.

He drank half the bottle "ton to ton" and then smashed the bottle on the black velvet carpet.

No one stopped, no one spoke.

They can only hear their own breathing and heartbeat.

And each one is getting heavier and heavier.

Nearly half an hour later, Lucius suddenly sat upright again, "We have to change our strategy."

"How to change it?"

"Stop targeting Gwent and harvest the wealth we deserve as soon as possible."

"In what way?"

"Another set of wizard cards of greater value."

Old Flint smiled disdainfully,

"This bitch Rita Skeeter just exposed us. Even if we suppress the news in time, how many people do you think will buy new cards?"

"This time is different." Lucius's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"We personally go out and recycle new cards at a high price to the public."

"Lock the lowest price..." Old Parkinson shook his head fiercely,

"Do you think it's possible that the little mudblood who inherited the inheritance was the one who instigated Sam's actions?"

The legendary alchemist's apprentice does have the ability to make cards unstable.

But the key is that over and over again, the school deployed an anti-Apparition spell.

The workload is so heavy that the 12-year-old wizard simply cannot do it.

Lucius's eyes turned cold, "I will make a thorough investigation.

If it is really him, even if he has inherited all of Nico Flamel's inheritance..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

He has a criminal record, and anyone who plays dirty tricks will be treated as a Death Eater for revenge.

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