This Hogwarts is not normal

Early Sunday morning,

Vincent came to Gwent's main store in Diagon Alley wearing all black.

There were several people behind him, all of whom were simply disguised friends.

"Wayne, you have to give me a salary increase!" Sam panted and brought over the last person.

"Okay, let's increase it by 1 knut."

He cursed and picked up a large water glass and drank it all.

"You are the boss, you have the final say."

"Send it back and I'll give you an increase of 1 kats."

"Evil capitalist!"

None of the friends have much objection to the act of harboring criminals wanted by the Magic Congress.

Because except for the twins, all of them have been to Japan for vacation.

Sam, this unreliable Auror, might have done something outrageous again.

"No way, he thought he was too busy at work, so he escaped to my house and was lazy."

As soon as Vincent finished speaking, even Fred and George started to look down upon him.

"Um - do you know how perverted Director Graves is?"

The innocent Neville shook his head.

"I tried to chase away three fulakans in one day."

"You took those things back and ran away, right? Do you still have time to go on a mission?"

Sam, who was mercilessly exposed by Vincent, didn't blush or gasp.

"What do you know, I foresee this scene in advance."

Not even Neville believed this.

"Ahem - anyway, I saw that Wayne was short of people, so I kindly came here to be the acting store manager."

"oh."

"Soon, I will go back to the Magical Congress to continue being an Auror."

"oh."

Sam gave up.

His deeply rooted image cannot be saved.

Vincent opened the curtains on the second floor, "Tsk tsk - there are quite a lot of people."

Fred and George squeezed in next to him,

"Oh~ they weren't all invited here with gold and galleons, right?"

"Probably not." He squeezed the two of them away,

"Can't you go to the next window?"

"Of course - no way~"

"This position has the best angle. You can see the expressions of the gentlemen clearly."

It's indeed a good location, right at the entrance.

Hermione carefully opened the other curtain,

"Many people have already started drawing cards. Are you sure Professor Dumbledore will show up at this time?"

Vincent once again squeezed away the big faces of Fred and George,

"If I were him, I would have closed the shop now."

Efficiency is key.

But after all, I am getting older, so I should be a little considerate.

The wait didn't last long.

A group of Aurors wearing brown jackets came from the south side of Diagon Alley.

Fudge and Dumbledore walked in the front, neither of them looked very good.

Of course, there is also a certain senior secretary dressed in pink.

"Ka ka ka -" James perfectly recorded the changes in the old man's expression.

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Passing through the road cleared by the crowd, Fudge stood sadly in front of the Black Swan Wizard Card House.

He originally didn't want to come, but he couldn't completely ignore the reports from domestic and foreign countries.

If it were in China, it would be considered a general fraud case at best.

Just pay some fines and push a few scapegoats to solve the problem.

But, this person is the former president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Royston Edwind.

Forget it, the former British Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagno, came to have tea with him yesterday.

If we don't take action, will it be the Wizengamot's turn?

Fudge hopes that big things will be reduced to small things, and small things will be reduced.

Unfortunately, reality does not allow it. There are already many reporters with foreign faces around.

The foreigners, especially Rita, who looked extremely excited, seemed to be trying to get in ahead of them at any moment.

Damn Dumbledore!

He has no intention of protecting anyone, so why can't he say hello in advance?

Even a hint...

Well, it seems that when Dumbledore gave a brief report on the situation in Japan at the Ministry of Magic before leaving, he hinted at it before leaving.

"Ho ho—" Fudge looked coldly at Lucius, who was slightly flustered in front of him.

It's all this bastard's fault!

People can't...at least they shouldn't defraud others of their hard-earned wealth.

"Minister Fudge, what happened?"

"Lucius - no, Mr. Malfoy, we have received a large number of reports."

Umbridge unfolded a search warrant stamped by the Ministry of Magic,

"I hope you can cooperate with our Ministry of Magic's investigation.

Please rest assured that we will enforce the law impartially and never unjustly accuse a good person."

Her sharp voice was so penetrating that it directly gave goosebumps to the children across the glass window.

Sam is no exception, “Dammit!

This pink ****? It almost made me nauseous from today’s breakfast.”

When he said this, even Neville felt a little queasy.

"Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Secretary to the Ministry of Magic."

"Jane?" Hermione shook her little body.

"What's wrong?" Vincent turned around and found that there were people crowding behind him.

She hugged her shoulders and said with a cold look on her face: "My middle name is also Jane."

Fred and George quickly stepped aside,

"Merlin's pink toad, don't infect us with her nausea."

Hermione rolled her eyes at them both, "I want this good position."

She stepped forward and pushed Vincent aside, occupying the best position at this angle with Daphne.

"No!" The twins with annoyed faces could only squeeze behind Cedric.

When I looked over again, the Aurors had already entered the Black Swan Wizard Card Room.

The reporters were all blocked out, and only the cameras in their hands kept taking pictures.

The Aurors opened the giant card pool decorated with a large number of gems and sorted and stacked the wizard cards one by one.

All the gentlemen looked gloomy.

There are several kinds that haven’t been put in there yet.

There is no use regretting, what matters is how to solve the problem.

Lucius gave old Parkinson a wink, and the latter took a deep breath, then suddenly slapped his forehead hard,

"Merlin--the factory seems to have printed a few fewer cards!"

The old Flint, who was pretending to be angry, grabbed him by the collar and said,

"Asshole! You old guy is in charge of the factory!

Is it already printed? You want to secretly sell it at a high price after a while!"

"No, I really forgot." As soon as old Parkinson finished speaking, he received a big fist in the face.

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle quickly picked him up after he fell to the ground.

"Franz, Argos has a bad memory, so it's understandable that he forgot."

"Hmph——" Old Flint, who was stared at by the Aurors, unclenched his fist.

What a bitter trick!

Dumbledore kept smiling throughout the whole process, as if he wanted to give them some applause and encouragement.

Lucius bit the bullet and met Fudge's questioning gaze.

"Minister Fudge, this is just a small accident. We will rectify it as soon as possible."

Fudge waved the Aurors to continue searching.

Umbridge wisely stepped forward and stood between the two of them,

"Mr. Malfoy, we are not here to investigate whether the probability of the wizard card is as advertised."

Her sharp voice seemed a little more pleasant to the ears, "We are here to investigate how valuable its workmanship and materials are."

The recycling price of a set of cards is 500,000 Galleons. How much profit can be obtained after removing the cost?

What is it that supports value?

It is this that Royston Edwind questions.

Millicent Bagnall vaguely mentioned the revelation of a scam that only appeared in the Daily Prophet and then disappeared without a trace within half an hour.

If it is really an illusory bubble, what will be left after it bursts?

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