This Hogwarts is not normal

The report letters from the two former bosses only played a decisive role.

Countless reporting letters from well-known wizards at home and abroad are the key.

Some of them used excited words and even gave examples of the Muggle Ponzi scheme at the beginning of the century.

The bond company's promissory notes are replaced by wizard cards, and the three-month period to obtain huge profits is shortened to the moment the card is issued.

The trading market for card merchants is actually a small financial market.

Each of the 122 cards represents a company or a subsidiary of the same group.

It has been skyrocketing since its launch, and then fell when negative news emerged.

Volatility means instability, and instability means chaos.

Fudge always believed that he could stabilize the situation, and the report letter only allowed him to take action in advance.

"Dumbledore—" Lucius cursed in his mind.

He doesn't care if the magic world is in chaos or not,

He only cares about how to improve his own value.

"Minister Fudge, everything is just a misunderstanding. We have never manipulated the price of wizard cards behind the scenes."

"Mr. Malfoy——" Fudge sighed sadly:

"Please trust the Ministry of Magic, trust us."

This time, we can't cover up the past like before.

If we don't do it a little more fairly and justly, there's no telling how foreign countries will badmouth the British Ministry of Magic.

Reputation is secondary, the key is position.

When the Aurors sorted and packed all the wizard cards, Fudge led the team out of the Black Swan Wizard Card House with a straight face.

There are more than 130,000 copies in total, which is enough to make 10 sets of collector's editions.

Dumbledore did not go with him this time and was the last to leave.

"You must do this?" Lucius' eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Lucius, everyone must pay for the mistakes they make." Dumbledore stopped.

He turned around and met those malicious eyes one by one.

A little disappointed, but not regretful.

"Everyone, never lose your sense of right and wrong and your sense of morality."

Dumbledore left.

No one spoke, no one stopped.

Old Flint closed the door, "Calm down—

We haven't lost yet, we're just under investigation."

"We lost, Franz." Lucius was the first to lean on the sofa, "We lost.

Even if no problem is found in the investigation, all those wizard cards will be ruined in our hands."

Mrs. Zabini, wearing a Haise fur draped over her shoulders, slightly raised her left leg, then placed it gracefully on her right thigh.

"Not yet." Under her beautiful face, there was a viciousness that could not be hidden.

"Using magic to restore the cards to raw materials, at most you will only lose a little processing fee.

After taking back these gold galleons, we can use the same method to layout Gwent."

The approach is to die together, but the initiative is in the hands of others.

"It doesn't matter whether the charges are proven or not, those wizard cards are also physical evidence." Lucius squeezed the silver snake head on his cane tightly.

"If I were Dumbledore, I would definitely escalate the matter to the International Wizarding Tribunal."

Mrs. Zabini sneered: "Fudge will stop him, no matter what."

"The fact that they can come together means that a consensus has been reached in advance."

The condition for not bringing the matter to the International Wizarding Tribunal is probably to seriously deal with the Wizarding Card scam.

There was no back door. Compared with the people's anger, the wasted gold galleons made them more uncomfortable.

"And those card dealers!" Old Flint said with a ferocious face.

"They are the ones who take the initiative to increase the value of the wizard cards, and they have nothing to do with us."

Lucius suddenly smiled bitterly.

He hired someone to go to Japan at a high price and did not find out the news about the relationship between Yamamoto and Vincent. Instead, he found out the news that the largest card dealers in Europe were collectively deceived.

Yamamoto not only dared to tamper with the wizard card, but also dared to defraud at least one million gold galleons in one go.

It is said that another person was deceived, and the nature of the scam was much worse than theirs.

I've been fooled once, and I'm not stupid.

After sharing the news, Lucius was grabbed by the collar by old Flint and lifted into the air from the sofa.

"You selfish bastard!

You obviously knew it in advance, why didn’t you tell us first!”

"Franz, calm down." Old Crabbe and Old Goyle each held down one of his arms.

"Don't make excuses!" Old Flint let go of his hands.

Lucius sat back on the sofa and straightened his wrinkled collar.

"You never believe me, and telling you will only make you more timid."

It's as if someone knows in advance, turning the intended scapegoat into a deceived victim.

"What about Yamamoto Kujiu?"

"If we can't even find anyone, the case will continue to drag on."

Old Flint unclenched his fist, "This won't work, that won't work either. I shouldn't have believed you in the first place, you bastard!"

"Ho--" Lucius stood up with a snake-headed cane.

"When this current storm passes, I will find a way to get the cards back."

As for the specific time, it depends on the work efficiency of the Ministry of Magic.

"Damn it!" Old Flint overturned several tables and chairs made of top-grade ebony.

I originally thought of making a lot of money, but I didn't expect that even recovering the cost would be a problem.

The most hateful thing is that before they found Yamamoto who had disappeared, they didn't know who to turn to for revenge.

Lucius stood there, waiting for him to finish venting before walking towards the door.

"It was the little mudblood Wayne who did it!" Mrs. Zabini's voice rang out through gritted teeth.

"He has been to Japan, that damn Yamamoto Nine-Nine must be his!"

"Why?" Lucius turned around and looked at her with a frown.

Mrs. Zabini calmed her violently heaving chest slightly, "Intuition."

"It's ridiculous." He thought he had some great ideas.

Yes, a woman's intuition is very accurate, and a witch's intuition is even more accurate.

But Vincent is just a 12-year-old Muggle-born wizard. How can he fool them with noble blood?

If word spreads, it won’t make people laugh out loud!

"You don't believe me?" She bit her lower lip lightly, "Franz, Argos, what about you?"

Old Parkinson shook his head, "It's not that we don't believe you, Lucretia."

"I believe it!" Old Flint suddenly closed his mouth.

After thinking for a while, he shook his head firmly and said, "Lucretia, I know you really want to deal with that little mudblood.

It will be summer vacation in a while, we might as well wait until——"

"I can't wait!" Mrs. Zabini was so excited that the fur on her shoulders suddenly fell off.

Old Flint almost lost his mind again, "Are you crazy? Hogwarts is Dumbledore's territory!"

"I have no intention of teaching him a lesson." Mrs. Zabini put the fur back on her exposed shoulders.

"If he dares to bully my son, I will dare to deal with his family."

"You're crazy!" Lucius, who had just walked to the door, pointed his hand at her tremblingly.

"If the Ministry of Magic finds out, you will definitely be caught in Azkaban!"

Mrs. Zabini's eyes were extremely calm, "No, I'm not crazy.

It’s not like I’m going to kill them, I’m just teasing them a little bit.”

"Whatever you want." Lucius breathed a sigh of relief.

He pushed open the door, "As long as you don't involve me."

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