This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In contrast, the opening of Gwent is much more popular than that of The Witcher.

"Guaranteed card draw mechanism?" Mrs. Zabini looked across with interest.

She seemed to be able to see through and see what was going on inside.

"Yes, Minister Fudge didn't win in 200 consecutive draws, and Miss Greengrass won two out of 10 consecutive draws."

"Greengrass?" Mrs. Zabini frowned and turned to stare coldly at a wizard who had sneaked into the second batch.

"Yes-yes." He didn't dare to raise his head, his lips trembling.

"Lucretia, this is not surprising." Old Flint walked over with disdain,

"Wayne the brat has done something, Fudge will not let him go easily."

"Please don't call me by my name directly." Mrs. Zabini turned and went back to the store.

Although it was particularly obscure, Old Flint still felt resistance.

He didn't have any feelings for the one at home, and they were playing their own games in private anyway.

The man who will become Lucretia Zabini's seventh husband is a high-ranking official of the French Ministry of Magic.

Conquering such a beautiful rose that was born with a curse will surely bring unprecedented pleasure.

Lucius, who was watching him quietly, quickly put away the contempt on his face.

Most of the "old friends" have left, and the rest either stay for their sake or have ideas about Mrs. Zabini.

Real customers? No.

The revenue of nearly 40,000 Galleons seems to beat Gwent, but it is only a look after all.

If it follows the original play method, the wizard card will really be a failure.

"Put up the notice." As soon as Lucius finished speaking, old Crabbe and old Goyle walked out of the store with a grin.

Whether it is a gold card or a color card, it is all a pile of scrap metal in the end.

1 Galleon for 1 wizard card made of gold and silver and inlaid with tiny gems is undoubtedly a dimensionality reduction attack.

No need to rely on luck, it has a value that exceeds the selling price. Normal people know how to choose.

Aside from the gameplay, this idea is indeed correct.

As soon as the price reduction notice of the Black Swan Wizard Card House was posted, some wizards who had long lost patience came.

When they displayed cards that were far beyond their value, wizards who thought it was profitable came in large numbers.

Lucius looked calm on the surface, but he had long been extremely contemptuous in his heart.

One or two Aurors specially dispatched by the Ministry of Magic have been assigned to maintain order.

Mrs. Zabini and Old Flint have gone up to the second floor. It is time for them to leave after taking another look.

Gwent has a card pool, and even clerks do not need to be hired.

How could the noble and elegant Master Lucius always deal with ordinary wizards?

If he "condescends" too many times, his value will drop.

The 20 clerks hired with high salaries are already in place, all of whom are professionals with impeccable appearance and etiquette.

"Low blood means low blood. Those people will never be able to reach our level--"

Lucius just came to the second floor and heard old Flint belittling the other side.

Although he was the same, he would not look down on Vincent.

It is not possible to explain such a big show just by luck.

Old Parkinson sat between the two of them lightly, "Franz, it is not a good habit to underestimate the enemy."

"Yagos, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

He glanced at the lively downstairs, "These people are here for profit, you know what I want to say."

Of course they will rush to grab discounts, and if there are no discounts, they will just return to the previous state.

This is a very stupid way to play.

Lucius stood by the window, and the corners of his mouth began to rise slightly.

Since the card pool is so useful, he will definitely not miss it.

The value of the card is determined by the second-hand market, but most of the market is determined by them.

The same card drawing mechanism, the difference is just manipulating the second-hand market to raise the value.

Just like the nature of gambling, it will only get worse after tasting the sweetness.

"I have to thank Wayne." Lucius turned to them, "Thanks to his creativity, we can make a bigger profit."

Old Parkinson nodded thoughtfully.

Probability is not important, and what card it is is not important.

Even if it is the most common card, they will raise the price to whatever price they want behind the scenes.

Mrs. Zabini said expressionlessly: "The cost of cultivating a second-hand card trading market is not lower than what I have invested, right?"

"The greater the investment, the greater the final reward." Old Flint's slightly flattering expression was still ignored by her.

"Lucretia, if we expand the market to Europe and the world, the profits we can earn will be far beyond imagination."

Mrs. Zabini looked straight at him.

Golden Galleons are just a string of numbers to her, but no one will dislike too many.

Human nature is greedy, and everyone is eager to take shortcuts.

Once the second-hand trading market is formed, there will only be a steady stream of wizards joining in.

As card dealers, they try their best to stabilize the market volatility without wanting to be the last one to take over.

When it is time to harvest, they only need to gently swing the sickle to get huge returns.

Lucius, who came up with this plan, has perfectly grasped the weaknesses of human nature.

"Will our reputation become very bad?"

"No one knows that we manipulate the market."

"What if we are discovered?"

"The old way, shut up the Ministry of Magic."

Just like the way the Muggle stock market works, it's exactly what Wayne's big profiteer wants to do but doesn't dare to do.

Huge short-term profits are very tempting, but the long-term profits that Gwent can bring are more optimistic.

From campus competition to national competition to regional competition, and finally to the world competition like Quidditch.

Not only does he have a good reputation, but he can also make a lot of money.

Vincent put on a false smile and followed Fudge towards the Black Swan Wizard Card House.

All 10,000 Gwent cards have been drawn, and it took less than an hour and a half.

If the price of wizard cards hadn't been reduced, it would have been at least a third faster.

"Welcome!" The two clerks were stunned when they raised their heads.

The Minister of Magic is fine, but why is my boss here?

Ruining the place?

There was a large group of people following behind, and it really looked like this.

A clerk stumbled up to the second floor.

"Master Lucius, it's not good!

Bring someone over from the other side to cause trouble here! "

The few people who were swimming in the imaginary sea of ​​golden galleons all woke up in an instant.

Lucius, who was the first to wake up, glanced at the clerk half-kneeling in front of him.

He was in a panic, so it shouldn't be fake.

"What are you waiting for!" Old Flint stood up and twisted his neck, "Wayne, that bastard brat, dares to come here because he relies on Fudge's presence."

"Plus Dumbledore." Old Parkinson grinned and sneered: "Pretending to care about his colleagues, do you really think he has won?"

Lucius put on a false smile, "Anyway, the Wizard card did borrow ideas from Gwent.

However, the world is cruel, and what belongs to you may not always belong to you. "

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