This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Her nosy and stubborn character was the real reason why Hermione was rejected when she first entered school.

Even though a lot has changed now, the character remains the same deep down.

Vincent saw persistence on her little face,

"Why do I feel like you are setting a trap on me?"

Hermione, who was a little angry just now, rolled her eyes and stared at her,

"Mr. Wayne, who has an insight into people's hearts, is he overthinking it? We are all just 12-year-old little witches."

"Heh, it sounds like I'm not 12 years old."

"On the surface, yes." Hermione shook her head seriously, "My mentality is already the same as my uncle's."

Vincent was hurt.

Little girls these days, don’t they just think more maturely and act calmly, so that they can become uncles?

"You win." He sat down neatly.

"How is your research going? Have you figured out how to make the masters reap the consequences?"

"No." Hermione raised the autobiography in her hand, "The Wizard Card is very similar to Ponzi's original scam, except that the value is determined by them."

"False bubble..." Vincent held his chin, "With so much investment, it will definitely be exciting when it bursts."

"Find the most credible wizard to expose this conspiracy?"

"Professor Dumbledore's character is so good that he can easily be slandered."

"And you?"

"I'm a competitor."

Daphne blinked her big eyes, trying to understand their conversation.

Expose the scam, so that the wizard card can only be played in the hands of the old men, and ultimately lose credibility and the wealth invested.

Siluke

Who can reveal it?

Who dares to expose it?

The domestic ones are not good, and the foreign ones are even less good.

This road has been blocked and we can only take another way.

"How about dividing them up?" Daphne's suggestion made both of them stop.

Interest groups are often both strong and fragile.

It's a pity that it can't provide benefits that far exceed the wizard card scam, otherwise it would really be possible.

"Wait a minute -" Vincent suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

As a black marketeer, Mr. Bock must know many of his peers.

He has a huge appetite, and the prices he pays must be sky-high.

But that doesn't mean it can't be used, it just means the process will be quite lengthy.

Hermione pushed back the money bag he handed over, "I'll leave it with you first."

"Do I want to calculate the interest for you?"

She shook her head angrily, "Who do you think I am?"

"Not a greedy person." Vincent put away his money bag, "I have already thought of a way."

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, then stood up very suddenly, "You actually want to take advantage of those people!"

"It's easy to manipulate the market, but it's difficult to maintain the market."

She nodded her head excitedly, "Some small fluctuations will cause people to sell the wizard cards in their hands, and greedy businessmen will definitely accept them all."

Daphne, who became more and more confused as she listened, raised her little hand, "But how are we going to make the market fluctuate? Aren't they the ones who decide the price?"

Vincent and Hermione looked at each other and smiled. ♦♦  ♦♦

He took out a Gwent card from the inner pocket of his school robe, "If the prototype is banned, the Wizard card will not have a good life."

"Banned? Why banned?"

She sat down again, "People tend to only focus on the results, and the causes and processes are not important."

It's the same card. Why is it that one company is banned from selling it, but another company can still sell it at a sky-high price?

If you don't want the market to collapse, prices must be readjusted.

A small loss is better than a big loss.

Once panic exists, it will only spread more and more.

"I barely understand." Daphne tilted her head in confusion.

"Then the question is, how can we make merchants recycle cards regardless of their costs?"

"Fake news." Vincent glanced around, the smile on his lips a little thinned,

"I happen to have a very suitable candidate, and the other party is also interested in me."

Hermione was confused for less than half a second, "The new channel you found?"

"Shhh - no one knows it's me."

She put on an expression that showed she knew the truth, "If you were caught red-handed, we would miss this year's Academy Cup."

"I'm mentally prepared." Vincent shrugged, "At most it's a showdown, but I don't believe he can still hunt me down."

Daphne seemed to understand, but she didn't seem to understand.

What kind of situation can make people unrecognizable?

The disguise is too low-level, Polyjuice Potion?

The copy of "Grandson's Anatomy" in my hand...

"Could it be that—Vincent, are you learning human body transformation?"

Hermione pouted, "I've guessed it a long time ago."

Vincent avoided their gazes with some embarrassment, "I was very attentive when I was reading, just because -"

"I know." There was some dissatisfaction in her tone, "President Wayne is a very busy man, so he has no time to care about us little characters."

You can't say that, just run away.

In front of Daphne, she raised her little face like a victorious child.

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Saturday morning.

Vin Snape Center once again came to Mr. Burke's small cave.

The cute guys are still collecting venom, and today he is here to sell magic potions.

Fire retardant potion, joy potion, shrinking potion, vitality tonic, etc. are all perfect works of masters.

Not to mention that Ebenezer had any intention to please, even if he didn't, he would have no shame in lowering the price.

There are 13 bottles in total, with a total value of 600 Galleons.

There is definitely a premium, but the rate of return is too high.

Vincent put the money bag away casually, giving up the idea of ​​getting rich from potions.

Before Snape became the Potions Master, he probably consumed an astronomical amount of materials.

If alchemy fails, you can still go back and recreate it, but if potion fails, there is no chance of recovery.

"Dear guest, are you aware of the price?"

"No." He shook the black robe on his head, turned around and walked outside.

Ebenezer gritted his teeth and ran after him, "Please stay."

Vincent paused in confusion.

According to the original idea, it would take at least four or five transactions.

He turned sideways and looked over coldly.

"I'm very sorry -" Ebenezer rubbed his short hands and came forward with affection on his face,

“Wizard cards have been doing great lately, but I always feel like there’s something weird in them.

You—don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to pry for information!

I just want to know if it is a scam and of course you will have my sincerest friendship. "

He took out a money bag the same size as last time from the ring.

"Ho--" Vincent sneered and turned around.

The Wizard Card is clearly a scam, and it's impossible for a seasoned black marketeer to fail to see it.

If I guess correctly, this is also a test.

Test whether he knows the inside story and whether he is a greedy person.

"Dear guest, you——"

"Mr. Bock, I have countless ways to legally earn a huge fortune. You think too highly of yourself."

Ebenezer's eyes gleamed, and he stepped aside apologetically.

Under the dark cloak, Vincent's smile was full of weirdness.

Why go through black market channels when you can go through legal channels?

Short of money?

Keep it secret?

Why is the headmaster of Hogwarts short of money, and why does he need to keep it secret?

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