This Hogwarts isn't 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 an elder possesses 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 signed his name obediently.

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 comes of age, 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 arrived outside an inconspicuous tower located at the highest point of the castle, which had never been visited by students.

The silver door lock opens automatically.

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

Next to the ancient book with the black dragon skin cover already peeling off, there was 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 magic 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 was relocked.

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

It was a very subtle feeling, like being connected to Hogwarts Castle.

Not only did the appointment letter just come into effect, but the magic contract for him to hold 7 director seats also officially came into effect.

Can minors serve as directors? Just find someone to serve as a temporary acting 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 gain some access to the castle.

No wonder Dumbledore agreed readily.

"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?"

The little lions all looked at Draco.

Probably because he was used to it in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

"Grin and hula-"

Draco, who was reluctant a second ago, arched his back and hugged his belly.

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

"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, returned to his seat with a sullen expression.

He took note of this account.

No matter whether it was Flitwick or Wayne, they couldn't escape.

In just a few days, his dad would be back on the board.

So what if you knew it in advance?

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

Dumbledore had better "threaten" the 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. Before he finished reading, he crumpled up 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 handle”.

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

Dumbledore had no power, so that left only 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 it 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.

It is even more impossible for the archenemy Wes to come.

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

Unless Salazar Slytherin's basilisk had an inheritance, the master of the chubby owl wouldn't be able to get it together.

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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 and said,

"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 didn't seem to be the type to joke around, so the matter of returning to the board of directors was already considered a thing of the past.

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 temporary 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, leaving only the logical explanation of inheriting Nico Flamel's legacy.

The legacy of the legendary alchemist who lived for more than 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 about it.

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

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

Mrs. Zabini’s eyes were full of unwillingness;

"Franz, he is not yet an adult, 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 could 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 need 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 worth much more."

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 violently,

"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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