This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Experts in Muggle Studies really understand finance.

1 gold Galleon can be exchanged for 17 silver Sickles, or 493 copper Knuts.

In the Muggle world, the prices of gold, silver and copper are not always constant.

When the price of silver falls to more than 17 times the price of gold, silver ingots purchased from Muggles and then cast into silver Sickles can make a profit from the decline in the silver price.

The reason why the magic world can maintain the currency exchange rate is that the right to mint coins is not in the hands of wizards.

But even if they have this ability, goblins cannot reap a large amount of wealth at will.

Because Gringotts is a regulated regular bank, the Ministry of Magic will cover anything that happens.

The source of gold, silver and copper is not the Muggle world, but from graves and ancient sites dug by curse breakers.

So what about wizard cards?

Facing the presiding judge's questioning, Lucius was very calm,

"Judge Bones, wizard cards are our common industry, of course we have to cover the bottom line."

It's just a little compensation, and he has been mentally prepared.

"Six defendants, do you have any idea of ​​profiting from the card trading market?"

"Not at all."

"I dare not even think about it."

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle answered successively.

Bones glanced at the jury, "Even if there is no subjective idea, you have indeed created a scam objectively."

Without substantial evidence, the trial result can only be left to them to decide.

Old Flint looked like he was sure of winning, which made Vincent frown immediately.

No need to think, the jury composed of 51 Wizengamot members must have been bribed.

No organization can avoid the existence of termites, let alone an organization that has been riddled with holes for a long time.

The Muggle Independent Commission Against Corruption has a special L group to investigate its own people. The magic world is as weak as the financial world in anti-corruption.

When the jury was discussing in a low voice, Dumbledore found that Vincent no longer showed dissatisfaction.

About 5 minutes later, all the jurors wrote something on the parchment in front of them.

Characters appeared one by one on the paper in front of Bones.

This is the jury's decision, and she will announce it later.

The dock was very calm.

Only Mrs. Zabini clenched her hands.

Without the inheritance of her six ex-husbands, she would never be in the same class as the masters in her life just by her beauty.

Of course she would feel nervous and worried.

When the last Wizengamot member put down his quill, Bones already knew the final result.

"After the unanimous ruling of the jury, the six defendants are not guilty of intentional fraud."

Mrs. Zabini relaxed.

"But-"

She clenched her hands again.

"Even if the defendants did not have subjective intentions, it is enough to constitute indirect fraud."

Bones paused, his expression extremely serious,

"In addition to paying a fine of 500 Galleons each, the six defendants also need to jointly bear the economic losses of the people.

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The scope is all the people who purchased through official channels and still hold wizard cards, and they will be compensated according to the original price."

The world where only card merchants are injured has been achieved.

Vincent followed Dumbledore out of the scene expressionlessly.

Although he had expected such a result a long time ago, the expression of the old man after his victory was too dazzling.

"You are the biggest winner." Dumbledore suddenly turned around,

"Don't be too greedy, the result is already very good."

Not only did it defeat its competitors and make the largest card dealer in Europe fall, but it also reduced the probability of Gwent cards being maliciously raised in value.

Vincent indicated that he was fine, and walked out of the Ministry of Magic alone under his worried eyes.

He did not go home immediately, but strolled on the west bank of the Thames.

Through this trial, the Ministry of Magic once again exposed a problem.

Even the most important procedural justice of the judiciary cannot be guaranteed. There must be many scapegoats like Morfin Gaunt who died in Azkaban, or Quirrell and Lockhart.

The British Ministry of Magic is like an apple with a bright red surface and rotten inside.

It is indeed edible if you cut off the rotten part, but how much can be left?

"Goblins..." Vincent murmured softly.

He sat down next to Westminster Bridge.

According to the history of magic, goblin rebellions occur every few centuries.

There are two goblins on the Chocolate Frog card:

One is Gringotts Wizarding Bank, which was founded in 1474 under his own name and expanded its business to various wizarding communities around the world.

The other is Lara the Sloppy, who participated in the goblin rebellion in the 18th century.

After the bloodiest and most thrilling rebellion in history, the British Ministry of Magic completely took over Gringotts headquarters in Diagon Alley in the 19th century.

The goblins still have the right to mint coins, which should have been exchanged for the control of the bank.

Interfering in all aspects of the magic world, no wonder it is annoying.

Vincent looked at the dense traffic on the bridge, stood up slowly and stretched.

In the magic world, power and money are virtual, and only strength is eternal.

It takes too much time to change from the inside, and it will take a lot of energy to overthrow it completely.

"Voldemort..." He whispered the name.

"Voldemort, you must come back soon..."

The noise of traffic muffled his voice, but the one who needed to know would know.

It was already evening when we returned to Oxford Street.

Two bodyguards outside were doing exercises with dumbbells.

Inside the house, Eric was maintaining his firearms and Yin Fulin was preparing dinner.

"Why so late?"

"I'm not in a good mood. I went for a walk."

Eric put down the gun body parts, "The result is as we thought?"

"Yes." Vincent poured a glass of water. "They bribed the jury. There must be ten or twenty people."

Yin Fulin, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen and said, "Baby, your classmate called you just now."

"Who?"

"Hermione."

With a strange smile on her face, she said, "Their family probably hasn't canceled their subscription to the Daily Prophet. They will probably know the outcome of the trial as soon as possible."

Vincent pretended not to see her hint, "Thank you mom, I'll call her right away."

He picked up the address book next to the phone, found Granger's home number and dialed it.

Eric quietly shifted his position.

"Hello Mr. Granger, this is Vincent.

Yes, I called to see her. "

There was a rush of footsteps on the phone, followed by Hermione's worried inquiry.

"I'm fine, really.

newspaper? Our family has stopped ordering this crap for a long time. "

Vincent calmly listened to her talk about the interview after the final trial.

It is certainly possible to insist that one is innocent, but of course it is also possible to imply that a competitor is doing evil.

My blood pressure didn't rise much, after all, I was mentally prepared.

"Pause for a moment, why do I feel that you are the one who should be comforted?"

The microphone was quiet for a while, followed by a slightly higher-pitched hum.

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