This Hogwarts is not normal

There is only outright hatred among peers.

The black swan wizard house of cards not only copied the gameplay idea, but also provocatively opened the store directly opposite.

Of course Vincent wanted them to go out of business, preferably all with a huge pile of debt.

It's a pity that the gentlemen have plenty of Galleons, and it is estimated that even the tens of billions of subsidies can afford it.

With a critical eye, what he saw was class solidification besides luxury.

The cost of wizard cards does not seem to be low, but it is only apparent.

At today's pound sterling, 10 galleons would buy almost an ounce, or nearly 1 grams, of gold.

With a weight of at most 2 grams, the price of crushed gems is not high.

Counting the labor cost, the cost of a card is at most 1 Galleon.

Of course, this is the purchase price of Muggle society.

In the case of the wizarding world, at least 3 Galleons would have to go.

The gentlemen are all self-proclaimed, and they must disdain to make deals with Muggles.

Sell ​​it for one and get two for it, not counting the store's expenses.

"Welcome everyone!" Lucius smiled and came down from the second floor.

He greeted Fudge first, and then set his eyes on Vincent's smiling face.

It doesn't look like they're here to make trouble.

The fact is indeed the case.

The opening of [-] Gwent cards has been emptied, so I can't come here to take a look when I'm free.

Old Flint's disdain and disdain upstairs just now disappeared.

Instead, it was a rather pleasing expression full of flaws.

Fudge would not refuse anyone, and he and old Parkinson went to the corner to "chat".

The smell of gunpowder is a bit heavy. Customers either put down their favorite cards and leave, or quickly pay the clerks and leave.

The shop, which was bustling just now, suddenly became deserted.

"Da-da--" high-heeled footsteps sounded from the stairs leading upstairs.

When Mrs. Zabini appeared in front of the crowd, Evelyn pinched Eric's arm hard.

Although Molly and Jane didn't reach this level, they looked at Arthur and Chris with a smile in their eyes.

Umbridge stood up slightly, as if expressing something.

It's a pity that no one is talking to her now, and it should be said that no one would talk to her in the first place.

"Good morning, distinguished guests." Mrs. Zabini bowed slightly with full etiquette.

The title of the most beautiful woman in the British wizarding world is indeed well-deserved.

Vincent thought that her son was as old as himself, and he often did some tricky things.

Dumbledore smiled and came to his side, "We just came here for a casual look, there's no need for Mrs Zabini to come down in person."

"It is necessary, Professor Dumbledore." She crossed Lucius and stood in front of Vincent,

"Wayne, thank you for taking care of my son Blaise. He was spoiled by me since he was a child. I hope you can understand."

Vincent nodded, "Mrs. Zabini, we have always taken care of each other at school, and I have learned a lot from him."

"That's right, that's great." Mrs. Zabini's expression was a little unnatural.

It is really difficult, no wonder the children are not opponents.

Lucius stepped forward and put his hand on Vincent's shoulder, "Draco in our family has also received a lot of care from you, and he has also learned a lot from you."

Threats don't work.

Even so, it was impossible for Dumbledore to stand idly by,

"Lucius, isn't it just a misunderstanding between the two major clubs in the school?"

He glanced vaguely at the door.

There were several reporters there.

The most famous one is there too.

Mrs. Zabini tried her best to maintain a smile on her beautiful face, "As a mother, I am very grateful for your care of Blaise."

In Vincent's eyes, her smile was particularly creepy.

"Wayne, as a thank you, I decided to give you a set of wizard cards."

The clerk who just ran up to the second floor quickly went to the glass cabinet and squatted down, and took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from the locked drawer.

She caught it with one hand, and stretched it out with both hands.

"Thank you for the gift." Vincent took it, "I've always wanted a set of wizard cards."

Reciprocity is his character.

"Mrs. Zabini, as a thank you, I will definitely give Blaise a complete set of Gwent cards as soon as I return to school."

When she was frowning, Lucius said first: "The whole set is too expensive, I heard that its success rate is not high."

"Business is business——" Vincent knew that Fudge and the others were paying attention, "this will not affect the friendship between our two clubs."

It is impossible for him not to know about such two clumsy strategies.

Stimulation fails, alienation also fails.

Dumbledore next to him nodded secretly.

What the Ministry of Magic wants now is peace, if only on the surface.

It would be very unwise to start a conflict here.

The insidiousness in Old Flint's eyes flashed, "Minister Fudge, my family's Marcus was actually taken care of by Wayne."

"Oh? There is such a thing?"

"It was last year and they came to a game."

Fudge saw his small thoughts, "I guess—it should be Marcus who won?"

"No, Wayne won." Old Flint looked annoyed,

"He said that Wayne's Muggle fighting is too good, there is no way to get close."

"It's really powerful." Fudge met those suggestive eyes, "Frantz, don't you mean—"

"No, of course not." Old Flint looked at Eric who was paying attention to his son's performance,

"To be able to teach such an outstanding son, Mr. Wayne must be very capable."

He raised his voice slightly, "Minister Fudge, I would like to invite him to be our Flint family's fighting consultant. I wonder if you can make an exception and let a Muggle family join the wizarding world?"

Poisonous, really poisonous.

Vincent's current fame alone cannot suppress those lonely Muggle haters.

Although he won't agree, speaking out is a naked humiliation.

Dumbledore, who was usually smiling, stopped smiling.

No matter how big the background, no matter how strong the identity is, it is useless to some wizards with extreme thoughts.

They stood on high places for a long time, unaware that the snow around their feet had begun to melt.

"Frantz, what do you mean?" Restman was half a second faster than Arthur.

His eyes were quite cold, "I'm afraid we can't hear you when you speak so loudly!"

Devine nudges his father's arm.

Clement was unmoved, as if he didn't intend to intervene in this matter.

"I think it's fine, Uncle Restman." Vincent nodded confidently at his parents.

Only by experiencing it for yourself can you fully understand the degree of malice these people have.

Although old Flint can only represent himself, not all wizards.

"My father is from the SAS army, and he can't sleep well at night without holding two big guns."

No wizard dares to underestimate the spear blade that can pierce through the shell of Furacan.

Even the ones at the top.

Lucius bit the bullet and tried to act more kindly, "Frantz is rather rude, I believe he must have no other intentions."

With a smile on his face, Fudge looked back at Old Flint, "It turned out to be a misunderstanding."

"Yeah, a misunderstanding."

Times have changed,

The tricks of rubbing in the dark in the past no longer work.

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