This Hogwarts is not normal

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

Even though he has changed a lot now, his character is still the same in his bones.

Vincent saw persistence from her small face,

"Why do I feel that you are setting me up?"

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

"Mr. Wayne, who has insight into people's hearts, is thinking too much? We are all just 12-year-old little witches."

"Heh, you make it sound like I'm not 12 years old."

"On the surface." Hermione shook her head seriously, "The mentality is already the same as that of Uncle."

Vincent is hurt.

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

"You won." He sat down neatly,

"How is the research going? Have you figured out how to let the old men eat their own fruits?"

"No." Hermione pointed at the autobiography in her hand, "Wizard cards are very similar to Ponzi's original deception, but the value is determined by them."

"False bubble..." Vincent held his chin, "With such a large investment, it will be wonderful when it pops."

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

"Professor Dumbledore's character is so good that he is easily targeted by slander."

"What about you?"

"I'm a competitor."

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

Expose the scam, let the wizard card can only be thrown in the hands of the old men, and finally lose credibility and the wealth invested.

Who can debunk it?

Who dares to expose it?

Domestic ones are not good, and foreign ones are even worse.

This road has been blocked, can only go 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 they can't afford benefits that far exceed the wizard's card deception, otherwise it is really possible to realize it.

"Wait—" Vincent raised the corner of his mouth suddenly.

As a black market businessman, Mr. Bork must know quite a few colleagues.

He has a big appetite, and what he offers must be sky-high.

But that doesn't mean it can't be exploited, just that the process will be rather lengthy.

Hermione pushed back the money bag he handed over, "Leave it to you first."

"Do you want to calculate interest for you?"

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

"A person who is not greedy." Vincent put away the 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 use those people!"

"Manipulating the market is easy, maintaining the market is difficult."

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

Daphne, who became more and more confused as she listened, raised her small hand, "But how do we make the market fluctuate? Isn't it up to them to decide the price?"

Vincent and Hermione smiled at each other.

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 is it banned?"

She sat down again, "People tend to only value the result, and the cause and process are not important."

It's the same card, so why can the other be sold at a sky-high price when one is banned?

If you don't want the market to collapse, the price must be adjusted again.

A small loss is better than a big loss.

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

"I barely understand it." Daphne tilted her head in a daze,

"Then the question is, how can we make merchants recklessly recycle cards?"

"Fake news." Vincent looked around, the smile on his mouth was slightly restrained,

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

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

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

She put on an expression of knowing the truth, "If you are caught on the spot, we will miss this year's Academy Cup."

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

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

What can make people not recognize it?

Pretend too low, Polyjuice Potion?

The "Grignard's Anatomy" in my hand...

"Could it be——Vincent, are you learning how to transform the human body?"

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

Vincent avoided their eyes in embarrassment, "I was very attentive when I was reading, just because—"

"I know." There was a little dissatisfaction in her tone, "President Wayne is a busy man, so he doesn't have time to care about us small characters."

No way, run away.

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

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Saturday morning.

Ving Snape Center came to Mr. Burke's cave again.

The cuties are still saving venom, and today he is here to sell potions.

Fireproof Potion, Joy Potion, Shrink Potion, Vitality Tonic, etc., are all the perfect works of masters.

Don't say that Ebenezer has the intention of flattering, even if he didn't, he wouldn't have the face to lower 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 away the money bag casually, dispelling the idea of ​​getting rich from potions.

Before Snape became a master of potions, he probably consumed an astronomical amount of materials.

If alchemy fails, it can be remade, and if potion fails, there is no chance of recovery.

"Dear guest, are you right about the price—"

"No." He shook his god's black robe lightly, turned around and walked outside.

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

Vincent paused suspiciously.

According to the original idea, at least four or five trips had to be made.

He turned sideways and looked over coldly.

"I'm very sorry—" Ebenezer rubbed his short hands, and leaned forward affectionately,

"Recently, the situation of the wizard card is very good, but I always feel that there is something weird in it.

You—don't get me wrong, I'm not here to inquire about news!

I just want to know if it's a hoax, and of course you'll get my best friendship. "

He took out a purse of the same size as last time from the ring.

"Hey——" Vincent turned around with a sneer.

The wizard card is obviously a scam, and it is impossible for a seasoned black market dealer to fail to see it.

If I'm not mistaken, this is also a trial.

Test him if he doesn't know the inside story, and test whether he is a greedy person.

"Dear guest, you—"

"Mr. Bock, I have countless ways to legally earn huge wealth, and you think too highly of yourself."

Ebenezer's eyes lit up, and he stepped aside apologetically.

Under the pitch-black cloak was Vincent's strange smile.

You can go through legal channels, why should you go through black market channels?

Short of money?

Confidential?

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

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