Chapter 379
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The first session on Thursday is Transfiguration class.
Get up on time at 7 o'clock and arrive at the auditorium on time at 7:[-].
Classes don't start until 10 o'clock, so this breakfast can be eaten slowly.
Such a big thing happened yesterday, maybe some students will submit articles to the newspaper.
Just after 8 o'clock, the dark owl came.
As the second parties, Hermione and Daphne opened the newspaper immediately.
The title is still the same, and the content is still as nonsense as ever.
The signature is Rita Skeeter, who is indeed the reporter who loves to scribble.
"According to insiders, there are two large clubs at Hogwarts, each started by the second year students.
One is the owl court, which has no threshold for membership, and the other is the black swan, which has a relatively high threshold. "
Seeing this, Blaise took a sip of milk to suppress his shock.
Not right, very wrong.
Draco's expression was the same.
He had written to his father yesterday, and if he hadn't replied that Mrs. Zabini was already on the move, he would not have dared to appear in the auditorium no matter how thick-skinned he was.
Hold on, look down first.
All this is actually a misunderstanding.
The eldest lady of a certain family is transferring, and it will be over if everyone gets together and breaks up.
But President Malfoy is not easy to do. All the members are clamoring to punish the traitor.
He's hard to do, pretty hard to do.
Not only did he have to appease the hostility from the inside out of the club, but he also had to discuss a solution to the matter with President Wayne.
However, an accident occurred.
On impulse, several members of Black Swan followed and attacked the transfer lady and an unknown female student passing by.
Chairman Wayne exploded on the spot and killed him aggressively.
President Malfoy couldn't argue with his mouth, after all, it was indeed his own people who did it.
After careful consideration, he made an extremely great decision.
People, keep it.
thing, carry it.
Such a moving action naturally moved President Wayne.
But he is also difficult to do.
He was attacked as soon as he transferred, so there will be no newcomers who dare to join in the future.
There's no way, I can only play a good show.
President Wayne turned into a murderous and violent avenger, and President Malfoy could only let his fist hit him.
Perhaps the acting skills of both parties were too realistic, and the cadres of Black Swan couldn't stand it anymore.
They all voluntarily turned into human shields, facing the big iron fist burning with vengeance.
At this point, it can only be a fake show.
It is wrong to attack, and the worst is to double the punishment.
After gently knocking down the four of them, President Wayne left.
And President Malfoy, who seemed to be seriously injured, finally stabilized the members.
"Rita Skeeter sincerely hopes that the two clubs can get along well and that similar misunderstandings and conflicts will no longer occur?"
Blaise almost bit his tongue.
What about "restoring the truth"?
"Damn reporter!" He tore the entire newspaper into shreds and looked fiercely at the Gryffindor table.
Vincent also happened to look over and raised his milk glass in greeting.
This gesture of friendliness appears to have been misinterpreted as taunting.
"Draco, I won't just let it go." Blaise looked away, clenched his fists tightly,
"I will make Wayne kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Not to mention Draco, even Pansy found it almost impossible.
"Do you have any ideas?"
"No, do you have any?"
It is almost possible to save it, it is completely impossible.
Blaise let go of his hand suddenly, "Gwent's price is lower than ours, I'm going to fight him!"
This is not a good idea.
Wizard cards are expensive, almost ten times as expensive as Gwent cards.
Lucius is still counting on blood recovery, so how dare he fight a price war.
"Calm down, he doesn't deserve this from us."
Draco's persuasion had the opposite effect.
Blaise waved his small hand, "I will settle the funds, no matter how much it is, it's not a problem."
Pansy was intimidated by him.
The wealth of the Zabini family was comparable to that of the Malfoy family. Although Draco didn't say it clearly, she knew that Lucius had lost a lot of money.
The Parkinson family has been pulled to do charity not once or twice, and of course they know who is the richest man in the magic world.
"Brace, you must not do this. We don't know exactly how much Wayne's net worth is."
"He still has a deal with the Magic Congress, and the salary is probably not too low."
Bryce's small face didn't waver at all, "No matter how much more you can get, just wait for no one to buy his tattered Gwent card!"
He didn't seem to listen to what Draco and Pansy said, and he still planned to compete for financial resources wishfully.
It's no use persuading me anymore.
"When it starts to make a profit, I plan to buy this nonsense newspaper..."
Both Draco and Pansy chose to listen silently to the bright future described by Blaise.
He bluntly said that he wanted to buy out the shares held by other Hogwarts school managers after a high-intensity public opinion smear, and finally banned the Owl Court forcibly.
"Another crazy one." Marcus who was not far away secretly sneered.
Daphne, who was sitting on the edge of the long table, felt relieved.
Hermione told her about the positioning of the Gwent card, and some preparations before the release.
If it was a price war, she felt that Vincent would most likely hire someone to buy the wizard card.
The selling price is far lower than the cost, and it is absolutely guaranteed to make a profit when you buy it back.
If they were more black-hearted, it would not be impossible to sell them back at a [-]% discount when a large number of wizard cards on the market were out of stock.
It's a pity that Lucius and the others are not stupid, at most they will only let the Zabini mother and son mess around once and a half.
……
……
Diagon Alley South Street, Shop 103.
A blond young man sat on a couch in a dark shop, unhurriedly opening an envelope with a "?" symbol on it.
"Greengrass..."
The upper left corner of the letter was ablaze.
He seemed to feel no pain, and let the flames burn his right hand.
"The secrecy is good, but the power needs to be improved."
The intact right hand snapped its fingers lightly, and the dim shop became brighter.
Cards are suspended under the white ceiling;
There is a large glass cabinet on both sides of the gate, in which there are many cute characters with three heads;
In the middle is a giant metal pool with exquisite patterns;
In the center of the black and white floors on the left and right, there is a "?" symbol of opposite colors;
More than a dozen red sofas are placed opposite each other, and the coffee table in the middle has many card-sized holes.
The young man was sitting on the inner sofa, waving to the table next to the metal pool with a smile on his lips.
He caught the parchment and quill that flew automatically, and wrote down encrypted magic runes one by one.
Signed in the name of Victor D. Bullard,
The recipient is Vida Rozier in France.
After Victor finished writing, he scratched the palm of his right hand, and dripped a Deathly Hallows symbol onto the coffee table in front of him.
He folded the parchment in half and placed it in the center, watching his own blood disappear into the air little by little.
……
……
Get up on time at 7 o'clock and arrive at the auditorium on time at 7:[-].
Classes don't start until 10 o'clock, so this breakfast can be eaten slowly.
Such a big thing happened yesterday, maybe some students will submit articles to the newspaper.
Just after 8 o'clock, the dark owl came.
As the second parties, Hermione and Daphne opened the newspaper immediately.
The title is still the same, and the content is still as nonsense as ever.
The signature is Rita Skeeter, who is indeed the reporter who loves to scribble.
"According to insiders, there are two large clubs at Hogwarts, each started by the second year students.
One is the owl court, which has no threshold for membership, and the other is the black swan, which has a relatively high threshold. "
Seeing this, Blaise took a sip of milk to suppress his shock.
Not right, very wrong.
Draco's expression was the same.
He had written to his father yesterday, and if he hadn't replied that Mrs. Zabini was already on the move, he would not have dared to appear in the auditorium no matter how thick-skinned he was.
Hold on, look down first.
All this is actually a misunderstanding.
The eldest lady of a certain family is transferring, and it will be over if everyone gets together and breaks up.
But President Malfoy is not easy to do. All the members are clamoring to punish the traitor.
He's hard to do, pretty hard to do.
Not only did he have to appease the hostility from the inside out of the club, but he also had to discuss a solution to the matter with President Wayne.
However, an accident occurred.
On impulse, several members of Black Swan followed and attacked the transfer lady and an unknown female student passing by.
Chairman Wayne exploded on the spot and killed him aggressively.
President Malfoy couldn't argue with his mouth, after all, it was indeed his own people who did it.
After careful consideration, he made an extremely great decision.
People, keep it.
thing, carry it.
Such a moving action naturally moved President Wayne.
But he is also difficult to do.
He was attacked as soon as he transferred, so there will be no newcomers who dare to join in the future.
There's no way, I can only play a good show.
President Wayne turned into a murderous and violent avenger, and President Malfoy could only let his fist hit him.
Perhaps the acting skills of both parties were too realistic, and the cadres of Black Swan couldn't stand it anymore.
They all voluntarily turned into human shields, facing the big iron fist burning with vengeance.
At this point, it can only be a fake show.
It is wrong to attack, and the worst is to double the punishment.
After gently knocking down the four of them, President Wayne left.
And President Malfoy, who seemed to be seriously injured, finally stabilized the members.
"Rita Skeeter sincerely hopes that the two clubs can get along well and that similar misunderstandings and conflicts will no longer occur?"
Blaise almost bit his tongue.
What about "restoring the truth"?
"Damn reporter!" He tore the entire newspaper into shreds and looked fiercely at the Gryffindor table.
Vincent also happened to look over and raised his milk glass in greeting.
This gesture of friendliness appears to have been misinterpreted as taunting.
"Draco, I won't just let it go." Blaise looked away, clenched his fists tightly,
"I will make Wayne kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Not to mention Draco, even Pansy found it almost impossible.
"Do you have any ideas?"
"No, do you have any?"
It is almost possible to save it, it is completely impossible.
Blaise let go of his hand suddenly, "Gwent's price is lower than ours, I'm going to fight him!"
This is not a good idea.
Wizard cards are expensive, almost ten times as expensive as Gwent cards.
Lucius is still counting on blood recovery, so how dare he fight a price war.
"Calm down, he doesn't deserve this from us."
Draco's persuasion had the opposite effect.
Blaise waved his small hand, "I will settle the funds, no matter how much it is, it's not a problem."
Pansy was intimidated by him.
The wealth of the Zabini family was comparable to that of the Malfoy family. Although Draco didn't say it clearly, she knew that Lucius had lost a lot of money.
The Parkinson family has been pulled to do charity not once or twice, and of course they know who is the richest man in the magic world.
"Brace, you must not do this. We don't know exactly how much Wayne's net worth is."
"He still has a deal with the Magic Congress, and the salary is probably not too low."
Bryce's small face didn't waver at all, "No matter how much more you can get, just wait for no one to buy his tattered Gwent card!"
He didn't seem to listen to what Draco and Pansy said, and he still planned to compete for financial resources wishfully.
It's no use persuading me anymore.
"When it starts to make a profit, I plan to buy this nonsense newspaper..."
Both Draco and Pansy chose to listen silently to the bright future described by Blaise.
He bluntly said that he wanted to buy out the shares held by other Hogwarts school managers after a high-intensity public opinion smear, and finally banned the Owl Court forcibly.
"Another crazy one." Marcus who was not far away secretly sneered.
Daphne, who was sitting on the edge of the long table, felt relieved.
Hermione told her about the positioning of the Gwent card, and some preparations before the release.
If it was a price war, she felt that Vincent would most likely hire someone to buy the wizard card.
The selling price is far lower than the cost, and it is absolutely guaranteed to make a profit when you buy it back.
If they were more black-hearted, it would not be impossible to sell them back at a [-]% discount when a large number of wizard cards on the market were out of stock.
It's a pity that Lucius and the others are not stupid, at most they will only let the Zabini mother and son mess around once and a half.
……
……
Diagon Alley South Street, Shop 103.
A blond young man sat on a couch in a dark shop, unhurriedly opening an envelope with a "?" symbol on it.
"Greengrass..."
The upper left corner of the letter was ablaze.
He seemed to feel no pain, and let the flames burn his right hand.
"The secrecy is good, but the power needs to be improved."
The intact right hand snapped its fingers lightly, and the dim shop became brighter.
Cards are suspended under the white ceiling;
There is a large glass cabinet on both sides of the gate, in which there are many cute characters with three heads;
In the middle is a giant metal pool with exquisite patterns;
In the center of the black and white floors on the left and right, there is a "?" symbol of opposite colors;
More than a dozen red sofas are placed opposite each other, and the coffee table in the middle has many card-sized holes.
The young man was sitting on the inner sofa, waving to the table next to the metal pool with a smile on his lips.
He caught the parchment and quill that flew automatically, and wrote down encrypted magic runes one by one.
Signed in the name of Victor D. Bullard,
The recipient is Vida Rozier in France.
After Victor finished writing, he scratched the palm of his right hand, and dripped a Deathly Hallows symbol onto the coffee table in front of him.
He folded the parchment in half and placed it in the center, watching his own blood disappear into the air little by little.
……
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