Chapter 513 The Master's Wonderful Expression
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Sunday morning,
Vincent came to the main store of Gwent in Diagon Alley dressed in black.
There are still a few people behind him, all friends who have gone through a simple disguise.
"Wayne, you have to give me a raise!" Sam panted and brought the last person over.
"Okay, let's go up by 1 nat."
He cursed and picked up a big water glass and drank it all in a "ton ton",
"You are the boss, you have the final say."
"Send it back and give you 1 nat."
"Damn capitalist!"
Regarding the behavior of harboring wanted criminals from the Magic Congress, the friends don't have much opinion.
Because except for the twins, all of them have been to Japan for vacation.
Sam, an unreliable Auror, might have done something outrageous again.
"No way, he felt that he was too busy with work, so he fled to my house to be lazy."
As soon as Vincent finished speaking, even Fred and George looked down on him.
"Er—do you know how perverted Director Graves is?"
Simple Neville shook his head.
"I tried to get rid of 3 Furakans in one day."
"You took those things back and ran away? Is there still time for missions?"
Sam, who was ruthlessly pierced by Vincent, was neither blushing nor out of breath.
"What do you know, I foresaw this scene in advance."
Even Neville didn't believe that.
"Ahem——Anyway, I saw that Wayne was short of people, so I kindly came here to be the acting store manager."
"Oh."
"In a short time, I will go back to the Magic Council and continue to be an Auror."
"Oh."
Sam gave up.
His popular image has been irreparable.
Vincent opened the curtains on the second floor, "Tsk tsk—there are quite a lot of people."
Fred and George crowded beside him,
"Oh, they were all invited here by spending Galleons, right?"
"It shouldn't be." He pushed the two of them away,
"Can't you go to the next window?"
"Of course - no way~"
"This position has the best angle, and you can see the expressions of the gentlemen clearly."
It is indeed a good location, just facing the gate.
Hermione cautiously opened the other curtain,
"Many people have already started drawing cards. Are you sure Professor Dumbledore will appear at this time?"
Vincent squeezed Fred and George's big faces away again,
"If I were him, the shop would be closed now."
Efficiency is key.
But after all, I am old, so let me be a little more considerate.
The waiting time was not long.
From the south side of Diagon Alley came a group of Aurors in brown jackets.
Fudge and Dumbledore walked in the front, and their faces were not very good-looking.
Of course, there is also a certain senior secretary in pink.
"Kakaka——" James perfectly recorded the changes in the expressions of the old men.
……
……
Crossing the way the crowd made way, Fudge stood in front of the Black Swan Wizard's house of cards, heartbroken.
He didn't want to come here at first, but he couldn't completely ignore the reports from home and abroad.
If it is in China, it can only be regarded as a general fraud at best.
Just pay a fine and push a few scapegoats to solve it.
But, he was the former president of the International Federation of Wizards, Roinston Edwind.
Forget it, Millicent Bagnor, the former Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, asked him for tea yesterday.
If you don't act, is it the Wizengamot's turn?
Fudge hoped that the major incidents would be reduced to minor ones.
It's a pity that the reality does not allow it. There are already many reporters with foreign faces around.
The natives, especially Rita, who was extremely excited, seemed to rush in ahead of them at any moment.
Damn Dumbledore!
He didn't intend to protect anyone, so couldn't he say hello in advance?
even a hint...
Well, it seems that when Dumbledore briefly reported the situation in Japan at the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore had hinted before leaving.
"Ho ho—" Fudge looked coldly at Lucius, who was a little flustered in front of him.
It's all the bastard's fault!
One cannot...at least one should not scam other people's hard-earned wealth.
"Minister Fudge, what happened?"
"Luciu—no, Mr. Malfoy, we've received a lot of reports."
Umbridge unfolded a search warrant stamped by the Ministry of Magic,
"I hope you will cooperate with our Ministry of Magic's investigation.
Please rest assured that we will enforce the law impartially and resolutely never wrong a good person. "
Her piercing voice was so penetrating that it directly made the children through the glass window get goosebumps all over their bodies.
Sam is no exception, "dammit!
This pink ****?Almost made my breakfast this morning sick. "
When he said that, even Neville felt a little sick to his stomach.
"Senior Secretary to the Ministry of Magic, Dolores Jane Umbridge."
"Jane?" Hermione shook her small body.
"What's the matter?" Vincent turned around and found that there were crowds of people behind him.
She hugged her shoulders and said with a cold face: "My middle name is also Jane."
Fred and George stepped aside quickly,
"Merlin's pink toad, don't infect us with her disgust."
Hermione rolled her eyes at them both, "I'll take this good position."
She stepped forward and pushed Vincent aside, and together with Daphne occupied the best position from this angle.
"No!" The annoyed twins could only squeeze behind Cedric.
When they looked over again, the Aurors had already entered the black swan wizard card house.
All the reporters were blocked outside, only the cameras in their hands kept taking pictures.
The Aurors disassembled the huge card pool embellished with a lot of gems, and sorted and stacked the wizard cards one by one.
The gentlemen were all sullen.
There are a few of them that haven't been released yet.
Regret is useless, the important thing is how to solve the problem.
Lucius gave old Parkinson a wink, the latter took a deep breath, and then suddenly slapped his forehead hard,
"Merlin—there seems to be a few cards missing in the factory!"
Angry old Flint in the sheep's suit pulled up his collar,
"Bastard! You old guy is in charge of the factory!
Has it already been printed, and you want to secretly sell it at a high price after a while! "
"No, I really forgot." Old Parkinson had just finished speaking when he received a big fist on the face.
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle quickly helped him up when he fell to the ground,
"Frantz, Argos has a bad memory, and it is understandable for him to forget."
"Hmph—" Old Flint, who was stared at by the Aurors, let go of his fist.
What a trick!
Dumbledore kept smiling the whole time, as if he wanted to give them some applause and encouragement.
Lucius bit the bullet and looked at Fudge full of doubts,
"Minister Fudge, this is just a small accident, we will rectify it as soon as possible."
Fudge waved the Aurors on to continue their search.
Umbridge wisely stepped forward and stood between the two,
"Mr. Malfoy, we are not here to investigate whether the probability of the wizard card is in line with the propaganda."
Her sharp voice sounded a little more pleasing to the ear, "We are here to investigate how valuable its workmanship and materials are."
The recycling price of a set of cards is 50 Galleons, how much profit can be made after removing the cost?
What is it that supports the value?
It was this that Roinston Edwind questioned.
Millicent Bagnor vaguely mentioned the revelation of a hoax that only appeared in the Daily Prophet and disappeared without a trace in less than half an hour.
If it is really an illusory bubble, what will be left after it bursts?
……
……
Vincent came to the main store of Gwent in Diagon Alley dressed in black.
There are still a few people behind him, all friends who have gone through a simple disguise.
"Wayne, you have to give me a raise!" Sam panted and brought the last person over.
"Okay, let's go up by 1 nat."
He cursed and picked up a big water glass and drank it all in a "ton ton",
"You are the boss, you have the final say."
"Send it back and give you 1 nat."
"Damn capitalist!"
Regarding the behavior of harboring wanted criminals from the Magic Congress, the friends don't have much opinion.
Because except for the twins, all of them have been to Japan for vacation.
Sam, an unreliable Auror, might have done something outrageous again.
"No way, he felt that he was too busy with work, so he fled to my house to be lazy."
As soon as Vincent finished speaking, even Fred and George looked down on him.
"Er—do you know how perverted Director Graves is?"
Simple Neville shook his head.
"I tried to get rid of 3 Furakans in one day."
"You took those things back and ran away? Is there still time for missions?"
Sam, who was ruthlessly pierced by Vincent, was neither blushing nor out of breath.
"What do you know, I foresaw this scene in advance."
Even Neville didn't believe that.
"Ahem——Anyway, I saw that Wayne was short of people, so I kindly came here to be the acting store manager."
"Oh."
"In a short time, I will go back to the Magic Council and continue to be an Auror."
"Oh."
Sam gave up.
His popular image has been irreparable.
Vincent opened the curtains on the second floor, "Tsk tsk—there are quite a lot of people."
Fred and George crowded beside him,
"Oh, they were all invited here by spending Galleons, right?"
"It shouldn't be." He pushed the two of them away,
"Can't you go to the next window?"
"Of course - no way~"
"This position has the best angle, and you can see the expressions of the gentlemen clearly."
It is indeed a good location, just facing the gate.
Hermione cautiously opened the other curtain,
"Many people have already started drawing cards. Are you sure Professor Dumbledore will appear at this time?"
Vincent squeezed Fred and George's big faces away again,
"If I were him, the shop would be closed now."
Efficiency is key.
But after all, I am old, so let me be a little more considerate.
The waiting time was not long.
From the south side of Diagon Alley came a group of Aurors in brown jackets.
Fudge and Dumbledore walked in the front, and their faces were not very good-looking.
Of course, there is also a certain senior secretary in pink.
"Kakaka——" James perfectly recorded the changes in the expressions of the old men.
……
……
Crossing the way the crowd made way, Fudge stood in front of the Black Swan Wizard's house of cards, heartbroken.
He didn't want to come here at first, but he couldn't completely ignore the reports from home and abroad.
If it is in China, it can only be regarded as a general fraud at best.
Just pay a fine and push a few scapegoats to solve it.
But, he was the former president of the International Federation of Wizards, Roinston Edwind.
Forget it, Millicent Bagnor, the former Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, asked him for tea yesterday.
If you don't act, is it the Wizengamot's turn?
Fudge hoped that the major incidents would be reduced to minor ones.
It's a pity that the reality does not allow it. There are already many reporters with foreign faces around.
The natives, especially Rita, who was extremely excited, seemed to rush in ahead of them at any moment.
Damn Dumbledore!
He didn't intend to protect anyone, so couldn't he say hello in advance?
even a hint...
Well, it seems that when Dumbledore briefly reported the situation in Japan at the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore had hinted before leaving.
"Ho ho—" Fudge looked coldly at Lucius, who was a little flustered in front of him.
It's all the bastard's fault!
One cannot...at least one should not scam other people's hard-earned wealth.
"Minister Fudge, what happened?"
"Luciu—no, Mr. Malfoy, we've received a lot of reports."
Umbridge unfolded a search warrant stamped by the Ministry of Magic,
"I hope you will cooperate with our Ministry of Magic's investigation.
Please rest assured that we will enforce the law impartially and resolutely never wrong a good person. "
Her piercing voice was so penetrating that it directly made the children through the glass window get goosebumps all over their bodies.
Sam is no exception, "dammit!
This pink ****?Almost made my breakfast this morning sick. "
When he said that, even Neville felt a little sick to his stomach.
"Senior Secretary to the Ministry of Magic, Dolores Jane Umbridge."
"Jane?" Hermione shook her small body.
"What's the matter?" Vincent turned around and found that there were crowds of people behind him.
She hugged her shoulders and said with a cold face: "My middle name is also Jane."
Fred and George stepped aside quickly,
"Merlin's pink toad, don't infect us with her disgust."
Hermione rolled her eyes at them both, "I'll take this good position."
She stepped forward and pushed Vincent aside, and together with Daphne occupied the best position from this angle.
"No!" The annoyed twins could only squeeze behind Cedric.
When they looked over again, the Aurors had already entered the black swan wizard card house.
All the reporters were blocked outside, only the cameras in their hands kept taking pictures.
The Aurors disassembled the huge card pool embellished with a lot of gems, and sorted and stacked the wizard cards one by one.
The gentlemen were all sullen.
There are a few of them that haven't been released yet.
Regret is useless, the important thing is how to solve the problem.
Lucius gave old Parkinson a wink, the latter took a deep breath, and then suddenly slapped his forehead hard,
"Merlin—there seems to be a few cards missing in the factory!"
Angry old Flint in the sheep's suit pulled up his collar,
"Bastard! You old guy is in charge of the factory!
Has it already been printed, and you want to secretly sell it at a high price after a while! "
"No, I really forgot." Old Parkinson had just finished speaking when he received a big fist on the face.
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle quickly helped him up when he fell to the ground,
"Frantz, Argos has a bad memory, and it is understandable for him to forget."
"Hmph—" Old Flint, who was stared at by the Aurors, let go of his fist.
What a trick!
Dumbledore kept smiling the whole time, as if he wanted to give them some applause and encouragement.
Lucius bit the bullet and looked at Fudge full of doubts,
"Minister Fudge, this is just a small accident, we will rectify it as soon as possible."
Fudge waved the Aurors on to continue their search.
Umbridge wisely stepped forward and stood between the two,
"Mr. Malfoy, we are not here to investigate whether the probability of the wizard card is in line with the propaganda."
Her sharp voice sounded a little more pleasing to the ear, "We are here to investigate how valuable its workmanship and materials are."
The recycling price of a set of cards is 50 Galleons, how much profit can be made after removing the cost?
What is it that supports the value?
It was this that Roinston Edwind questioned.
Millicent Bagnor vaguely mentioned the revelation of a hoax that only appeared in the Daily Prophet and disappeared without a trace in less than half an hour.
If it is really an illusory bubble, what will be left after it bursts?
……
……
