#755 - Gaunt's Old House (asking for monthly ticket recommendation ticket)

Fudge, thoroughly intimidated by Anduin, nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice. He was now completely obedient to Anduin's every word.

After all, when it came to business, he couldn't even hold a candle to Anduin. Fudge couldn't have imagined that the newly launched MagicNet would generate so much revenue.

Now, he felt that the value of MagicNet was probably far more than the million Galleons Anduin claimed. The Magic Broadcasting Company alone could generate a stable income of around 100,000 Galleons per year.

Of course, Anduin hadn't expected the situation to progress so smoothly. He had to thank Voldemort for his assist.

If that guy hadn't brazenly committed suicide during the public trial, he probably wouldn't have attracted so many onlookers. The promotion and spread of MagicNet would definitely have been much slower than it was now.

This series of coincidences had raised the prestige of the Ministry of Magic and Anduin to a peak, while also allowing MagicNet to spread rapidly with this tailwind.

In the following days, the headlines of wizarding media around the world were dominated by Silver Gleam Trading's MagicNet, including in Britain. Just yesterday, everyone was still immersed in the events surrounding Voldemort's suicide!

Of course, the newspapers also linked MagicNet to Voldemort's death, specifically mentioning that Silver Gleam Trading had a recording of the entire public trial.

As a result, thanks to the repeated promotion by the media and those who had attended the launch event, British wizards quickly learned about the wonders of MagicNet.

So, for a week straight, local wizards flocked to Silver Gleam Trading for various reasons. Not only did they have a large number of customers, but many reporters, merchants, and media outlets contacted Anduin, seeking to cooperate with him.

This spectacle lasted for more than half a month before gradually fading. Anduin was extremely busy during this time, barely finishing his teaching duties at school before rushing back to Diagon Alley to handle business affairs.

Fortunately, after this period of consultation and negotiation, these commercial matters came to an end.

The gains were also quite satisfactory. Not to mention the highly popular communicators, the magic projectors, with the support of the Magic Broadcasting Station, were also favored by wizards.

Now, rooted in the Silver Gleam Magic Broadcasting Station, there were already 5 independent channels.

Among them was the 'Wireless Channel,' originally promised to the Wizard Wireless Radio, which currently mainly broadcasted content from the Wizard Wireless Radio's previous programs.

There was also the 'News Channel,' contracted by local newspapers led by 'The Daily Prophet.' As the name suggested, this channel mainly broadcasted various news content. Several newspapers had recently been heavily recruiting hosts and announcers for this purpose.

At the same time, the 'Quidditch Channel,' organized by the British Quidditch Professional League, had also reached an agreement with Silver Gleam Trading. The content of this channel was quite simple, which was to broadcast the Quidditch League in real-time. For this reason, they purchased a large number of camcorders from Anduin to film the matches.

And there was the 'Comprehensive Channel,' which Anduin reserved for other content. The programs on this channel were currently more mixed, including broadcasting 'Wizard Chess,' 'Exploding Snap,' and other sports events besides Quidditch.

At the same time, it would also broadcast song and dance performances by Silver Gleam Trading's signed artists and groups, etc. It was considered a temporary channel put together. In the future, depending on the situation, it would have to undergo a series of splits, separating out dedicated 'Sports Channels' and 'Entertainment Channels,' but currently, due to content limitations, it could only be lumped together first.

The last channel was more special. It was the 'Goblin Channel,' independently organized by goblins, mainly from Gringotts. The content of this channel was basically all related to goblins.

After their channel was established, Anduin even watched it. Whether it was programs or news, it could be said to be quite bizarre. For example, they actually started a program that specifically taught people how to count money and see who could count money faster.

And the outrageous thing was that this program lasted for two hours. That's watching people count money for two hours! Anduin even suspected that this group of goblins set up such a channel not for entertainment but simply to show off how many Galleons they had.

Originally, Anduin didn't plan to let these non-human creatures set up channels. This wasn't to say that he had racial discrimination. The main reason was that in Britain, the number of these goblins was not that large, and the audience was very narrow. At that time, they might not even receive enough GG fees.

But these tycoons gave too much. They were actually willing to directly use goblin silver, Urim steel, and refined mithril to pay the channel rental fees. Anduin could only hold his nose and accept it.

In addition, many institutions and groups had expressed their desire to open channels, and many of them also showed themselves to be very generous.

But Anduin was very clear that quality was greater than quantity. If whoever was willing to pay could open a channel, it would only lead to a large number of low-quality channels and programs.

Only by strictly controlling the quality can the preciousness of these channels be reflected, thereby increasing market influence.

At the same time, some groups' ideas for opening channels were not pure. Like some pure-blood families, the channels they created were nothing more than wanting to promote pure-blood supremacy. Anduin naturally couldn't agree to that.

These channels, once launched, were immediately praised by various wizarding communities. For them, being able to see with their own eyes and hear with their own ears those news, Quidditch matches, and entertainment programs was quite novel.

You must know that in this era, even the Muggle world has not fully popularized televisions, let alone the functional gap between them is quite disparate.

Therefore, even many half-blood or Muggle wizards living in Muggle communities loved these products very much. In almost half a month, magic projectors had been popularized in more than 50% of wizarding families. It was expected that within half a year, more than 90% of families would regard them as necessities.

At the same time, due to the popularity of the broadcasting station, it also attracted a large number of outstanding entertainment groups, including the Weird Sisters, the Wailing Widdershins, and other wizarding bands, as well as various circus troupes, circuses, etc. that had come to hear the news. Anduin had never even heard of many of them before.

For this reason, he even planned to create an entertainment program similar to a super talent show in advance. At that time, maybe he could create several traffic stars, and at that time, he might be able to make another wave of money.

But all this had to be considered carefully, including the dungeon project, which had to continue testing.

And recently, Anduin was not in the mood to stay in the Silver Gleam Trading headquarters. This was mainly because of Vivian. Since the Magic Broadcasting Station started broadcasting, she had always wanted to create a dedicated mahjong channel.

For this reason, Vivian was almost annoying Anduin to death, chattering in his ear almost every day, which made him feel frightened every time he returned to Diagon Alley.

"Bang!"

After a loud noise, the door of Anduin's office was once again rudely kicked open by Vivian.

"Anduin!" Vivian, with a toothpick in her mouth, glared at her boss, "Look what you've done? Even those goblins can have their own independent channels, why can't my mahjong club? And not only is there no independent channel, but mahjong content can't even be added to the comprehensive channel that Wizard Chess can join? Are you targeting me?"

"Wizard Chess is an international project after all, which is somewhat different from mahjong. I advise you to save it," Anduin shook his head speechlessly. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking? You're so enthusiastic about mahjong, you just want to make money by gambling and being the house. I recently heard from Qi Qi that you're privately opening bets in the mahjong club, predicting the win or loss of Quidditch matches. Isn't that group gambling?"

Anduin found that Vivian didn't know how to learn good things. Every day, she was either studying playing cards or betting on football. He was a little afraid of her.

"Isn't that because the members asked me to do it?" Vivian curled her lips a little guiltily. "After all, where there is demand, there is supply. Haven't you always said that? And if it weren't for the popularity of the Quidditch Channel, so many people wouldn't be joining in the fun. What's the difference between that and the blind boxes you made? You don't know, I've made several thousand Galleons just by opening bets recently."

"It's because you always mess around like this that the second floor of the headquarters is so smoky," Anduin sighed helplessly. "If you continue like this, someone will definitely complain, and the Ministry of Magic won't allow this kind of private gambling!"

"Then you think of a way to formalize it!" Vivian didn't have any intention of repenting, but instead persuaded Anduin, "Even if I don't do it, others will be the house. I can control it a little bit more here."

Then Vivian looked at Anduin with a bad expression, "And the dungeon you made seems to have this aspect of thinking, right? I saw that there were gambling projects in the plan. Do you want to eat alone and then dump me?"

Anduin heard the words and avoided his eyes a little guiltily, "In short, the gambling you are doing now is an illegal gambling game that has not been approved by the Ministry of Magic. I advise you to close it quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you if something happens."

"Humph! Don't change the subject with me," Vivian still refused to give up, "According to you, as long as it is allowed by the Ministry of Magic, you can conduct legal gambling, right? Have you already had this plan? Are you and that fat Fudge plotting something again?"

"Cough cough, it's getting late, I have important things to deal with, you hurry up and do your job, anyway, don't forget my warning."

After Anduin casually perfunctory a sentence, he apparated and disappeared from the seat with a swoosh, leaving Vivian with an angry face.

The next moment, Anduin reappeared in a remote wilderness. He was really a little afraid of Vivian, whose sense of smell was as sensitive as a hawk. Now he could only use slipping away to get rid of her harassment.

Shaking his head helplessly, Anduin looked up and looked around. What he said to Vivian before that he had an urgent matter was not entirely perfunctory.

This was a suburb 4-5 miles from Little Hangleton, and it was also where he had learned that the Gaunt family's old house was located.

After finishing those tricky official duties in Silver Gleam Trading, he could finally take the time to find the Resurrection Stone that Voldemort said.

After the detection of the 'Echo Curse', Anduin soon found a half-hidden house in the tangled bushes between two steep hills.

The walls of this house were covered with moss, and the tiles on the roof were scattered, clearly revealing the rafters inside here or there.

At the same time, the house was surrounded by dense nettles, which were as high as the windows. The windows were very small and covered with thick layers of old dirt. A dead snake in the shape of an S was nailed to the door of the hut, which symbolized the Slytherin pure bloodline.

After seeing the destination, Anduin carefully pushed open the door. After looking around, he found that the house had three very small rooms. The middle hall served as a kitchen and living room, and the whole looked dirty and filthy.

"It seems that the Gaunt family didn't live well in their later years. It is obvious that the pure-blood family residence is so shabby."

Anduin shook his head mockingly, and then launched his perception ability to carefully search the house. In his opinion, Voldemort would definitely find a secret and difficult place to find the treasure. Maybe there were mechanisms or magic in this room.

But soon Anduin was disappointed.

This was not to say that he had no harvest, after all, he had long been prepared to search here for a long time.

What disappointed him was that Anduin didn't spend much effort, and found a ring in a wall gap.

And because the process of finding it was too simple, Anduin once suspected that he had been deceived by Voldemort. How could anyone hide the Deathly Hallows so casually.

However, after perceiving the faint magic power emanating from the rhomboid stone on the ring, Anduin knew that he should have found the main thing.

Because the magic power constantly sprinkled on the ring was very shallow but exceptionally persistent, and at the same time, the nature of this magic power was very special, so that Anduin, the alchemy master, could not judge its use.

Thinking of this, Anduin's mouth slightly raised, obviously he did not expect to find this holy weapon so easily.

But at this time, he did not pick it up immediately, but carefully cast various monitoring spells to explore whether there were traps hidden on the ring.

Anduin, who has always been cautious, would not rashly touch the items of a dark wizard.

Sure enough, after inspection, Anduin soon found that the ring was attached with an extremely hidden and very powerful curse.

"This old thing Voldemort shouldn't be hoping to rely on this curse to trick me, so he was reluctant to commit suicide?" Anduin sneered and ridiculed, and then took out a magic box and carefully put the ring in it.

In order to ensure that the ring itself was not damaged, Anduin did not intend to use too rough methods to remove the curse on it, after all, he had never seen the Resurrection Stone before, and no one knew whether it would be damaged.