There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 49 It's all about money

Every family has its cupboard.

Everyone has secrets that cannot be mentioned.

Speak out, you will die!

The first few levels were mainly about fighting, and everyone came to kill melons and vegetables.

Rockstar wanted to drink Veritaserum, and everyone was silent.

"Sir, what should I do? According to what you said, if you stay here for a long time, you will be discovered by Hogwarts tomorrow!" Tom was a little anxious.

"Don't panic, I'm a member of the Hogwarts board of directors. Although I haven't been involved in the past few years, my identity is here." Lucius looked up at the ceiling: "If I was really caught, I would jump out and fight back to assist Hogwarts. Gwartz suppresses the Dark Wizard!"

Tom sighed, what happened to the world?
The evil dark wizard has stolen the high position. When I am resurrected to take Hogwarts and become the headmaster, I will definitely dissolve the board of directors.

No one can tell me what to do at Hogwarts!

The students didn't panic either.

After drinking veritaserum, [-]% of the secrets were leaked, and the black wizard had to be taken down.

If you don't drink Veritaserum, you will be caught tomorrow by the professor trying to catch the black wizard.

Since the result is the same, then of course not to drink if you can.

It's not a drink. No one wants to put this kind of thing in their stomach.

Everyone else is not in a hurry, only Quirrell is panicked to death.

"Master, we can't go on like this!" Quirrell said anxiously, "If we delay until tomorrow, we will be finished!"

"Of course I know!" Voldemort roared. "They dare not drink Veritaserum because they have a secret they dare not reveal. You sign an unbreakable oath with them and swear that you will never reveal it."

Quirrell said according to Voldemort's instructions, but still no one paid attention to him.

Unbreakable vows are good for nothing.

You know our secret, what if you kill us and don't take us to Voldemort?
"Are you really not afraid of death!"

Quirrell's eyes were red, and he pleaded in front of Mark: "Leader, if we don't think of a way, we are dead."

Mark nodded.

"Actually, there is a way."

Quirrell was overjoyed.

"But I have a problem." Mark said, "You know, it's not easy for us to mix in the circle of dark wizards. We get up earlier than chickens and sleep later than dogs."

"Lucking up during the day and going out at night, the work and rest are reversed, the risk is extremely high, and it is not welcome."

"The most important thing is to make less money!"

Quirrell didn't feel anything, and Lucius took it for granted.

Back then, there were two main components of the Death Eaters group, one was pure blood seeking change, and the other was dark wizards who were poor enough to die and hoped to get rich.

The social class in the magic world has long been solidified, and it is too difficult to make money.

Like the Weasley family, as one of the holy 28 purebloods, what kind of life do they live?
Gunter and other holy purebloods are about to become extinct!
The purebloods supported Voldemort because Voldemort was fighting against half-bloods and Muggle wizards.

They want less work and more work, work hard and honestly, and take away the job opportunities that originally belonged to the purebloods!
Poor purebloods need jobs, and rich purebloods want social status, and there are only a few positions, and there are many people competing for them, and the chances of grabbing them are slim.

The purebloods' solution to the problem is simple.

I don't need to improve myself, as long as I solve the half-bloods and Muggle wizards, then the position is mine!
And the black wizard is even more miserable. Who wants to be a black wizard by nature?

It's all because the wizarding world is too busy!
The black wizards were forced to have no choice but to often organize zero-yuan purchases.

"So..." Mark rubbed his hands: "What is the unimaginable reward that the Dark Lord said?"

Ah this.

Quirrell hesitated, I am not the Dark Lord, how would I know.

"Is there even a need to ask?" Voldemort hated iron and steel: "Under one person, above ten thousand!"

Quirrell: "..."

This position is mine!
It’s okay to have one or two with the same status as me. There will be at least dozens of people present, and there will be more leaders than employees. How do we work?

There will be big problems!

"The most urgent task now is not to discuss the future status, but to get the Philosopher's Stone to revive me." Voldemort sighed: "Stay them first, and wait for my resurrection to talk about anything."

Quirrell suddenly realized.

That’s right, when the Dark Lord is resurrected, he sweeps the caves, and creates the magic world, then the Dark Lord will do what he says, and whoever dares to object will say that person is an undercover agent sent by the White Wizard, and get rid of him!

"Special commissioner, aren't you making a big deal?" Mark frowned: "We are short-sighted and can't see the future, can you give us something practical?"

actual?What is practical?
"Garon, Garen, Garen, anything like that is fine." Mark said, "Brothers are dying of poverty, and they are motivated when they have money."

"Don't talk about Veritaserum, even if it is a deadly poison, brothers are not afraid!"

Quirrell frowned with veins, I still want Garen!

"Don't panic, promise him!" Voldemort said softly: "When I am resurrected, everything can be reversed."

If the boss says yes, then agree, what can Quirrell do?

"It's not that I can't trust the commissioner, but the rules of the world." Mark took out his wand: "Let's make an unbreakable oath."

An unbreakable vow, once made, cannot be broken.

If you repent, you will die.

Quirrell is confused, can he not stand?
"No, you also know that our black wizards talk like farts, what if you don't admit it?"

"If I don't admit it, the black wizards present will fight together!" Quirrell solemnly swore.

Swear, promise nothing.

When the Dark Lord is resurrected, who dares to bully me!
But the powerful oath made by magic, the Dark Lord can't help it.

"Oh."

Mark looked up at the surrounding walls, white, smooth, white, delicate, so beautiful.

"Swear to him." Voldemort sighed, "It's just a little Galleon, something outside of him."

"When I am resurrected, do you want anything?"

Let it go, the master's order has to be obeyed.

Under the witness of Lucius, Mark and Quirrell made an unbreakable oath.

The content of the oath is very simple, Mark is responsible for finding a way to pass Libra, and after leaving the zodiac sign, Quirrell must give Mark five thousand Galleons.

Quirrell's monthly salary is only tens of Galleons!
"Can you drink Veritaserum now?" Quirrell's face was very ugly, and he had to get the five thousand Galleons.

What the hell, I worked so hard to come to work, but I didn't get a single nat of salary, so I lost five thousand Galleons.

Mark smiled, Hogwarts needs to spend a lot of money every year, and now he has cheated five thousand Galleons, which is not a loss.

"Of course, now, immediately, immediately!"

The young wizards all backed away, and no one wanted to drink Veritaserum.

Mark didn't need them either, so he reached out his hand from his bosom and took out a few Cornish elves.

And then don't talk about human rights...throw them in the pot without talking about elf rights.

Gulp, gulp, veritaserum drops visible to the naked eye.

Mark took the key and opened the door to Scorpio.

Quirrell can't take it anymore, how many elves want me to have five thousand Galleons?

"The little elf dares to drink Veritaserum, do you dare?"

Quirrell dared not.

He clenched his fists.

Bear with it, bear with it.

Once the Philosopher's Stone is obtained and the master retrieves the real body of the Dark Lord, the situation will be better!

At that time, you have your life to take the money, but you have no life to spend it!

(End of this chapter)