Hogwarts' new house

Gu Zhen quietly waited for news from Lu Ping in the study.

The funnel on the desk had been turned upside down three times. Luping hadn't come back yet, but three owls rushed into the study room in the ancient town. Stopping on the table arrogantly.

A bureaucratic owl.

The Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic writes to:

Dear Mr. Guzhen, our company has learned that Mr. Remus Lupine abused evil magic to attack the senior deputy minister and assistant of the Ministry of Magic while he was working in your office. The evidence is conclusive. He has been arrested by our company's Aurors and is scheduled to be released on September 9st. The trial will be closed for two Sundays. Mr. Gu Zhen is now invited to attend the hearing and correct Lu Ping's bad deeds.

Ministry of Magic Legal Enforcement Division, Amelia Bones

Gu Zhen slapped the letter on the table, gritted his teeth, sneered at the letter, and opened the second letter.

The Ministry of Magic’s Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and the Werewolf Control Authority send a letter to:

Dear Mr. Guzhen, the Ministry of Magic has registered a case where the werewolf Remus Lupine attacked the senior deputy minister and assistant of the Ministry of Magic. We need your assistance in the investigation. Our department needs to determine whether the werewolf attacked human Muggles and wizards while working in your office. If you are used to it, please provide specific evidence. Our bureau may determine whether the werewolf is a social hazard based on the evidence you provide. to determine the subsequent trial.

Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Ministry of Magic, Werewolf Control

Guzhen chuckled and put the letter in the trash can.

There are so many illegal and taboo things in the magical world that the Ministry of Magic can't control them even if they want to. However, if something happens here, Lupine will be arrested immediately.

You said that the Ministry of Magic did not monitor Wintervale, and you let Fenrir Greyback go without arresting him. You did not clean up Knockturn Alley, but you targeted the few good werewolves here.

Very good

Gu Zhen curled his lips and looked at the third letter.

Dear heir of Donggu, Mr. Guzhen:

Hello

Sorry to bother you so late, but I just got some very bad news. You actually accepted a cruel and murderous werewolf as an employee. I think you, who are from the East, may have misunderstood and wonderful fantasies about werewolves in the West, but History has proven that werewolves are not trustworthy.

By the way, I guess that despicable werewolf, after attacking Ms. Umbridge, will secretly hide them in a corner of Winter Valley. Can you help me find them?

They are special agents sent to Wintervale by the Ministry of Magic.

If you are having any difficulty finding poor Ms. Umbridge, for example after twenty-four hours, I think I might be able to send a Ministry of Magic Auror to look for her personally.

What do you think

Current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge

Gu Zhen took a deep breath, looked at the three letters and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

"I, am I easy to bully?" Guzhen looked at Rita Skeeter.

Rita, who was sitting uneasily in her chair, was immediately confused by the question. She knew the three cat heads. In order to prevent being hunted, the owls of the Ministry of Magic were specially trained and had special markings.

Is it possible that the kidnapping of the Ministry of Magic official by this young man is true?

It made Rita Skeeter shudder.

"Has today's Daily Prophet been delivered?"

Rita Skeeter nodded. By this time, more than half of tomorrow's newspapers had been printed.

"Help me make appointments with all the reporters you can find. Donggu is going to hold a press conference.

In addition, as long as you can get tomorrow's Daily Prophet to delay its publication, not only will you no longer have to worry about illegal Animagus, I will let you dominate the press for the next ten years, even if you want to own your own newspaper. , it’s not impossible.”

Rita Skeeter suddenly had trouble breathing. A reporter like her didn't care much about gold galleons, but she had an almost addictive obsession with "news" and dominated the news world by her own newspaper.

Rita Skeeter bit her lip, lowered her head and pondered for a while, then suddenly raised her head and said: "Does the Daily Prophet need to publish specific content tomorrow? If it violates the laws of the Ministry of Magic, I can't do it. If it doesn't violate it, I need five thousand Galleons."

Gu Zhen snapped his fingers, and the sheepskin contract held a fist-sized canvas bag in front of her. Guzhen didn't look at the money bag that had been casted with the Traceless Strict God Curse, but he knew that there were five thousand gold galleons in it, not a penny less.

"Prepare at least five messenger owls for me."

"Carter" Guzhen called.

The house elf immediately appeared in the corner of the study and pointed out the window, where at least twenty owls were circling back and forth, waiting to deliver the message.

Rita Skeeter nodded, quickly wrote a letter, tied it with five thousand gold galleons to the foot of a reliable-looking owl, and whispered to it: "Send to the Daily Prophet in London. , President’s Office.”

The owl lowered its head and flew away.

Guzhen exited the study, giving up the entire room to Rita Skeeter.

Let professionals handle professional matters. Guzhen knows his own worth. If he had the ability, he would not be a poor man in his last life.

It's the same in this life, but with a starting point that ordinary people can't reach in ten lifetimes.

Guzhen has no intention of intervening in many things. As long as he is responsible for finding professionals, and then providing enough funds and trust, Guzhen firmly believes that this will be enough to make a career.

Previously, the ancient town only wanted to use public opinion to get rid of Umbridge and settle the inheritance tax. But the Ministry of Magic doesn't seem to think so, and some people seem to be convinced.

Guzhen didn't know who it was, and there was no need to know. But Guzhen knows that as long as the entire Ministry of Magic is put on the stove, no matter who he is, he will be unable to eat and walk around.

After thinking about it, Guzhen wrote another sincere letter to Fudge:

"If Lupine cannot appear in front of me intact within two hours, you will bear the consequences."

Then two hours passed quietly, and Lu Ping did not come back. Instead, there were noisy sounds from the temporary entrance to Winter Valley. A group of reporters with cameras, quills and shorthand paper beside them were wandering curiously outside Winter Valley. .

"Toad, open the mouth of the valley and welcome the reporters in."

The hole, which was two feet wide and one person high, was suddenly opened, allowing two horses and carriages to drive abreast without any problem.

The reporters filed in and were welcomed into the restaurant by Guzhen with a smile.

Perhaps it was the style of a thousand years ago. The ancient town found that neither Hogwarts nor Wintervale Castle had a dedicated meeting venue. There was an auditorium, but unfortunately the layout there was not suitable for gatherings.

There is an exquisite lecture table at the brow of the restaurant, and Gu Zhen stands on the table with a stool.

A ten-year-old boy suddenly stood on the rostrum, and there were surprised voices among the reporters.

Rita wrote to say that there will be big news that will shock the magical world. A young wizard has inherited the legendary Winter Vale. It is indeed a big news.

Gu Zhen curled his lips, he looked really bad now. He doesn't look like he can start a career at all.

He gently knocked on the small copper bell on the lecture table. The ringing sound of the bell reverberated throughout the restaurant, but the reporters did not quiet down, but instead became even more noisy.

"Thousands of years ago, people always liked to ring such bells before giving speeches to attract attention. Unfortunately, it was counterproductive in most cases, because in that era, lords would only assemble when they wanted to announce new laws or taxes. At that time, as long as the lead bell rang, there would be strong shouts from the audience, deliberately causing trouble."

"Habits from thousands of years ago, this is indeed the winter valley that has been sealed for thousands of years."

Ancient town, black line on forehead.

Well, the ringing bell will only have the opposite effect. In that case

He snapped his fingers, and the sheepskin contract was in tune. He picked up a leather bag and swung it into a round shape, then waved at the platform.

There was a crisp sound of "Ding Ling Dang Cang", a golden light, and two to three hundred gold galleons were sprinkled among the reporters.

The noisy voices fell silent for a moment, and the reporters were momentarily stunned.

Under what circumstances do you throw money away if you don't agree with me?

Guzhen smiled, it turns out that money is omnipotent. Look, everything is quiet now.

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