Hogwarts' new house

"Of course, of course" Guzhen held up a letter, the paper was a little wrinkled: "Mr. Minister quickly replied with a letter, advising me that I should not squander Mr. Foster's inheritance in this way. It is indeed true. After all, Foster and Howard Everyone has heard about the relationship between the four founders of Gewoz.”

"Well, for this reason, Dumbledore also issued a book of duel to me."

The hearing group burst into laughter. The duel between Hogwarts and the heir of Wintervale has been a fairy tale that has been passed down for thousands of years. Unfortunately, the heir of Wintervale was unlucky and met the greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts.

Guzhen shrugged: "Just when I made up my mind to open a brand new magic academy, I received a tax reminder letter from the Ministry of Magic."

"The Ministry of Magic wants me to inherit Wintervale and pay the due taxes."

The trial court was silent for a moment, and then broke out into an uproar: "Impossible"

"You lied. The Ministry of Magic never said anything about inheritance tax."

"Private property cannot be desecrated. Wizards will never allow inheritance tax to exist. That is Muggle law."

Fudge's face trembled, and he looked at Guzhen, his voice a little unnatural: "Mr. Guzhen, this is the trial court. You must be responsible for your speech and present conclusive evidence."

Guzhen raised his hand high and waved a letter in his hand.

The envelope is solemn and exquisite, and the dazzling gilt capital letters are the unique mark of the Ministry of Magic. It contains special magic and no one can forge it.

"Although this letter is enchanted, I am the heir of Wintervale who declared war on Hogwarts and Dumbledore. Do you think Wintervale can't even solve this curse?" Guzhen looked at Fudge, At the same time, he handed the letter to Gsilda Marchiban. The old lady made people feel trustful just by looking at it.

Marchban put on his single-lens reading glasses and read the letter carefully. After just one glance, his expression suddenly changed, and he stared directly at Fudge: "Mr. Minister, I think Wizengamot needs an explanation. You should Understand that the legislative power of the Ministry of Magic lies with the Wizengamot, not the Minister's Office."

Fudge looked troubled, his lips moved, and he said without confidence: "This is the trial of Remus Lupin and the heir of Winter Valley. We should discuss other matters separately."

The letter has been circulated through the hands of Wizengamot members, passed to the hands of Ministry of Magic officials, and finally landed on Fudge's trial bench.

Fudge looked at the letter, and his originally troubled expression turned into shock. He looked at the letter and then at the ancient town.

"There's no way I've never signed a letter like this"

"I only agree with Proposition 55. It's about taxes, not laws. This is within my authority."

He looked at Guzhen fiercely: "You tampered with the letter from the Ministry of Magic. You attacked the special commissioner of the Ministry of Magic and then tampered with the letter privately in order to avoid punishment."

Everyone looked at Guzhen, Guzhen Guzhen smiled, 55, 55 is ten times the difference, this minister has much less control over the Ministry of Magic, but he has no interest in the Ministry of Magic's tricks.

"The letter is in your hand. You can't tell whether it has been tampered with or not." Gu Zhen looked at Toad.

Toad nodded: "Understood"

Fudge suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Toad snapped his fingers. The scenery in front of everyone changed instantly. This was outside Winter Vale Castle, and it was the scene when Umbridge and the two special commissioners first entered Winter Vale.

Umbridge stared with toad eyes, stroking everywhere like a thief and murmuring, "I want to give advice to the Minister. I must advise the Ministry of Magic to ask for half of the castle and half of Wintervale if they don't want Galleons."

"Mountains, water, forests, castles, galleons"

"Such an inheritance should be taxed 80%. It's 85%. The minister is too kind and only accepted 55%."

And then there's Umbridge's disgusting greed.

"Where is your guardian, little wizard?"

"How can the little wizard not have a guardian?" Umbridge muttered dully: "I have no children, he has no guardian, he has a winter valley and I have no children."

Everyone knows the heart of Sima Zhao.

Then Toad threw them out of Winter Vale with a snap of his fingers, and then there was the scene of Umbridge violently breaking through the gray stone of Winter Vale.

Everything is connected.

The entire court fell silent.

For Umbridge's clown-like disgusting behavior, for the terrible tax of 55, and for the brief glimpse of Wintervale's rich resources and wealth.

Fudge's hand holding the gavel trembled.

5555When did you pay taxes on Proposition 55? What I signed was 55.

55 You can say that Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is harsh, but you can never say that he is derelict in his duties and greedy. But 55

Fudge felt as if he was holding a breath in his chest and was about to explode.

Guzhen's eyes were clear: "Excuse me, Mr. Minister, was Umbridge sent to Winter Vale by you? Was it wrong for me to throw her out of Winter Vale?"

Fudge panted, and suddenly thought of something and stared straight at the ancient town: "Umbridge was sent to Winter Vale by the Ministry of Magic. Even if she got the tax rate wrong, you should write to the Ministry of Magic instead of Throw her out of Wintervale, you don’t have the power. The case of Wintervale’s attack on the Deputy Minister of Magic is still established.”

He grabbed the gavel and was almost hysterical: "Since she has the decree of the Ministry of Magic, you should obey the orders. You are essentially rebelling against the Ministry of Magic."

Wow, it’s so big, it must be a hat

Guzhen raised both hands: "Sorry, dear British Minister of Magic, I think you made a mistake." He looked directly at Fudge and said word by word: "Winter Valley, if it is not in the British mirror, it does not belong to British magic. The British Ministry of Magic has no authority to enforce the law in Wintervale."

Fu Ji's ferocious expression instantly froze on his face, and he stared at Gu Zhen in a daze, his lips trembling, and he was speechless for a long time.

The ancient town shrugged: "That piece of gray stone in the Orkney Islands is just a key to enter Winter Valley, similar to a door key for teleportation. Is there a door key to France in the UK? You just say that France belongs to the UK and France." Does the Ministry of Magic agree with your decision?"

Guzhen sneered and said: "A British Ministry of Magic official went to a territory that does not belong to the UK to announce tax collection. I should not send her out of Winter Valley. Because sending her out of Winter Valley, your Ministry of Magic will attack Winter Valley. Are you there?" Declare war on Wintervale?”

The Inquisition was stunned for a moment.

The air is a little condensed.

After a while, Fudge suddenly raised his head and stared directly at the ancient town: "Mr. Aslan Foster is British, what about his inheritance?"

Gu Zhen looked at him as if he were an idiot.

This is how the inheritance is calculated. Besides, Britain was still a barbaric land a thousand years ago. How can we have a nationality? Let’s talk about it.

"Sorry, Mr. Foster is a mixture of English, French and German, and a quarter of goblin blood."

Fudge slumped down in the judgment chair.

Guzhen didn't look at him, but looked up in the direction of Lucius Malfoy in the back row. That group of people should represent the nobles among wizards, those pure-blood families.

"Although British law has nothing to do with Wintervale, I still kindly remind you that you should inventory your property as soon as possible and register it with the Ministry of Magic to avoid confusion when the Ministry of Magic collects inheritance tax."

Several eyes were directed at Fudge instantly.

Gu Zhen also looked at him and smiled gently: "Mr. Minister, can we pronounce the verdict now? Remus Lupin is guilty or not and should he be sent to Azkaban?"

Fudge looked at Guzhen with empty eyes: "Why?"

Guzhen shrugged, it's none of my business if you seek your own death. The law must always adapt to the national conditions. Even if the logic is fluent, it is inappropriate. Dare to implement inheritance tax in the wizarding world. Isn't this courting death?

Fudge's face turned pale, it was over, it was over. This was probably the biggest scandal since Ignatius Stafford was ousted from office for forcibly breeding dementors in 1962.

Who changed the tax rate from 55 to 55?

Guzhen stopped paying attention to him, turned around and untied the hemp rope from Lu Ping's hands, and at the same time said to the group of reporters who kept taking pictures: "Do you mind taking a day trip to Donggu later? I think there will be big news in Donggu. With you all”

What a rare opportunity! The Ministry of Magic has helped him summon all the top reporters in the wizarding world.

The Ministry of Magic is quite capable of doing practical things.

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