This Hogwarts is not normal

After chatting with Fudge, Vincent turned to Devine who had just arrived.

Behind him is a well-dressed middle-aged couple.

"Mom and Dad, let me introduce to you..."

Clement Rozier is tall and thin, and his gestures are full of aristocratic demeanor.

Selena Rozier is dignified and beautiful, holding her husband's arm like a lady.

"Nice to meet you, Vincent"

"Me too, both of you."

If it wasn't too blatant, Vader, the charter woman, might be invited over.

Rita snapped again with a "click".

There are so many surprises here, and going to the opposite side is nothing more than some pure-blood wizards.

How did Wayne know the members of the Rozier family, and how did he call them to come and sit in town...

These two headlines alone are enough to qualify for the headlines.

"Miss reporter, can you pay attention to the image a little bit?" The witch just now hugged the arm of the wizard next to her in disgust.

"Sorry." Rita put away her idiot-like expression.

As a qualified reporter, she usually does not.

But there are too many headlines today, and this is the happiest time for media people.

After the Rozier family, came the Greengrass family.

Astoria, who was dressed as a princess, walked in the middle, holding the parents next to her with her two little hands.

When she walked out of the house for the first time, her face was full of curiosity and excitement.

"Uncle Restman, Aunt Sigley—" Vincent bent slightly, "and you, little sister Astoria."

Crazy is not enough to describe Rita's mood at the moment.

Although Rozier and Greengrass are not extreme pure-blood supremacist supporters, they have never looked down upon Muggles and Muggle-born wizards.

Vincent Wayne, the 12-year-old wizard, seems to have proved something to the wizarding world.

Next came Weasley and Mr. and Mrs. Diggory.

Rove's parents were also going to be there, but it was a pity that the Thunderbird they had been taking care of in North America fell ill, so Newt and Tina came over.

Wayne and Granger were also there.

Eric put his hands on his son's shoulders with a smile, "Okay, I have inherited my business talent!"

"That's that." Vincent raised his eyebrows, "I will definitely spread the signboard of our Wayne family to the world of magic."

Evelyn patted his little head, "Your father has such a temper, can't you save a little face?"

"Okay."

The Wayne couple couldn't laugh or cry.

They were not interested in knowing the origins of the people their son knew, as long as Vincent was the same Vincent as before.

The invited guests have arrived, and they all walked into the store together.

Rita bit the bullet and followed under Victor's eyes as if he was looking at a prisoner.

Of course she knew it was a warning.

Remaining outside were Scrimgeour and a few Aurors.

"Ten people at a time, please enter the arena in an orderly manner!"

The wizards and witches just now were very lucky to be the first batch of guests together with the bosses.

Since the two entered the store, their eyes have not moved away from the huge metal device in the middle.

"Throw in one Galleon, and the card pool will automatically throw out ten Gwent cards."

Dumbledore took out a small transparent candy with a smile, "I didn't bring a money bag, can I use this?"

Vincent shook his head decisively, "Professor, we only charge wizard currency."

"Oh -- what a pity!" He put the little candy in his mouth, and casually conjured a gold Galleon out of thin air.

There are a total of twenty coin inlets of the same size in the card pool, each equipped with detection magic.

Whoring for free is impossible, even for Dumbledore.

The warning above the coin inlet made him nod secretly.

"Minister Fudge, please." Senior Secretary Umbridge produced a purse.

This is not the Ministry of Magic's funds, but the Minister's personal property.

When real Galleons were thrown into the coin inlet, nine silver and one golden halos appeared in front of Fudge's eyes.

His luck can't be considered good, he just triggered the guarantee mechanism.

The dazzling golden light gradually dissipated, revealing a cute and lovely Kraken.

It waved its tentacles lazily, closed its cute big eyes, and turned into a Gwent card with exquisite card surface suspended in mid-air.

The other nine silver ones are potions and spells.

"As expected of Minister Fudge!" Umbridge clapped his little hands excitedly.

Vincent grinned awkwardly.

Drawing cards is a metaphysics.

It is closely related to character, time, luck, posture, mood, etc., but it seems to be irrelevant.

"Boom!" A bunch of colored fireworks exploded above the heads of the wizard and witch just now.

Everyone craned their necks to look over.

Three golds in a row!

Beneath the blazing light was Lady Rowena Ravenclaw in a diadem.

Sitting upright on a raven high chair, she looked wisely at the two lucky customers.

"Congratulations!" Vincent stepped forward to hug the two,

"You were lucky enough to be drawn ten times in a row."

Fudge is old and unlucky.

He refused to admit defeat and made a hundred consecutive draws, but every time he was guaranteed a gold.

Umbridge's character is darker than he is.

Why is it that other people have made great achievements ten times in a row, and the minister always has a guaranteed bottom line every time.

Absolutely ghosts!

Unbelievably throwing a gold Galleon, gorgeous colored fireworks exploded on her forehead.

The three-headed Fudge took off his purple top hat, bowed and turned into a Gwent card.

"My lord, I have drawn you!"

This scream put Fudge himself in a very embarrassing situation.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka --" the rosy-faced Rita pressed the shutter excitedly.

Another headline-level big news.

Just when the embarrassed Fudge was about to say something, two consecutive colorful fireworks exploded.

Astoria stood on tiptoe, holding Goo Goo and Jomgand cards with her raised hands.

Ordinary customers can't compare, subordinates can't compare, even little girls can't compare.

This is the card of the current Minister of Magic?

Just as unlucky as him is Dumbledore who asked Vincent to borrow Galleon.

Fifty consecutive hits, all the hands are guaranteed.

"Professor, do you want to continue?"

"No."

The winning rate of the card pool is 1.6%. Theoretically, there can be one in Bailian.

It's a pity that only the gold card has a guarantee mechanism. If you are unlucky, the [-] cards on the opening day of Krypton may not be able to get a color card.

Fudge went on for another hundred consecutive times, and then completely gave up the idea of ​​continuing.

This card pool is poisonous!

The second and third batches of customers were quite outstanding, but he was still enjoying the guarantee.

But he's happy with Gwent's addictive card-drawing mechanics.

Wayne Enterprises is an officially registered company. Even if the chairman is only a 12-year-old wizard, he still has to pay taxes to the Ministry of Magic.

According to the profit of 3000 sheets per day, there should be fifty or sixty Galleons a day.

If you open a few more branches, you can become a big taxpayer like the broomstick company in minutes.

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