This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The first class on Thursday is Transfiguration.

I got up on time at 7 o'clock and arrived at the auditorium on time at 7:30.

Class didn't start until 10 o'clock, so I could take my time to eat breakfast.

Such a big thing happened yesterday, maybe some students would submit articles to the newspaper.

Just as 8 o'clock arrived, a large number of owls came.

As the second party involved, Hermione and Daphne opened the newspaper immediately.

The title was still the same, and the content was still as nonsense as before.

The signature was Rita Skeeter, as expected, this reporter who loves to write nonsense.

"According to insiders, Hogwarts has two large clubs founded by second-year students.

One is the Owl Court, which has no threshold for membership, and the other is the Black Swan, which has a higher threshold."

Blaise drank a sip of milk to calm his nerves when he saw this.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Draco's expression was the same.

He wrote to his father yesterday. If he hadn't replied that Mrs. Zabini was already taking action, he would not have dared to appear in the auditorium no matter how thick his skin was.

Stay calm and read on.

All of this is actually a misunderstanding.

The eldest daughter of a certain family has transferred, so it's fine if everyone just gets together and part ways amicably.

But it's not easy for President Malfoy to do this, as all the members are clamoring to punish the traitor.

It's very difficult for him to do this, very difficult.

Not only does he have to appease the anger from inside and outside the club, but he also has to discuss the solution with President Wayne.

However, an accident occurred.

Several members of the Black Swan followed and attacked the eldest daughter who transferred and an unknown female student who passed by on impulse.

President Wayne exploded on the spot and killed them aggressively.

President Malfoy had a hard time defending himself, after all, the one who did it was indeed his own people.

After careful consideration, he made an extremely great decision.

The person was saved.

The matter was taken care of.

Such a touching approach naturally moved President Wayne.

But it was not easy for him to do this.

He was attacked just after transferring, so how could new people dare to join in the future?

There was no other way, so we had to put on a good show.

President Wayne turned into a brutal and violent Avenger, and President Malfoy could only let his fist hit him.

Perhaps the acting of both sides was too realistic, and the cadres of Black Swan could not bear it.

They all volunteered to become human shields and took the big iron fist burning with the flames of revenge.

At this point, they could only pretend to be real.

Attacks are wrong, and at most they will be punished twice.

After gently knocking down four people, President Wayne left.

And President Malfoy, who seemed to be seriously injured, finally stabilized the members.

"Rita Skeeter sincerely hopes that the two clubs can get along in a friendly manner and no longer have similar misunderstandings and conflicts?"

Blaise almost bit his tongue.

What about the promised "restoring the truth"?

"Damn reporters!" He tore the entire newspaper into pieces, and looked at the Gryffindor table fiercely.

Vincent happened to look over and raised his milk glass to greet him from a distance.

This friendly gesture seemed to be misunderstood as a mockery.

"Draco, I won't let it go." Blaise retracted his gaze and clenched his fists tightly.

"I will make Wayne kneel down and beg for mercy!"

Not to mention Draco, even Pansy thought it was almost impossible.

"Do you have any ideas?"

"No, do you have any?"

It can almost be saved, it is completely impossible.

Blaise suddenly let go of his hand, "The price of Gwent cards is lower than ours, I want to fight him!"

This is not a good idea.

The cost of wizard cards is high, almost ten times that of Gwent cards.

Lucius is still hoping to recover his blood, so how dare he fight a price war.

"Calm down, he is not worth it."

Draco's persuasion had the opposite effect.

Blaise waved his hand, "I will solve the funds, no matter how much it is, it is not a problem."

Pansy was scared by him.

The wealth of the Zabini family is comparable to that of the Malfoy family. Although Draco did not say it clearly, she knew that Lucius lost a lot of money.

The Parkinson family has been dragged into charity more than once or twice, so they certainly know who is the richest man in the magic world now.

"Blaise, don't do this. We don't know exactly how much Wayne is worth."

"He has another deal with the Magic Congress, and the reward is probably not much lower."

Blaise's little face did not waver at all, "How much more can it be? Just wait for no one to buy his shabby Gwent cards!"

He didn't seem to listen to Draco and Pansy's words, and still wanted to compete with financial strength.

It's useless to persuade them anymore.

"When it starts to make a profit, I plan to acquire this nonsense newspaper..."

Draco and Pansy chose to listen silently to the beautiful future described by Blaise.

He bluntly said that after the high-intensity public opinion smear, he would acquire the shares held by other Hogwarts directors, and finally force the Court of Owls to be abolished.

"Another crazy one." Marcus, who was not far away, sneered secretly.

Daphne, who was sitting at the edge of the long table, felt relieved.

Hermione had told her about the positioning of Gwent and some preparations before the release.

If it was a price war, she thought Vincent would most likely hire someone to buy the Wizard cards at a low price.

The selling price is far lower than the cost, and you will definitely make a profit if you buy it back.

If you are more evil-minded, it is not impossible to wait until a large number of wizard cards are out of stock on the market and sell them back at a 20% discount.

It's a pity that Lucius and the others are not stupid. At most, they will only let Zabini and his son fool around once and a half.

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Diagon Alley South Street, Shop No. 103.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes was sitting on a couch in a dark store, unhurriedly opening an envelope with a "?" symbol printed on it.

"Greengrass..."

The upper left corner of the letter burned.

He seemed to feel no pain and allowed the flames to burn his right hand.

"The confidentiality is good, but the power needs to be improved."

He gently snapped his fingers with his intact right hand, and the dark store became brighter.

Cards are suspended under the white ceiling;

There is a large glass cabinet on each side of the door, filled with many cute three-headed characters;

In the middle is a giant metal pool with exquisite patterns;

In the middle of the floor, which is black and white on the left and right, there is a "?" symbol with the opposite color;

More than a dozen red couches are placed opposite each other, and the coffee table in the middle has many holes the size of cards.

The young man sat on the sofa inside, waving to the table next to the metal pool with a smile on his face.

He caught the parchment and quill that flew by automatically, and wrote down the encrypted magic runes one by one.

Signed as Victor D. Bullard,

The recipient was Vida Rozier in France.

After Victor finished writing, he cut the palm of his right hand and dropped a symbol of the Deathly Hallows on the coffee table in front of him.

He folded the parchment in half and placed it in the center, watching his blood disappear into the air little by little.

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