This Hogwarts isn't normal.

November 26th.

Today is Muggle Thanksgiving.

Although wizards are not festive, Diagon Alley is crowded with people early in the morning.

Their target was Shop No. 103 on South Street.

There was no signboard there, just a big magic rune.

"What does this mean?" a witch at the front asked the wizard next to her.

"It seems to mean 'Wayne Enterprises.' You know I'm terrible at runes."

The witch reached out and pinched his arm, "You have the nerve to say this? Who told you to take electives and not concentrate on your studies!"

"Ouch - wasn't I thinking about how to express my love to you at that time?"

Looking at the aggrieved wizard, she put on a sweet smile and said, "I'll settle the score with you when I get back."

There are so many people in broad daylight that it is really not suitable.

Shop No. 203 opposite is all covered with black curtains.

Although there were not many people, everyone was wearing luxurious wizard robes.

The store is even more luxurious.

The oversized crystal chandelier is so exaggerated that it takes up the entire ceiling;

bright red velvet carpets covering expensive Vera wood floors;

gold-plated tables and chairs encrusted with gems;

A display cabinet that reflects the brilliance like a diamond...

The decoration alone would probably buy several larger shops.

The curtain looks black from the outside, but you can clearly see the outside from the inside.

Lucius sat on a black velvet sofa, looking disdainfully through the glass at the large formation opposite.

So what if there are many people? Totally inferior to the quality here.

"A bunch of guys who have never seen the world!" Argos Parkinson, who was sitting opposite, sounded equally disdainful.

Even though he was dressed in fancy clothes, he still looked like a poodle.

Edgar Crabbe stood up on the other sofa,

"Yagos, they will soon realize who is more valuable."

Ganis Gall stood up at the same time, "Yesterday's little tricks were just tricks after all. Those cards made of scrap metal are not as good as our wizard cards."

The two came to the door inlaid with black onyx gems.

"Wait a minute." Lucius waved his hand to stop them from opening the door.

The smiles on old Crabbe and old Goyle's faces turned cruel.

Not only are they on sale at reduced prices, they are also open at the same time.

It's obvious that he's here to provoke me. How can a 12-year-old kid endure it?

There is a beautiful lady sitting in the back corner.

The red robe she wore was too small, which always inadvertently highlighted her excellent figure.

If it weren't for her mature and charming temperament, it would be really difficult to guess her true age based on her appearance.

"Wayne is just a child." She chuckled, "Maybe he doesn't even dare to ask for leave and go over there."

This voice is full of charm, but the tone is particularly cold.

Franz Flint played with the wizard card in his hand and kept looking at her intentionally or unintentionally.

"Mrs. Zabini, the child cannot force us parents to come forward."

Flint Sr. was huge, at least three sizes bigger than his son Marcus.

He raised his lips contemptuously, "This little devil's teacher has a good relationship with Dumbledore. Do you think it's possible that-"

"Franz!" Lucius' face was obviously unhappy, "Your assumption is completely unfounded."

The people who know you best are often your enemies.

If Dumbledore wanted to take advantage of children, he would have taken Draco as a hostage and made him obey.

If the diary hadn't implicated Voldemort, a lifetime of fighting might not have been able to drive him out of the Hogwarts board of directors.

"It's just a joke." Old Flint stopped what he was doing.

"Lucius, don't forget that you personally invited me to join."

"Remember, of course I remember."

Flint is a wizarding family as old as Malfoy.

If it weren't for the considerable benefits, he, like his son, would be too lazy to deal with these people.

But now, there seems to be another reason.

Mrs. Zabini's full name is Lucretia Zabini,

Although she is nearly forty years old, she still looks like a girl.

Her hot figure is looming under the red robe, and anyone who sees her will take a few more glances.

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle were more restrained, but Old Flint just had "desire" written all over his face.

"There is finally movement on the other side." Old Parkinson also took a sneak peek.

Lucius stood up with a false smile, "Open the door, don't keep our old friend waiting too long."

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle pulled aside.

The black curtain covering the entire shop automatically disappeared, revealing a dark golden signboard with an edge studded with various colored gems.

The Black Swan Wizard Card House was named jointly by their children.

"Oh - Lucius!" A short, fat wizard wearing a gold-lined black robe walked into the store enthusiastically.

"Long time no see, old friend!"

Lucius hugged him equally enthusiastically, "Jermel, welcome."

According to the general definition of wizards, as long as there is no direct Muggle relative within five generations starting from both parents, anyone can be considered a pure blood.

The only ones that can go back further are the Twenty-Eight Sacred Families.

Almost all those who come to the Black Swan Wizard Card House are purebloods.

Discount? unnecessary!

Wizard cards are made of gold and silver, inlaid with various fine gemstones.

It's as thin as a cicada and feels almost weightless in your hand.

The original price is only 10 Galleons, and the craftsmanship alone is worth it.

Look at the Gwent cards on the other side. They sell 10 cards for 1 Galleon. What a black-hearted businessman.

Jemel waved his round little hand and bought two sets of wizard cards.

It was less than 3,000 Galleons in total. There was no better deal than this.

"Look, it's Wayne!"

"Oh - Merlin! Who's the handsome guy next to him? He looks like him!"

"Shh - Minister Fudge is here."

"Wow! Dumbledore is here too!"

Lucius and the others all frowned.

This is quite a scene.

The Ministry of Magic even sent several Aurors to maintain order, led by Director Scrimgeour himself.

Vincent, standing outside the store, looked quite plain in his white shirt and black robe, but an expert could tell at a glance.

Khafra, the president of the International Alchemy Association, who came all the way from Egypt, knew that the black robe was woven from mithril.

It's not very exquisite, but it's an excellent defensive alchemical item.

"Mr. Wayne, I haven't seen you for half a year. I didn't expect you to make a new work."

Vincent was stunned for a moment, then shook hands with him very naturally, "President Khafra, Gwent is not a perfect work."

Khafra cast a small look, "No, no, no, your work is as creative as ever."

Rita, who was at the outside of the crowd, took an old-fashioned camera and took a lot of photos of the two people who smiled at each other.

Even if she didn't explain anything specifically, she knew that today's headlines belonged only to Gwent and Vincent who asked these big guys to come and show their support.

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