This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After chatting with Fudge for a few words, Vincent turned to face Devine who had just arrived.

Behind him was a middle-aged couple dressed in a proper manner.

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

Clement Rozier was tall and thin, and his every move was full of aristocratic style.

Selena Rozier was 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, Vida, the landlady, might have been invited over.

Rita took another "click, click" photo.

There were so many surprises here, and the opposite side was nothing more than some pure-blooded wizards.

How did Wayne know the Rozier family, and how did he call them over to take charge...

These two titles alone are enough to make the headlines.

"Ms. Reporter, can you pay a little attention to your image?" The witch just hugged the arm of the wizard next to her with disdain.

"Sorry." Rita put away her perverted expression.

As a qualified reporter, she usually wouldn't be like this.

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

After the Rosier family, it's the Greengrass family.

Astoria, dressed like a princess, walked in the middle, holding her parents' hands.

Her little face was full of curiosity and excitement when she walked out of the house for the first time.

"Uncle Restman, Aunt Sigley--" Vincent bent down slightly, "And you, little sister Astoria."

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

Although Rosier and Greengrass are not extreme supporters of pure-blood supremacy, they have always looked down on Muggles and Muggle-born wizards.

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

The next to arrive were Weasley and Diggory.

Rolf's parents were supposed to be there, but unfortunately the Thunderbird they had been taking care of in North America fell ill, so Newt and Tina came instead.

The Waynes and Grangers also arrived.

Eric smiled and put his hand on his son's shoulder, "Okay, you really inherited my talent for business!"

"That's right." Vincent raised his eyebrows, "I will definitely spread the Wayne family's brand throughout the global wizarding world."

Evelyn patted his head, "Your father has this temper, can't he give him a little face?"

"Okay."

The Waynes didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

They were not interested in knowing who the people their son knew were from, as long as Vincent was still the same Vincent.

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

Rita followed him with her head stiffened under Victor's eyes as if he was looking at a criminal.

She certainly knew it was a warning.

Scrimgeour and several Aurors stayed outside.

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

The wizard and witch just now were very lucky to be the first batch of customers with the big guys.

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

"Throw in a gold 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 purse with me, can I use this to pay for it?"

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

"Oh - that's a pity!" He put the small candy in his mouth and conjured a gold Galleon out of thin air as if nothing had happened.

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

It is impossible to get it for free, even for Dumbledore.

The warning words above the coin inlet made him nod secretly.

"Minister Fudge, please." Senior Secretary Umbridge took out a purse.

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

When the real gold Galleons were thrown into the coin slot, nine silver and one golden halos appeared in front of Fudge.

His luck was not good, as he only triggered the guaranteed mechanism.

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

It lazily waved its tentacles, closed its cute big eyes, and turned into a Gwent card with an exquisite card face floating in the air.

The other nine silver cards were all potions and spells.

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

Vincent smiled awkwardly.

Drawing cards is a metaphysics.

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

"Bang!" A bunch of colorful fireworks exploded above the heads of the wizards and witches just now.

Everyone stretched their necks to look over.

Ten consecutive three gold and one colorful!

Under the dazzling light, it was Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw wearing a crown.

She sat on a raven high chair, looking at the two lucky customers with a wise look.

"Congratulations!" Vincent came forward and hugged the two.

"You won the prize in ten consecutive draws. You are really lucky."

Fudge is such an unlucky guy.

He refused to admit defeat and drew a hundred consecutive draws, but each time he got the guaranteed prize of one gold.

Umbridge's role is even more evil than his.

Why can others win ten consecutive draws, but the Minister always gets the guaranteed prize.

There must be something fishy!

She threw a gold Galleon in disbelief, and colorful fireworks exploded on her forehead.

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

"Mr. Minister, I have chosen you!"

This scream put Fudge in a very embarrassing situation.

"Ka ka ka -" Rita, with a rosy face, pressed the shutter button excitedly.

Another headline-level news.

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

Astoria stood on tiptoes, holding the Gugu and Jomgand cards in her two small hands raised high.

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

Is this the face of the current Minister of Magic?

Just as unlucky as him was Dumbledore, who asked Vincent to borrow gold Galleons.

If you hit it fifty times in a row, everything is guaranteed.

"Professor, do you want to continue?"

"No."

The card pool winning rate is 6%. Theoretically, you can have one card in a hundred consecutive rounds.

Unfortunately, only gold cards have a guarantee mechanism. If you are unlucky, you may not be able to get a lottery card if you get 10,000 cards on the opening day.

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

This card pool is poisonous!

There are many outstanding customers in the second and third batches, and he is still taking the big guarantee.

However, he is quite satisfied with Gwent's addictive card drawing mechanism.

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

Judging from the profit of 3,000 cards per day, there should be fifty or sixty galleons a day.

If we open a few more branches, we can become a big taxpayer like Broomstick Company in a minute.

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