This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Only among peers is there naked hatred.

Black Swan Wizard Card House, a peer, not only copied the gameplay ideas, but also opened a store right opposite in a provocative manner.

Of course, Vincent hopes that they will go bankrupt, and it would be best if they all have a lot of debts.

Unfortunately, the masters have plenty of gold Galleons, and it is estimated that they can even afford the 10 billion subsidies.

With a critical eye, he saw nothing but luxury and class solidification.

The cost of wizard cards seems not low, but it is only seemingly so.

According to the current value of the pound, 10 Galleons can buy almost 1 ounce, which is nearly 30 grams of gold.

The weight is at most 2 grams, and the price of broken gems is not high.

Including labor costs, the cost of a card is at most 1 Galleon.

Of course, this is the purchase price in the Muggle society.

If it is changed to the magic world, it must be at least 3 Galleons.

The masters are all self-righteous and must be disdainful of doing business with Muggles.

Selling one and losing two, not counting the expenses of the store.

"Welcome everyone!" Lucius came down from the second floor with a smile.

He greeted Fudge first, then set his eyes on Vincent's smiling face.

He didn't look like he was here to cause trouble.

This was indeed the case.

Ten thousand Gwent cards were cleared out at the opening, so I had nothing to do but come here to take a look.

Old Flint's disdain and contempt just upstairs disappeared completely.

Instead, he had a flawed, somewhat flattering expression.

Fudge accepted everyone and walked to the corner with him and old Parkinson to "chat".

The smell of gunpowder was a bit strong, and customers either put down their favorite cards and left, or quickly paid the clerks and left.

The store, which was bustling just now, suddenly became deserted.

"Da-da-da" high heels sounded from the stairs leading upstairs.

When Mrs. Zabini appeared in front of everyone, Evelyn pinched Eric's arm hard.

Although Molly and Jane didn't go to that extent, their smiling eyes made Arthur and Chris tremble with fear.

Umbridge stood up a little straighter, as if to express something.

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to her now, or it should be said that no one would have paid attention to her in the first place.

"Good morning, distinguished guests." Mrs. Zabini bowed slightly with full courtesy.

The title of the most beautiful woman in the British wizarding world is indeed well-deserved.

Vincent thought that her son was the same age as himself and often did things that would cause trouble.

Dumbledore came to his side with a smile, "We are just here to take a look, Mrs. Zabini doesn't need to come down in person."

"It is necessary, Professor Dumbledore." She passed Lucius and stood in front of Vincent,

"Wayne, thank you for taking care of my son Blaise. He has been spoiled by me since he was a child. I hope you can understand."

Vincent nodded, "Mrs. Zabini, we have always taken care of each other in school, and I have learned a lot from him.

"Really, that's great. "Mrs. Zabini's expression was a little unnatural.

It's really difficult, no wonder the children are no match.

Lucius stepped forward and put his hand on Vincent's shoulder, "Our Draco has also received a lot of care from you, and he has also learned a lot from you."

Intimidation doesn't work.

Even so, Dumbledore couldn't just sit there and watch,

"Lucius, isn't it just a misunderstanding between the two major clubs in the school?"

He glanced at the door rather obscurely.

There were several reporters there.

The most famous one was there too.

Mrs. Zabini tried her best to keep the smile on her beautiful face, "As a mother, I am very grateful for your care for Blaise."

In Vincent's eyes, her smile was particularly creepy.

"Wayne, as a thank you, I decided to give you a set of wizard cards."

The clerk who had just run up to the second floor quickly came to the glass cabinet and squatted down, taking out a beautifully wrapped gift box from the locked drawer.

She caught it with one hand and then held it out with both hands.

"Thank you for your gift. "Vincent took it, "I've always wanted a set of wizard cards."

Reciprocity is his character.

"Mrs. Zabini, as a thank you, I will give Blaise a complete set of Gwent cards as soon as I return to school."

When she frowned, Lucius said first: "A complete set is too expensive. I heard that its winning rate is not very high."

"Business is business--" Vincent knew that Fudge and others were paying attention to this side, "This will not affect the friendship between our two clubs."

There is no way he didn't know about these two clumsy strategies.

The stimulation failed, and the alienation also failed.

Dumbledore beside him nodded secretly.

What the Ministry of Magic wants now is peace, even if it is only on the surface.

It is very unwise to have a conflict here.

The sinister look in old Flint's eyes flashed, "Minister Fudge, my Marcus was actually taken care of by Wayne."

"Oh? There is such a thing?"

"That was last year, they had a game. "

Fudge saw through his little thoughts, "I guess - Marcus should have won, right?"

"No, Wayne won." Old Flint was annoyed,

"He said Wayne's Muggle fighting skills were too good, and there was no way to get close to him."

"It was really good." Fudge met those suggestive eyes, "Franz, you don't want to -"

"No, of course not." Old Flint looked at Eric, who was paying close attention to his son's performance.

"Mr. Wayne must be very capable to have taught such an outstanding son."

He raised his voice slightly, "Minister Fudge, I want to invite him to be the combat consultant of our Flint family. I wonder if you can make an exception and let a Muggle family join the magic world?"

Poisonous, really poisonous.

Vincent's current fame alone can't suppress those lonely Muggle haters.

Although he won't agree, saying it out loud is a naked humiliation.

Dumbledore, who usually smiles, stopped smiling.

No matter how big the background is, no matter how strong the identity is, it is useless to some extreme wizards.

They stood on the high ground for a long time, and didn't know that the snow at their feet had begun to melt.

"Franz, what do you mean?" Restman was half a second faster than Arthur.

His eyes were quite cold, "You spoke so loudly, afraid that we couldn't hear it, right!"

Devnet gently pushed his father's arm.

Clement was unmoved, and didn't seem to intend to intervene in this matter.

"I think it's good, Uncle Restman." Vincent nodded confidently to his parents.

Only by experiencing it personally can you deeply understand the degree of malice of this group of people.

Although old Flint can only represent himself, not all wizards.

"My father is from the SAS unit. He can't sleep well without holding two big guns at night."

No wizard dares to underestimate the gun blade that can penetrate the Furakan shell.

Even those standing at the highest point.

Lucius gritted his teeth and tried to make himself more kind, "Franz is a bit rude, I believe he must have no other intentions."

Fudge smiled and turned his eyes back to old Flint's face, "It turned out to be a misunderstanding."

"Yes, a misunderstanding."

Times have changed,

the previous tricks no longer work.

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