This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Old Parkinson can finally relax.

It’s not a question of whether conflicts will escalate, but about grand plans for the future.

Lucius took advantage of both sides and covered up the matter lightly.

Old Flint realized the seriousness and cooperated with his words.

It seems like nothing is happening, but this is a signal.

Between the two clubs, the Court of Owls and the Black Swan, there is a larger storm brewing between Vincent and them.

The least happy was Mrs. Zabini.

Give it back, but not completely give it back.

But to this extent, she couldn't be satisfied at all.

Only old Crabbe and old Goyle didn't use their brains to think.

"Lucius, let's take our leave first." Fudge's eyes were very subtle.

"Please walk slowly."

After Mrs. Zabini appeared, Umbridge, who was like a transparent person, followed her with a stinky face.

Her tender pink color was completely incomparable with the other person's tempting red color.

Dumbledore, who was supposed to be the peacemaker, took a deep look at the hypocritical faces with fake smiles before leaving.

Not only did he feel there was a problem, Vincent, who was generous and "not caring", also noticed it.

The gentlemen are retreating, there is no way that they can retract their heads as soon as they are stretched out.

"Professor Dumbledore, can I have another afternoon off?"

"Okay, remember to report to Minerva when you get back.

There was a Transfiguration class in the morning on Thursday, and two consecutive Potions classes in the afternoon.

I was already feeling a little unhappy, so I could let Snape continue to torture me?

No, if he asks for leave until the end, the considerate Professor McGonagall will definitely understand him.

"Those people are so annoying."

"It's not just annoying."

Evelin and Jane were whispering.

Molly stepped forward to join their conversation, "Actually, not all wizards are like them..."

Both Restman and Sigri, who were holding Astoria's little hand, looked a little embarrassed.

They were like this before.

Vincent slowed down and came near the two of them, "Uncle Restman, thank you very much just now."

"I hope it hasn't affected your perception of pure-blood wizards."

Definitely, and it's serious.

Both the Greengrasses understood how much harm Old Flint's malicious words would cause him.

Both of them would have gone crazy a long time ago. A 12-year-old child with all kinds of halo around his head can stay calm better than most adults.

After giving Astoria a random excuse to excuse her, Devine came to Vincent with an apology.

"Wayne, what just happened——"

"I can understand what my uncle and aunt think. After all, no one dares to put all their chips aside without confidence."

Only children can see what is right and wrong, adults only see benefits.

The Roziers came with tentative purposes. Even without Old Flint's words, they would have created opportunities.

The guilt in Devi's heart was disappearing little by little.

He formally invited the Wayne family to visit Rozier Manor.

Arthur, who was walking in front, frowned slightly.

The Greengrass family can understand, but the Rozier family is very problematic.

Although Nico Flamel is French, only Vida is left in the Rozier branch there.

Speaking of friendship...

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the back.

This young man with blond hair and blue eyes was rightly guessed to be a vampire.

Dumbledore had no objection, and Fudge and Scrimgeour even less.

His identity is innocent and his origins are a mystery.

Fred and George were not the type to hide secrets. If they were suspicious of anyone, they would write home immediately.

Victor noticed the gaze and smiled kindly.

To outsiders, he is a store manager hired at a high price.

As for his true identity, he is the observer sent by Grindelwald to help Vincent and give him ratings.

According to some rumors, Nico may die soon after destroying the Philosopher's Stone.

Vidal Rozier graduated from the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France. Is it possible that he arranged for Victor and the British Rozier family?

Arthur nodded secretly, fully agreeing with his guess.

Amos Diggory next to him was pretty much the same.

Vincent's image was always positive, and he was a Muggle-born, so it was impossible for him to get entangled with the Wiccan Party.

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At the same time, Hogwarts Castle,

The two major clubs also started a "war".

The card pool in the Owl Court activity room only has five coin slots, and its size is reduced to a quarter of the size in the store.

No manual labor required, everything is fully automatic.

Hermione looked at the gold Galleons thrown in one by one, and her thoughts drifted to Diagon Alley little by little.

The news has come out a long time ago, Gwent started the game against the Wizards.

But more than half an hour later, the situation was reversed.

"What are you thinking about?" Daphne, who had just finished class, sat opposite her.

"I wonder if Vincent's ideas will be copied again."

Both the previous card packs and the current card pool are much more advanced than the traditional way of selling wizard cards.

Percy, who was reading the newspaper at the next table, suddenly exclaimed.

The latest news emerged, Minister Fudge took Vincent and the others to visit the Black Swan Wizard Card House.

The twins each pushed aside and pushed him out of his chair.

"Fred! George!"

"My dear brother, you have already seen it anyway-

Merlin's pantyhose!"

Lucius in the photo put his hand on Vincent's shoulder.

They were talking in a friendly manner, with Dumbledore and Mrs. Zabini standing beside them.

Hermione took out the newspaper and squinted at it for a long time with Daphne.

It was very realistic, and it would be more realistic if Mrs. Zabini could be more restrained.

They all knew that the real situation must not be as harmonious and loving as described in the newspaper.

Daphne smiled bitterly, "The idea of ​​the card pool will definitely be plagiarized."

"Yeah." Hermione put down the newspaper, "Fortunately we are taking the civilian route."

"Shameless!"

"You are even worse than the scum of witches!"

Fred and George, filled with righteous indignation, pointed at the other side of the door and cursed.

One Galleon per ticket, there are quite a lot of students who buy it.

Their cursing became louder and louder, and Blaise was about to go over to ask for an explanation with a dark face.

"Look around first." Draco grabbed his arm, "We don't have the advantage in numbers."

"Only a fool would sell at a loss~"

"Sooner or later, they will lose money!"

After these two sentences, Blaise almost broke free.

"Calm down, they only dare to do this in school."

If it weren't for spending his own gold galleons, it would be difficult for Draco to understand his feelings.

Pansy gritted her teeth and said, "We have already made a name for ourselves, and those broken copper and iron cards will soon be finished."

Brace loosened his fist, his expression still ferocious, "I not only want Wayne and his team to go bankrupt, but also want them to owe a lot of debts!"

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