This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In just one day, the Collector's Edition of the Wizard Cards came out. ♦♦  ♞♦

Although it was just a sample, the materials used were extremely luxurious.

A large number of high-value complete gemstones were used, and a small amount of priceless mithril was used as embellishment.

The factory was fully operational and began publicity work at the same time.

"One guaranteed draw for every 1,000 draws?" Ron, who was eating breakfast in the auditorium, was so scared that he spit out the cereal that had just entered his mouth.

"Old Malfoy and the others are obviously robbing money!"

Harry next to him shook off the cereal on the newspaper and continued to read.

With such a low probability, the value must be higher.

Limited to 20 sets, the official recycling price is 500,000 per set.

A set of 122 wizard cards, one card is 4,000.

Ron took a breath of cold air,

Let alone 4,000 gold galleons, he had never seen 4,000 copper knuts.

Harry was also a little uneasy.

With such a magnificent vault, even with great luck, they could only barely get two sets.

10 million in total, who knows who will get it.

Vincent, who was sitting opposite the long table, was a little uneasy.

The masters are still masters after all.

The one he expected to recycle was still too low, and recycle a set would make the wizards more likely to go crazy.

4,000 was just the minimum guarantee, and for those who were short of one, they would get it even if it was 40,000.

The recycling price was 500,000, and who knows which of the 122 cards were the last to come out.

One out of a thousand draws, a set is at least 122,000 gold galleons.

Even if the profit is slim, 20 sets are still terrifying.

And they are all shameless official recycling, so they definitely dare to sell a few cards at a high price in private that can't be sold.

Before the 20,000 draws guarantee for the last 20 cards, even if the masters can't find a suitable scapegoat, they can announce the bankruptcy of the wizard cards and go straight with a full of gold galleons.

"Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic have a tax department that specializes in auditing accounts..."

Vincent muttered to himself and closed the newspaper.

"What tax department?"

The more Neville listened, the more he felt that this department was powerful.

Especially the one in America, North America.

Even if it was drug trafficking, smuggling, opening casinos, or the gangster bosses who did all kinds of bad things to evade taxes, the Federal Tax Bureau would do everything it could to check the accounts, and then list the taxes they should pay and send them over.

If they don't pay within the deadline, all bank assets will be frozen directly.

"Can they check everyone in the country?" James squeezed in between the two curiously.

"They only pick the wealthy middle class." Vincent subconsciously glanced at the Slytherin table,

"If I remember correctly, it seems that you can get a 30% tax bonus if you report it successfully."

If the Ministry of Magic had a similar tax department, it wouldn't have to rely on donations from the masters.

Hermione, with her ears pricked up, remembered it silently in her heart.

Although it was very difficult, she believed that she could do it.

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On April 10, the Gwent branch in Potsdamer Platz, Germany, officially opened.

All the wizards here gathered at the back of the plaza, outside a square building invisible to Muggles.

The Black Swan Wizard Card House, which had been smashed once, was still under renovation half a month ago, but construction suddenly stopped a week ago.

Then, after announcing the news of the Collector's Edition of the Wizard Cards the next day, Restman realized that they had completely given up on developing new overseas markets.

The right time is not as good as the right place, and the right place is not as good as the right people.

The active withdrawal of competitors, coupled with the support of Minister Berg, has raised the expectations of wizards.

Like France and Japan, the German Gwent also has its own characteristics.

After Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, Fantastic Beasts, Beauxbatons, and the Institute of Magic, the sixth and seventh major forces are officially online.

Durmstrang is okay, the key is the Witch Party.

"Want to control the young Grindelwald to fight Dumbledore?" Restman, who was standing on the roof, snapped his fingers. "Come on! From today to the 24th, the limited-time increase in the rate of drop for half a month will satisfy your wishes!" The door slowly opened, and the wizards at the front squeezed in as soon as possible. Compared with the simplicity outside, the inside was full of solemnity. The light was dim, the color was dark, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression. The most conspicuous card pool in the center was a gold and blue phoenix shape. Thaddeus, who came in the first batch, understood why Restman wanted to cooperate with the descendants of the Witch Party. To promote the Witch Party, the original flavor is of course the best. "Principal Karkaroff?" The exclamation behind him made him look back. Ingor Karkaroff, wearing a white robe, walked in with a smile. Restman, who came down from the roof, saw the two of them shaking hands, and his good mood disappeared instantly. Vincent didn't need to remind him, he didn't have much good feelings towards the Death Eaters.

He had robbed innocent lives, and when he was caught, he said he was under the Imperius Curse and then betrayed his accomplices, and finally changed into a decent outfit with a cane to start a new life?

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The reason why evil grows wildly is that the cost of crime is too low.

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and gently held Karkaroff's outstretched hand.

Thaddeus keenly noticed something.

Now that the Wiccan Party is here, the Death Eaters probably won't be able to escape.

No matter how reluctant you are, you have to have a good relationship with the other party.

Karkaroff showed his big yellow teeth and said, "You two, why don't we take a group photo?"

Restman was tempted to say no.

Even if you come uninvited, do you still want to take a photo?

"sure."

Thaddeus saw all his forced smiles.

Dark forces that are so disgusted with evil should not have anything to do with the Wu Cui Party.

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Hogwarts Great Hall.

Germany is an hour ahead of the UK, so the students are still having breakfast.

Vincent, who rarely attended illegal apparition classes, looked as uncomfortable as if he had eaten cockroaches in his porridge.

He closed the German "Silver Bat" in his hand and muttered something in a low voice.

Neville immediately shrank his neck as he came closer.

It has a very high mom-holding capacity and is not repetitive.

"Um - is it because Gwent's sales are not good?"

Vincent stopped mumbling, "A nasty guy showed up."

Neville opened the newspaper and saw Karkaroff showing his big yellow teeth at a glance.

Disgusting, just like old Malfoy.

He also started chanting, and his wording was still civilized.

Soon, James and Alfred also joined in.

Hermione, who stayed up late last night practicing All Curses, came to the auditorium and saw the four of them gathered in front of a newspaper and chanting something.

She leaned in to listen, glancing at the newspaper before sternly reproving.

"Ahem - this sour carrot - this man is the principal of Durmstrang after all."

"I don't intend to get to know him." Vincent rolled his eyes and continued.

Neville nodded seriously, "That's right, he should live in the Oeckstad Prison in Germany until he dies."

"You have changed." James was slightly surprised.

Alfred said matter-of-factly: "It's not surprising. Crabbe and Goyle have always been defeated recently, and every time they were beaten into pieces and ran away."

Hermione's little mouth twitched fiercely, "This doesn't seem to be the key to the problem, right?"

"Yeah, we have to continue to greet him gracefully."

She covered her face and muttered a few words tentatively.

Well - it feels pretty good, and I feel a lot more relaxed.

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