Dumbledore had stood against Lucius for so many years not because of something as vulgar as Gold Galleons.
Reputation, prestige, connections, strength...
The only things the gentlemen had over him were their backgrounds and foundations.
When a figure like him possessed enough Gold Galleons, even the oldest pure-blood Wizard families would have to kneel.
The key to turning defeat into victory was power.
Beoman obediently signed his name.
It had taken great effort to gather the courage to resist just once, yet he had lost so thoroughly.
Sigh—
"I hereby announce that the appointments are officially in effect."
As Britt spoke, the five signatures glimmered with pale blue magical light.
Until Vincent came of age, the seven acting board members would legally serve as School Board Members on his behalf.
The appointments flew out of the meeting room and out of the West Tower.
They arrived outside an inconspicuous tower at the highest point of the castle, one no student had ever visited.
The silver lock opened on its own.
Seven magical contracts bearing Vincent's name floated above an old little desk.
Beside an ancient book with a peeling black dragon-hide cover sat a small silver inkwell, with a long, faded quill standing inside it.
The top drawer of the desk opened automatically.
Beside the deed signed by Edmund II lay five stacked magical contracts.
Beoman's name was on top.
The appointments flew into the drawer alongside the seven magical contracts suspended in the air.
The tower door locked again.
Vincent, who was attending Charms class, suddenly sensed something strange.
It was an incredibly subtle feeling, as though he had formed a connection with Hogwarts Castle.
Not only had the appointments just officially taken effect, but the magical contracts granting him seven Board Seats had as well.
Minors could not