Old Parkinson's can finally relax.
It's not a question of whether the conflict will escalate, but rather a grand plan for the future.
Lucius skillfully navigated the situation, glossing over the matter with a nonchalant air.
Old Flint realized the seriousness of the situation and cooperated fully with his explanation.
It may seem like nothing is happening, but this is actually a signal.
Between the Owl Court and the Black Swan clubs, and between Vincent and them, an even bigger storm is brewing.
The most unhappy person was Madam Zabini.
It was returned, but not completely.
This level of satisfaction was far from enough for her.
Only Old Crabbe and Old Goyle didn't put much thought into it.
"Lucius, we'll take our leave now." Fudge's eyes were very subtle.
"Please take care."
After Madam Zabini appeared, Umbridge, who was as invisible as a ghost, followed her with a sour face.
Her delicate pinkish-red was completely incomparable to the other person's alluring red.
Before leaving, Dumbledore, who was supposed to act as a peacemaker, took a deep look at those hypocritical faces plastered with fake smiles.
Not only did he feel there was a problem, but Vincent, who was generous and "unconcerned," also noticed it.
Even if the gentlemen are going to step back, they won't just stick their heads out and then pull back.
"Professor Dumbledore, may I ask for another afternoon off?"
"Okay, remember to report to Minerva when you get back."
There is a Transfiguration class on Thursday morning, and two consecutive Potions Class in the afternoon.
I was already a little annoyed, did I want to let Snape continue to torment me?
No, he should take the full leave. The understanding Professor McGonagall will surely understand.
"Those people are really annoying."
"It's not just a little bit annoying."
Evelyn and Jane were whispering to each other.
Molly stepped forward to join their conversation, "Actually, not all wizards are like them..."
Lestrange and Sigrid, who were holding Astoria's little hand, both looked a little embarrassed.
They were like that before.
Vincent slowed his pace and approached the two men. "Uncle Lestrange, thank you so much for earlier."
"I hope this hasn't affected your perception of Pure-blood Wizard."
Yes, it definitely exists, and it's quite serious.
The Greengrass couple understood just how much damage old Flint's malicious words would cause him.
They would have lost their temper long ago. It's remarkable that a 12-year-old child with so many accolades can remain calm, which is better than most adults.
After giving Astoria a flimsy excuse, Devin approached Vincent apologetically.
"Wayne, what happened just now—"
"I can understand what your uncle and aunt are thinking. After all, no one dares to put all their chips on one side when they are not confident."
Children are the ones who distinguish right from wrong; adults only care about interests.
The Rosier had come with a exploratory purpose, and even without old Flint's words, they would have created an opportunity.
The guilt in Devin was gradually disappearing.
He formally invited the Wayne family to visit Rosier Manor.
Arthur, who was walking ahead, frowned slightly.
The Greengrass Family is understandable, but the Rosier Family is quite problematic.
Although Nicolas Flamel was France, Vida was the only one left in Rosier's branch there.
Speaking of friendship...
He suddenly turned his head to look at the very back.
This blond, blue-eyed young man is, without a doubt, a vampire.
Dumbledore had no objection, Fudge and Scrimgeour were even less likely to have any.
His identity is innocent, but his origins remain a mystery.
Fred and George are not the type to keep secrets; if it were anyone suspicious, they would write home immediately.
Viktor, noticing the gaze, smiled kindly.
To outsiders, he is the store manager who was hired at a high price.
As for his true identity, he was an observer sent by Grindelwald to help Vincent and give him a rating.
According to some rumors, Nicolas Flamel may soon pass away after destroying the Sorcerer's Stone.
Vida Rosier graduated from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France. Is it possible that Viktor and the Rosier Family in Britain were both arranged by him?
Arthur nodded secretly, completely agreeing with his guess.
Amos Diggory next to him was much the same.
Vincent's image has always been positive, and as Muggle-born, he would never have any entanglement with the Wizards' Purity Party.
Meanwhile, at Hogwarts Castle,
The two clubs have also started a "war".
The card pool in the Owl Court Club Room has only five coin slots, and its size is reduced to a quarter of that in the shop.
No human intervention is required; everything is fully automated.
Hermione watched as the Gold Galleons were tossed in, her thoughts drifting towards Diagon Alley.
The news has been out for a while now: Gwent crushes Wizard Cards in the opening rounds.
But after about half an hour, the situation reversed.
"What are you thinking about?" Daphne, who had just finished class, sat opposite her.
"I'm wondering Vincent's idea will be copied again."
Both the previous card packs and the current card pools are far more advanced than the traditional way of selling Wizard Cards.
Percy was reading a newspaper at the next table, suddenly exclaimed.
Breaking news: Minister Fudge took Vincent and his party to visit the Black Swan Wizard Card House.
The twins squeezed on either side, pushing him off his chair.
"Fred! George!"
"My dear brother, anyway, you've already finished reading it—"
Merlin's pantyhose!
In the photo, Lucius has his hand on Vincent's shoulder.
They were having a friendly conversation, with Dumbledore and Madam Zabini standing on either side.
Hermione pulled out the newspaper and stared at it with Daphne for a long time, her eyes narrowed.
The acting was very convincing; if Madam Zabini had been a little more restrained, it would have been even more convincing.
They all knew that the reality was definitely not as harmonious and loving as the newspapers portrayed.
Daphne smiled wryly, "The idea of a gacha pool will definitely be copied."
"Yes." Hermione put down her newspaper. "Luckily, we took the common people's route."
"Shameless!"
"They're not even as good as a witch!"
Fred and George, filled with righteous indignation, pointed at the door and cursed.
One Galleon for one ticket, and quite a few students bought them.
Their shouting grew louder and louder, and Blaise Zabini, his face darkening, was about to go over and demand an explanation.
"Take a look around first," Draco said, pulling his arm. "We don't have a numerical advantage."
"Only a fool would sell it at a loss!"
They'll go bankrupt sooner or later!
After those two sentences, Blaise Zabini almost broke free.
"Calm down, they only dare to do this at school."
It's hard for Draco to understand his feelings unless he's spending his own Gold Galleons.
Pansy gritted her teeth and said, "We've already made a name for ourselves, and those junk cards will be finished soon."
Blaise Zabini loosened his fist, his expression still ferocious. "I'll not only bankrupt Wayne and his crew, I'll make them rack up huge debts!"