The first period on Thursday is Transfiguration class.
I got up at 7 o'clock sharp and arrived at the Great Hall at 7:30 sharp.
Class doesn't start until 10, so I can take my time eating breakfast.
With such a big event happening yesterday, perhaps some students will submit articles to the newspaper.
Just as 8 o'clock arrived, a dark mass of owls came.
Hermione and Daphne, as the other two parties involved, immediately opened the newspaper.
The title is still the same old thing, and the content is still as absurd as ever.
The signature was Rita Skeeter, as expected of this journalist who loves to write nonsense.
"According to sources, Hogwarts has two large clubs, each founded by a second-year student."
The first is the Owl Court, which has no membership requirements; the second is the Black Swan, which has a higher entry barrier.
Upon seeing this, Blaise Zabini took a sip of milk to calm his nerves.
Something's not right, something's very wrong.
Draco's expression was the same.
He wrote to his father yesterday, and if the reply hadn't said that Madam Zabini was already taking action, he wouldn't have dared to show his face in the Great Hall, no matter how thick-skinned he was.
Stay calm and let's see what happens next.
It was all a misunderstanding.
It's just that the eldest daughter of a certain family is transferring to another company. Shouldn't everyone part ways amicably?
But being Chairman Malfoy isn't easy; the members are all clamoring for punishment of the traitor.
It's a difficult job for him, a very difficult job.
Not only do they need to appease the resentment within the club, but they also need to discuss solutions with President Wayne.
However, an unexpected event occurred.
In a moment of impulsiveness, several members of the Black Swan followed and attacked the young lady who had transferred schools, as well as an unknown female student who was passing by.
President Wayne immediately exploded and charged forward aggressively.
Chairman Malfoy was speechless, since it was indeed one of his own people who had taken the action.
After careful consideration, he made an incredibly great decision.
The person was saved.
I'll take responsibility for it.
Such a touching gesture naturally moved Chairman Wayne.
But it's a difficult situation for him too.
They were attacked right after transferring; where will any new players dare to join in the future?
There's no other way but to put on a good show.
Chairman Wayne transformed into a ferocious and violent Avenger, and Chairman Malfoy could only let his fists pound on him.
Perhaps the acting of both sides was too realistic, because the Black Swan's executives couldn't stand it anymore.
They all volunteered to become human shields, taking the brunt of that giant iron fist burning with the flames of revenge.
At this point, the only option is to turn the charade into reality.
Attacks are wrong, and at most, the punishment should be doubled.
After gently taking down the four men, President Wayne left.
Despite his seemingly serious injuries, Chairman Malfoy finally managed to calm the members down.
"Rita Skeeter sincerely hopes that the two clubs can get along amicably and that similar misunderstandings and conflicts will not occur again."
Blaise Zabini almost bit his tongue.
What happened to the promise of "restoring the truth"?
"Damn reporter!" He tore the entire newspaper into pieces and glared fiercely at the Gryffindor table.
Vincent happened to be looking over as well, and raised his milk glass in a gesture of greeting.
This friendly gesture was apparently misinterpreted as mockery.
"Draco, I won't let this go." Blaise Zabini withdrew his gaze, clenching his fists tightly.
"I will make Wayne kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Not to mention Draco, even Pansy thought it was almost impossible.
Do you have any thoughts?
"No, do you have any?"
It's almost unnecessary; it's simply impossible.
Blaise Zabini suddenly let go, "Gwent is cheaper than us, I'm going to fight them!"
This is not a good idea.
The Wizard Cards are very expensive, almost ten times the cost of Gwent.
Lucius is still hoping to recoup his losses, so he wouldn't dare to start a price war.
"Calm down, he doesn't deserve this."
Draco's persuasion had the opposite effect.
Blaise Zabini waved his hand and said, "I'll take care of the funding. No matter how much or how little, it's not a problem."
Pansy was frightened by him.
The Zabini family's wealth was originally comparable to that of the Malfoy family. Although Draco didn't say it explicitly, she knew that Lucius had lost a large sum of money.
The Parkinson family has been pulled into charity work more than once or twice, so they certainly know who the richest family in the Wizarding World is right now.
"Blaise Zabini, you mustn't do that. We don't know exactly how much Wayne is worth."
"He also has a deal with the Magical Congress, and the reward is probably not low."
Blaise Zabini's little face remained unmoved. "How much more could it be? His crappy Gwent are just waiting to be sold!"
He seemed to ignore what Draco and Pansy said, still stubbornly insisting on competing in terms of wealth.
There's no point in trying to persuade them any further now that things have come to this point.
"Once we start making a profit, I plan to acquire this nonsensical newspaper..."
Draco and Pansy both chose to listen silently to the rosy future described by Blaise Zabini.
He bluntly stated that after a period of intense public smear campaigning, he would acquire the shares held by the other Hogwarts School Board Member and ultimately force the abolition of the Owl Court.
"Another one gone mad," Marcus chuckled to himself from a short distance away.
Daphne, who was sitting at the edge of the long table, was relieved.
Hermione had told her about Gwent's positioning and some preparations before its release.
If it's a price war, she thinks Vincent will most likely hire someone to buy up Wizard Cards at rock-bottom prices.
The selling price is far below cost, so buying it back will definitely make you a profit.
If they were even more unscrupulous, it wouldn't be impossible for them to sell the Wizard Cards at a 20% discount when there's a severe shortage in the market.
Unfortunately Lucius and his men aren't stupid; they'll only let Zabini and his mother mess around once or twice at most.
Shop 103, Diagon Alley South Street.
A blond, blue-eyed young man sat on a sofa in the dimly lit shop, slowly opening an envelope with a question mark on it.
"Greengrass, huh..."
The upper left corner of the letter caught fire.
He seemed oblivious to the pain, letting the flames burn his right hand.
"Its secrecy is good, but its power needs to be improved."
With his perfectly intact right hand snapping his fingers, the dimly lit shop became bright again.
Cards floated beneath the white ceiling;
On either side of the main entrance is a large glass cabinet containing many adorable chibi-style characters.
At the very center is a giant metal pool with intricate patterns;
In the center of the black and white floor on both sides, there is a "?" symbol of opposite color;
A dozen or so red sofas were placed facing each other, with many card-sized indentations on the tabletop of the coffee table in the middle.
The young man sat on the sofa at the back, waving with a smile at the table next to the metal pool.
He caught the parchment and quill that Accio automatically and wrote down encrypted Magical Runes.
The signature was Viktor D. Brad.
The recipient was Vida Rosier, who was in France.
After writing it down, Viktor cut his right palm and dripped a Deathly Hallows symbol onto the coffee table in front of him.
He folded the parchment in half and placed it in the center, watching his blood slowly disappear into the air.