Friday,
A report in "Daily Trivia of the Wizarding World" has caused a stir among card game dealers worldwide.
The Wizard Cards have a flaw, and a very serious one at that.
If Transfiguration and transformed too many times, it will break into a pile of fine crumbs.
Although it is still gold and gemstones, it has lost its original value.
Merchants who held large quantities of Wizard Cards panicked.
The defective batches were from Japan. What about the batches already released in the UK and France, and the batches from Germany, Italy, and Switzerland that are about to be released?
The three Black Swan Wizard Card House were packed with people, including three other houses that had just chosen their locations but hadn't even started renovations yet.
Lucius, who had entered Diagon Alley, retreated with a dark expression.
The card dealers didn't cause any trouble; they were all wizards who made a fortune by increasing the value of their cards.
When he returned to his estate, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, Flint, and Zabini were all there.
Franz Flint loudly questioned:
"Lucius, did you consider the present when you made this decision on your own? You'll surely say it's a coincidence, won't you?"
A defect? It was clearly the work of those barbaric islanders!
"Franz!" Jagos Parkinson shouted at him.
"It's still uncertain whether they were the ones who did it; perhaps the problem was just at the factory."
"Nonsense!" Old Flint glared at him.
"Even if it's a problem with the factory, it's because of this bastard who wants to speed things up!"
He wasn't Death Eaters, nor was Old Parkinson.
The only people present who truly understood why Lucius wanted to expedite the plan were Edgar Crabbe and Ganys Goyle.
Their son was beaten up by the Longbottom family a few days ago, and they were furious when they found out why.
Now that old Flint is questioning them loudly, they can't say that they accelerated the plan because they were afraid Voldemort would return at any moment.
I'm getting more and more frustrated.
Lucretia Zabini noticed the frustrated expressions on their faces.
"Lucius, are you hiding something from Edgar and Ganymede?"
Old Flint's eyes widened. "Ha—you're so scared of a mere rumor? The Malfoy Family has fallen!"
Old Parkinson fell silent.
Given Lucius's personality, he wouldn't normally be so eager for quick success.
The current accelerated global expansion of Wizard Cards clearly indicates that some crisis has been encountered.
There is only one answer.
Lucius's cold eyes met those of old Flint.
"Franz, you know very well what will happen when he comes back."
We are all golden pigs waiting to be slaughtered; golden pigs that will be slaughtered if we fail to satisfy him.
"That's your problem!" Old Flint stood up, pointed at his nose, and started yelling:
"If anyone's going to be killed, it'll be you, you selfish bastard!"
"I, Lucretia, and Iagos are different from you. Why should we be afraid of that persistent ghost!"
"Ha—" Lucius sneered, "Frantz, do you dare say that again in front of him?"
Old Flint's anger now far outweighed his past fear, and he blurted out the words almost without thinking:
"What's there to be afraid of!"
"I dare point my finger at him and say it again, do you dare bring him to me?!"... Old Crabbe and Old Goyle shrank back.
This isn't a question of whether we dare or not, but rather a question of whether we can.
Before Voldemort is found, the Ministry of Magic will definitely put them in Azkaban first.
Lucius said with a grim face, "Now that it's happened, making a fuss won't help us."
"He's right." The anger in Madam Zabini's eyes wasn't directed at him.
"How much money I can make is not important to me. What's important is how to solve Wayne and Gwent."
Old Parkinson shook his head helplessly, "Impossible, Lucretia."
"You saw the grand opening ceremony; not only did the headmaster of the magic school attend, but even the Minister of Ministry of Magic personally came."
Lucius suddenly stood up from the sofa.
Ashiya Mie is the wife of the Minister of Japanese Ministry of Magic, so how could Ashiya Takuma possibly support Wizard Cards?
No, he's been tricked.
If he weren't the wife of the Minister for Magic, he would never have believed Yamamoto Tsukumo, who came to beg for food.
"We're in trouble."
Old Flint grabbed him by the collar in a fit of rage, "You damned bastard, how many things are you still hiding from us?!"
"The signature on that magic Contract must be fake." Lucius forcefully pushed away the large hands.
"That Yamamoto Tsukumo has probably already disappeared."
A suspect quickly came to Madam Zabini's mind.
The only one who most desires trouble for the Wizard Cards and most wants to see them suffer is Vincent, who went to Japan during the Christmas holidays.
She didn't believe it was a coincidence; it must have been a premeditated scheme.
"Please, Lucretia— " Old Crabbe and Old Goyle didn't quite believe it.
"Those principals and ministers were just giving his teacher face; maybe even the idea for Gwent was conceived by his teacher."
Old Flint calmed down. "So the person causing us trouble is that little bastard's teacher?"
"That must be it." Old Parkinson looked at Lucius, who was adjusting his collar.
"He destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone himself, so it can no longer be used to make the Elixir of Life."
He wanted to pave the way for his precious apprentice before he died.
"Impossible!" Madam Zabini uttered a shocking piece of news:
"My fiancé told me that Nicolas Flamel had died last year and that his funeral was held secretly in July."
Her future eighth husband is the director of the International Magic Cooperation Office of the French Ministry of Magic, and he knows a lot of confidential information about the global Wizarding World.
"Maybe it's a smokescreen."
"Important figures from various countries' magical governments are all present." Madam Zabini's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"Legov's information is absolutely true; Wayne is one of the principals and ministers he met at the funeral."
Old Parkinson still couldn't believe it. "Lucretia, what makes you so sure your fiancé isn't lying?"
Madam Zabini did not offer any explanation, but simply adjusted her posture slightly.
Faced with such a sexy beauty, none of the men present could resist being aroused.
Lucius felt a chill run down his spine.
This is his estate; Narcissa might be watching him from her room.
"Ahem— Wayne is just a pawn. The one who set up this scheme for us can only be Dumbledore."
They were all somewhat aware of the feud between the two.
Since the Malfoy Family became Hogwarts board members, the two have been engaged in various open and covert struggles for many years.
The battle ended with Lucius losing his board seat and never being able to rejoin it.
They've already won a great victory, yet they still want to wipe them out completely.
"Damn it!" Old Flint's temper flared up again.
"In the end, it's still you who caused this trouble!"
Want us to solve this for you?
I'm telling you, no way!
Lucius, who was in the wrong, did not shirk his responsibility.
He gracefully and calmly smoothed out the wrinkles on his coat.
"Franz, we still don't know whether it was the factory or that Yamamoto who did it."
But Dumbledore's ultimate goal is definitely to turn us into rats that everyone hates.
Our only option is to complete the plan as quickly as possible and reap the wealth we can harvest now.
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