The Wizard Cards collector's edition was released in just one day.
Although it's just a prototype, the materials used are incredibly luxurious.
It uses a large amount of high-value, complete gemstones, and a small amount of rare and valuable Mithril as embellishment.
The factory is operating at full capacity, and at the same time, it has begun its promotional campaign.
"One ticket guaranteed for every 1000 draws?" Ron, who was having breakfast in the Great Hall, was so shocked that he spat out the cereal he had just put in his mouth.
"Old Malfoy and his gang are obviously robbing us!"
Harry, standing next to him, shook the cereal off his newspaper and continued reading.
With such a low probability, its value must be even higher.
Limited to 20 sets, with an official buyback price of 500,000 yuan per set.
A set of 122 Wizard Cards costs 4000 per card.
Ron gasped in shock.
He had never even seen 4,000 Gold Galleons, let alone 4,000 Knut.
Harry was also somewhat unsettled.
Even with such a magnificent vault, one could probably only scrape together two sets of gold if they had incredible luck.
There are 10 million in total, I wonder who will get a share.
Vincent, sitting across the long table, seemed a little unsettled.
Men are still men after all.
His plan to reclaim a single item was too simplistic; reclaiming a complete set would be far more likely to drive the wizards into a frenzy.
Four thousand is just the minimum; for someone who is short of a card, even forty thousand is something they would want to get their hands on.
The buyback price is 500,000, but who knows which of the 122 cards were the last ones to be released?
One card is drawn out of every thousand, and a set costs at least 122,000 Gold Galleons.
Even if the profit margin is very small, 20 sets is still quite a lot.
Moreover, since they've resorted to such shameless official buybacks, they'd definitely dare to sell a few of those tickets privately at a high price—tickets that just won't come out no matter what.
Before the final 20 cards and the guaranteed 20,000 draws, even if the players can't find a suitable scapegoat, they can still declare the Wizard Cards bankrupt and go straight for a bunch of Gold Galleons.
"Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic have a dedicated tax department to audit accounts...?"
Vincent closed the newspaper to himself.
"What tax department?"
The more Neville listened, the more impressed he became with the department's incredible capabilities.
Especially those from North America, particularly America.
Even if a gang leader is involved in drug trafficking, smuggling, running casinos, or committing all sorts of bad deeds and evading taxes, the IRS will use every means to audit their accounts and then send them a list of the taxes they are owed.
If payment is not made within the specified period, all bank assets will be frozen.
"Can they find everyone in the country?" James asked curiously, squeezing between the two.
"They just target the wealthy middle class." Vincent glanced instinctively at the Slytherin table.
"If I remember correctly, you can get a 30% tax bonus if you successfully report it."
If the Ministry of Magic had a similar tax department, it wouldn't have to rely on donations from gentlemen to make ends meet.
Hermione, with her ears perked up, silently made a mental note of it.
Although it was very difficult, she believed she could do it.
April 10th,
The Gwent store in Potsdamer Platz, Germany, has officially opened.
The wizards were all gathered at the back of the square, outside a square building that Muggle couldn't see.
The Black Swan Wizard Card House, which was vandalized once, was under renovation just two weeks ago, but construction suddenly stopped a week ago.
Then, after announcing the Wizard Cards Collector's Edition the following day, Lestrange realized that they had completely given up on developing new overseas markets.
Favorable timing is not as important as favorable location, and favorable location is not as important as harmonious relationships.
With the competitors withdrawing voluntarily and Minister Belge's support, the wizards' expectations were at their peak.
Like France and Japan, Germany's Gwent also has its own unique characteristics.
Following Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic, Fantastic Beasts, Beauxbatons, and the Magic Institute, the sixth and seventh major powers have officially entered the game.
Durmstrang is alright, the key issue is the Wizards' Purity Party.
"Want to control a young Grindelwald and have him fight Dumbledore?" Lestrange snapped his fingers from the rooftop.
"Come on! From today until the 24th, a limited-time increase in drop rates will fulfill your wishes for half a month!"
The gate slowly opened, and the wizards at the front of the line squeezed in immediately.
Compared to the simplicity of the outside, the inside is filled with solemnity and grandeur.
The lighting was dim and the color tone was dark, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.
The most eye-catching card pool in the center features two phoenix designs, one gold and one blue.
The first group of people to enter, Thaddeus, finally understood why Lestrange had been cooperating with the descendants of those Wizards' Purity Party.
To expose the influence of Wizards' Purity Party, the original form is of course the best.
"Principal Karkaroff?"
The gasps behind him made him turn around.
Wearing a white robe, Ingor Karkaroff walked in with a smile.
When Lestrange came down from the rooftop and saw the two shaking hands, his good mood vanished instantly.
Even without Vincent's reminder, he didn't have much affection for Death Eaters.
He had once taken innocent lives, but when he was caught, he claimed that he was under Imperius Curse and then implicated his accomplices. In the end, he changed into a decent outfit and started anew, leaning on a cane.
The reason why evil can grow so wildly is ultimately because the cost of committing crimes is too low.
He suppressed his discomfort and gently grasped the hand that Karkaroff extended.
Thaddeus keenly sensed something.
With the Wizards' Purity Party in place, the Death Eaters probably won't escape either.
No matter how unwilling you are, you have to build a good relationship with the other party.
Karkaroff flashed a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Gentlemen, how about we take a picture together?"
Lestrange really wanted to refuse.
Not only did they show up uninvited, but they also wanted to take a photo with us?
"Sure."
Thaddeus saw through his forced smile.
Such aversion to evil and dark forces suggests they are unlikely to have any connection with the Wizards' Purity Party.
The Great Hall at Hogwarts.
Germany is an hour ahead of Britain, so the students are still having breakfast.
Vincent, who rarely skipped the illegal Apparition Class, looked as uncomfortable as if he'd found a cockroach in his porridge.
He closed the Germany Silver Bat News " in his hand and muttered something in a very low voice.
Neville immediately shrank his neck when he got closer.
It contains a very high amount of mother's milk, and none of them are duplicates.
"Um—is it because Gwent isn't selling well?"
Vincent stopped muttering, "A nuisance has appeared."
Neville flipped through the newspaper and immediately spotted Karkaroff, his large yellow teeth flashing.
Disgusting, just as disgusting as Old Malfoy.
He joined in, using relatively polite language.
Soon, James and Alfred joined in.
Hermione had stayed up all night practicing the Finite Incantatem technique, arrived at the Great Hall and saw the four of them gathered around a newspaper, muttering something.
She leaned closer to listen, glancing at the newspaper before issuing a stern rebuke.
"Cough cough—this pickled radish—this man is, after all, the principal of Durmstrang."
"I don't plan to get to know him anyway," Vincent rolled his eyes and continued muttering.
Neville nodded seriously, "Exactly, he should stay in the Erksta Prison in Germany until he dies."
"You've changed." James, slightly surprised.
Alfred replied matter-of-factly, "It's not surprising. Crabbe and Goyle have been getting the short end of the stick lately, getting beaten up and scrambling away like pigs with gray heads."
Hermione's lips twitched violently. "Isn't that the crux of the problem?"
"Yes, we should continue to greet him politely."
She covered her face and tentatively muttered a few words.
Hmm—it feels pretty good, I feel much more relaxed.