With the Gold Galleons spent and his life saved, Lucius now had only one thought in mind.
Heal! We must heal as soon as possible!
The dragon farm in Romania couldn't be sold, so the elderly father Abraxas Malfoy, lived there.
Shops in Diagon Alley?
The Wizard Cards are highly anticipated, so the money tree certainly can't be sold.
Let's go with peripheral industries then.
Selling some of the shares in the three companies, Cleansweep Nimbus and Comet, and clearing out the inventory in the France herbal plantation should be enough to deal with Dumbledore's side.
As for Fate—well, regarding the Ministry of Magic ...
Lucius gritted his teeth and took out a fine piece of parchment from inside his robe.
He pulled the wand from the Serpent-head Cane and quickly wrote down a long string of numbers.
This is a Contract, a Contract to take Gold Galleons in installments over one year.
Even so, the Ministry of Magic can still take enough from it each month to cover its expenses for half a year.
"Thank you for your generosity, my friend." Fudge carefully placed the Contract in another drawer.
Lucius forced a smile. "Minister Fudge, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."
"Hmm—wait a minute!" Fudge pulled out a small file folder from the scattered pile of parchment on the table.
"My friend, I regret to inform you that from this moment on, you will forever lose your seat on the Hogwarts Board of Governors."
"What!?"
"These are the conditions Albus Dumbledore, and have absolutely nothing to do with me."
"I understand," Lucius with a gloomy face.
"Please have Minister Fudge convey to him that the Malfoy Family will no longer provide any resources, including money."
"I will tell him, my friend."
He smiled and said goodbye to Fudge before leaving.
The Malfoy Family's loss of control over Hogwarts had a significant impact that afternoon.
Draco was the first to be affected.
The contrast between being the son of a former School Board Member and becoming an ordinary student was so stark that he lost his temper on the spot.
He smashed almost everything that could be smashed in the Black Swan Club Room.
"Hey~" Fred said sarcastically from the doorway, "Isn't this our future School Board Member? Why are you suddenly throwing a tantrum?"
"Where is the future?" George chuckled, squeezing half his body in. "His dad's not even on the School Board Member anymore; he doesn't know how many years he'll have to struggle on his own."
"Wow, when did this happen?"
"It's noon!" He took out a copy of the Daily Prophet, cleared his throat, and began to read aloud:
"Breaking News! Malfoy Loses His Seat on the Hogwarts Board of Directors!"
According to repeated confirmations by our senior reporters, the Malfoy Family, who had invested countless resources, were officially expelled from Hogwarts this morning.
"Shut up!"
George raised his voice. "This may be a sign of decline. Hopefully, the Malfoy Family can weather this storm."
I said shut up!
"According to sources, they were involved in a very serious incident, which forced them to give up their seats on the board of directors."
"Are you two deaf?!" Draco's neck veins bulged, and his little face turned frighteningly red. "I told you to shut up! Didn't you hear me?!"
Fred and George exchanged a glance and both said sarcastically, "Why should we listen to an ordinary Malfoy?"
"You—you all!"
"Oh dear, is he going to hit someone?"
"It seems so~"
They took off running back to the Owl Court Club Room the street.
"Hehehe~ Come and fight us if you dare~"
Draco, furious and fuming, clutched his chest and staggered to the other side.
"Oh no! Malfoy's going to hit someone!"
"Help! He's so scary!"
Draco's little head was buzzing, and his breathing became increasingly heavy.
Just as he was about to faint, Vincent, holding a small bottle filled with black smoke, walked past him toward the Owl Court Club Room.
"Stand still!"
He turned around in confusion. "Were you calling me?"
"Wayne!" Draco's flushed little face was particularly frightening.
However, Vincent was not frightened; in fact, he almost burst out laughing.
"Is it funny?"
"Pfft—a little."
"Wayne!!!"
He leaned back with obvious disgust, quickly covering his ear, which was closest to the source of the sound, with his free hand.
Are you crazy?
Draco suddenly laughed instead of getting angry, but his thin little body still trembled.
"Ha—go ahead and laugh at me while you can!"
His fair face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression. "You all better remember this: the humiliation I suffered today will be repaid to you tenfold in the future!"
"Oh." Vincent shook his head quite calmly, like a doctor about to hand a diagnosis to a patient.
"Very well, Wayne! Once I graduate from this lousy school..."
He ignored Draco, who was in a frenzied state.
However, the red-haired men were very happy to serve.
Fred gave him a disdainful look. "Oh dear—it seems he's suffered a serious mental blow, and his mind is starting to go a little crazy."
"That's right~" George clicked his tongue. "Everyone, let's go. I heard that if things get out of hand in this situation, they might even fight their own people."
Percy stepped forward with a stern face. "Malfoy, this is the Owl Court. Your Black Swan is over there."
Harry and Ron, who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, could only see an extremely frantic figure from behind.
He punched Crabbe in the stomach and then kicked Goyle in the shin.
The students who remained outside all cast admiring glances at George.
They really attacked their own people, and they beat them up badly.
Tsk tsk, what a character...
When he goes crazy, he won't even spare his underlings, let alone others.
They didn't dare linger nearby and all returned to the Owl Court Club Room to talk quietly.
"It's hopeless." Seamus shook his head and pointed to the tightly closed door across the street.
"Malfoy didn't have many things to be proud of at school to begin with, and now that he's out of that skin, he's finally showing his true colors."
Dean shrugged at him. "Isn't Old Malfoy still around? He shouldn't be on the verge of a breakdown, right?"
"Naive!" Seamus rolled his eyes. "Didn't you realize Malfoy is already dead?"
"Weren't they still inside, locking themselves in the door and beating people?"
"That's why I said you're naive!" He shifted his position slightly to the side, seemingly trying to get as far away from Dean as possible.
"Malfoy could no longer rise to his former heights; it was as if he were dead."
"Yeah, we didn't really pay him any attention anyway."
"That's right, just treat him like a mad dog from now on."
Their conversation wasn't quiet, and it quickly spread throughout the Club Room.
Within half an hour, the news had spread throughout the entire castle.