Gentlemen Wielding Scythes

By comparison, Gwent's launch was far more explosive than Wizard Cards'.

"A guaranteed draw system?" Madam Zabini looked across at them with great interest.

She seemed able to see through the walls, as though she knew exactly what was happening inside.

"Yes. Minister Fudge got nothing rare after two hundred pulls, while the Greengrass girl drew two rare cards in ten pulls."

"Greengrass?" Madam Zabini's face darkened as she turned and coldly stared at a wizard who had slipped into the second batch.

"Y-yes." He did not dare raise his head, his lips trembling.

"Lucretia, there's nothing surprising about this." Old Flint approached with a disdainful expression.

"That brat Wayne tampered with things. Fudge won't let him off easily."

"Please do not address me by my given name." Madam Zabini turned and returned to the shop.

Though it had been extremely subtle, Old Flint still sensed her rejection.

He had no feelings for the woman at home anyway. Privately, they each did as they pleased.

Lucretia Zabini's soon-to-be seventh husband was a high-ranking official at the French Ministry of Magic.

Conquering such a beautiful rose, cursed from birth, would surely bring an unprecedented thrill.

Lucius, who had been silently watching him, quickly concealed the contempt on his face.

Most of the "old friends" had already left. Those remaining were either there out of consideration for them, or had designs on Madam Zabini.

Actual customers? There were none.

The nearly forty thousand Galleons in revenue seemed to crush Gwent, but it was only an appearance.

If they had stuck to their original approach, Wizard Cards really would have been finished.

"Put up the notice." As soon as Lucius finished speaking, Old Crabbe and Old Goyle strode outside with vicious grins.

Gold cards or rare cards, they were all nothing more than