Silan followed Lucius into a lavishly decorated drawing room, where she found two people already seated.
"Good evening, Mr. Prewett." Pippin jumped up from the sofa as soon as he saw Silan enter, wiped his hands on his clothes, and shook hands with him.
Draco also stood up to greet him.
Silan and Lucius had barely sat down inside when Pippin excitedly exclaimed, "We've struck it rich this time! I've never seen so much money in my life! The golden Galleon piled up like that are practically blinding!"
Lucius, holding a cup of Black Tea brought by the House-elf Toby, smiled faintly and said casually, "It's definitely more than I expected. The auction was the right decision."
"It's all thanks to Mr. Prewett," Pippin said, still shaken. "I was terrified."
At this point, Pippin glared at Lucius with some displeasure. "Lucius, you are entirely responsible for how things have come to this."
"This is none of my business!" Lucius immediately deflected blame.
"Someone's definitely up to something. Those old fogies from those families are hoping we can't hold the Sale Event."
"They must have conspired all along, just waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves!"
Lucius grew increasingly agitated, looking as if he had suffered a great injustice. "How can you blame me for this?"
"Moreover, I invited Professor Snape and Mr. Prewett in advance precisely to guard against this situation. I have given this matter considerable thought and already have a plan in place. In fact, everything is under my control!"
In the end, Lucius not only went to great lengths to pat himself on the back, but also arrogantly raised his head, mirroring Draco's gesture.
Pippin was speechless, and silently gave Lucius a thumbs up.
He can even pat himself on the back like that; you have to admire how thick-skinned and stubborn he is.
Pippin's wistful gaze swept between Silan and Lucius, and he thought to himself, "There are differences even among Slytherin. Lucius is far inferior to Mr. Prewett in terms of skill."
Draco, sitting opposite Silan, looked enlightened when he heard Lucius say that.
It turns out that all of this was within my father's expectations!
I knew it!
Draco turned his head smugly, raised an eyebrow at Silan, and thought to himself, "See? The Prewett Malfoy family is just that thoughtful, shrewd, and capable!"
Silan had no interest in these trivial matters and interrupted them, "Let's get down to business."
The atmosphere in the reception room instantly turned serious, and everyone composed themselves.
Lucius took out a small box, placed it on the table in front of everyone, and opened it. "There are 18,900 Galleon in total. After deducting costs, our profit will be around 15,000."
This small box has been enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm; the space inside is much larger than it appears from the outside.
Nearly 20,000 Galleon were piled together; in the slightest light, these coins would be so dazzling that it would blind anyone.
Pippin his palm against his knee and couldn't help but rub it.
His throat moved, but he couldn't utter a word; he only felt his breathing become rapid.
Nearly 20,000 Galleon!
This is just the profit from one transaction!
"Money can be made like this?!" Pippin in amazement.
Silan was also somewhat surprised. Although he had been listening to the offers, he hadn't carefully calculated the total amount of money involved in the transaction.
The sight of nearly 20,000 Galleon piled up before him was indeed quite a shock.
Lucius, now beaming with pride, declared, "This is just a small amount. Our business is a steady stream; there's plenty more to come."
That was actually a bit of a lie.
Although the Malfoy family is indeed wealthy, a business that can profit tens of thousands of Galleon in a single transaction is still terrifying.
Unfortunately, the lion's share belongs to Silan, so he can only be envious and can only maintain his aristocratic demeanor and pretend not to care.
Lucius then placed two small boxes, each enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm, on the table, drew his wand, and prepared to divide the money.
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Malfoy," Silan suddenly interrupted him.
"What's wrong?"
"Let me handle this," Silan said with a smile.
Although it was a bit strange, Lucius did as he was told.
Silan took out his wand and tapped the small box containing gold coins with the tip.
All the Galleon instantly flew out of the box, swirling and gathering together in the air.
Under Silan's control, these gold coins were stacked in groups of 100, forming a cylinder that then formed a square array in the air.
The soft light from the Crystal chandelier shone on the Galleon, making it Winky and dazzle so much that one had to squint to see it.
More than a hundred Galleon columns are neatly arranged, which is breathtaking just to look at them.
Silan's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.
He liked, even became obsessed with, the feeling of dividing up the profits.
Life and death are in his hands.
This solid sense of control made him feel very safe.
After deducting the cost of making the next batch of Potions, the net profit is 15,000 Galleon.
Of these, the Pippin, had 1,500 pieces.
Lucius has 30%, which is 4,500 pieces.
The remaining 60%, or 9,000 Galleon, all went to Silan.
This doubled his wealth in one go!
Silan was very satisfied with this.
After the three men divided the loot and received their actual spoils, their expressions became relaxed and cheerful.
Lucius snapped his fingers, and Toby brought over four Butterbeer, giving one to each person.
Cheers to our partnership and the Galleon!
The four men raised their glasses, clinked them together, and drank heartily.
Draco swirled his wine glass, a smug look on his face, as if to say, "The four of us are really awesome."
"I've had a really tough day," Draco thought.
Although he hadn't done anything, he felt exhausted.
The atmosphere in the reception room became lively, and the group chatted casually in a relaxed mood.
After exchanging a few words, Silan felt the time was right and looked at Lucius, saying, "Mr. Malfoy, there's something else I need to tell you."
Lucius was in a good mood and put down his cup. "Please speak."
Silan said slowly, "I find it somewhat regrettable that you were removed from the Hogwarts School Governor."
Upon hearing his words, Lucius's expression changed, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.
This was an utter disgrace to him, and he never expected that even Prewett knew about it.
Silan swirled her glass, a look of regret on her face, and said, "You're an excellent School Governor. I was shocked when I learned of this and even suggested to Headmaster Dumbledore that you be reinstated."
"Really?" Lucius was taken aback, but quickly found it hard to believe.
Would Dumbledore listen to a Third Year wizard like him? He had applied several times, but hadn't succeeded.
Although he had some doubts, Lucius suddenly found it unsurprising when he thought that even Snape had almost dueled with Master Charlemagne for his sake.
Silan smiled and nodded, not in a hurry to speak.
Anxious Lucius sat up straight and asked urgently, "What was the result? Did Headmaster Dumbledore agree?"
"That's certainly difficult," Silan sighed, shaking her head. "Headmaster Dumbledore said it's putting him in a difficult position."
Lucius clicked his tongue in disappointment, then slowly leaned back on the sofa, looking somewhat deflated.
I was too happy too soon.
Even his attempts to bribe other School Governor and repeatedly submit applications were rejected, let alone Prewett's.
How could Dumbledore possibly listen to him?
Seeing the unpredictable expression on Lucius's face, Silan felt the time was right, so she took out the letter of recommendation and placed it in front of him.
"Fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore took my suggestion seriously and felt that it would be a good thing for you to return to the Board of Governors."
"This is a letter of recommendation..."