More Than 600,000! (Thanks to Burning Moon King Realm of Egret Island for the power of love!)

"Oh! My dear Sue- Fuli! Good afternoon! You... you're here for a visit?" Before Su Yu even got close, Roberts, who had seen Su Yu from afar, jogged over to Su Yu's side and bowed to greet him.

"Oh? Roberts, you seem to be doing quite well lately. How much money have you made?" Su Yu asked Roberts unhurriedly.

"Thank you for your help, young master. Regarding the question of how much money we've made, I'm not entirely sure myself. As you instructed, I only accept large gold coins, about the size of a hubcap, with different tiers based on the number of people and the size of the venue. Yesterday, I heard from your men that we already have over six hundred thousand coins." Roberts cautiously rubbed his hands together. "But if I may be frank, young master, are these foreigners trying to scam you? Who carries such large gold coins around? Young master, please be careful they don't use counterfeit money!"

"What?! Over 600,000 Galleon?!" The Weasley twins were stunned! How much money is that, Merlin's beard!

"What's the big deal?" Ka-jie glanced disdainfully at the two spineless duo, unaware that Harry, Sirius, and the Weasley family were staring at Su Yu in shock.

"Don't feel pressured, Roberts. My people will keep an eye on those things. You don't need to worry about anything else. Just do your job." Su Yu comforted Roberts and then turned to lead his group to rest aside.

"Su Yu, what... what's going on?" Hermione was the first to ask this question. Her clever little brain was not enough to process it all. How did it become Su Yu charging the Muggle when they were supposed to be charging them?

"Okay, let me start from the beginning. When I learned that the Ministry of Magic was going to use this land to host the Quidditch World Cup final, I spent £100,000, oh, that's 20,000 Galleon, to buy the entire village."

"What? You mean, this land belongs to you now? Such a big place?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes, Butler Carson negotiated it, and even that was more than they were entitled to, otherwise they wouldn't have agreed so readily. Then, I used the Goblin traitor thing to threaten the Goblin at Gringotts, making them work for me for free. Every day, they send out many Goblin who drink Polyjuice Potion, turning them into twisted workers, to collect Galleon here, which are then handed over to them by Muggle like Roberts. Of course, Roberts doesn't know what Galleon are; he just thinks they're some kind of foreign currency. The wizards who came from afar also feel like they've made a good deal. They no longer have to awkwardly hand over a handful of Muggle money and painfully pretend to be Muggle to get by. The most relaxed one is the Ministry of Magic; they don't have to use Obliviate to maintain the Muggle ' status all the time."

"How could you have earned over 600,000 Galleon in just two weeks?" The Weasley twins were eager to know the answer.

"It's simple. I had Roberts tell them the venue fee is two gold coins per week, so for these 100,000+ spectators, that'll be about 400,000 Galleon in two weeks. Then there's the high-end venue fee, ranging from Galleon to 10,000 Galleon per day per plot. Nobles, they don't care about the money, they only care about face. See that cluster of tents we have? We charge 10,000 Galleon a day there. I also include, but are not limited to, Veela massage services, high-end food services, Fantastic Beasts rental services, merchandise sales services, security services, medical services, etc..."

"My goodness! How much money have you made during this time?" Mr. Weasley felt he couldn't count it on his hands.

"I don't know, Isolde was in charge of all this," Su Yu shrugged. "You know I'm not interested in money."

"Roughly estimated, we've earned over 1.8 million Galleon in the last two weeks, boss," Isolde casually reported to Su Yu.

"Over 180..." George counted on his fingers.

"Wait..." Fred had already fainted.

"Galleon..." Ron was also on the verge of collapse.

"Su Yu! You mean our family is about to become millionaires?" Hermione's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

"Who are you trying to insult? What's wrong with me, a billionaire, going bankrupt and becoming a millionaire?" Su Yu gently tapped Hermione's head.

"Ten billion?..." Hermione also fainted, and was quickly helped down by Daphne next to her. She gave Su Yu a reproachful look, "Just keep showing off, I'll deal with you when we get back!"

Su Yu immediately surrendered, picked up Hermione, and kept pinching her philtrum, hoping that the little aunt would wake up soon.

At this moment, a wizard wearing harem pants flew down. He looked extremely tired, with an unshaven, bluish chin and purplish shadows under his eyes.

"Hey Arthur! You know what? That Ludo Bagman is just making things worse! He's been wandering around everywhere, talking loudly about how to score most efficiently with Bludger and Quaffle, completely ignoring the Muggle around him. Of course, the Fuli family's methods have helped us a lot, but that damn minister! It's made us have to be ready to throw Obliviate and Merlin's beard at any passing Muggle these Tenten! I wish this would all end soon, really! Wait, something's happened over there, see you later, Arthur." Before he could finish, Ludo had stirred up another mess, making him so angry that he immediately Apparition away.

"I thought that as the Minister of Department of Magical Games and Sports," Ginny said, her face full of disbelief, "Mr. Bagman should at least know that you can't talk about Bludger among Muggle, shouldn't he?"

"Um... I suppose... yes," Mr. Weasley chuckled awkwardly. "Ludo has always been... well... a bit careless when it comes to security, but he's a real Quidditch fanatic. You can't find anyone who loves it more than him to be the head of the sporting department. He used to play Quidditch for England, and he was the best Beater Wimbourne Wasps has ever had. Surprising, isn't he?"

Soon after, Bill, Charlie, and Percy arrived, and the group returned to Su Yu's tent, chatting and drinking tea while waiting for the Quidditch World Cup final to begin.

Su Yu was taking a walk outside with the girls. He liked to join in the fun, especially with so many people around; there was bound to be some excitement.

Hermione looked around. She had never seen such a young wizard before. Not far away, she saw a little boy, about two years old, squatting outside a large, four-cornered tent, holding a wand and happily poking a slug on the grass. The slug slowly swelled up to the size of a sausage. Just then, the boy's mother rushed over from a short distance away.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Kevin? You're not allowed... to... touch... your... dad's... wand... again! Ouch!"

Kevin's mom was walking too fast and stepped on a huge slug. With a loud "pop!", the slug exploded. Even from a distance, Su Yu and the others could still hear Kevin's mom yelling, the sound of slapping, and the little boy crying out, "Waaah! Don't hit Mommy! Waaah! You popped the slug! You popped the slug!"

(Yesterday I was collecting fanfiction stories and backgrounds, haha, they were all angst, all of them! Why would a children's book like Harry Potter have so many angst? Fanfiction and games have even more angst... So I thought I couldn't be the only one suffering, right? Hahahaha, you just wait!)