There is no use regretting, what matters is how to solve the problem.

Lucius gave old Parkinson a wink, and the latter took a deep breath, then suddenly slapped his forehead hard,

"Merlin--the factory seems to have printed a few fewer cards!"

The old Flint, who was pretending to be angry, grabbed him by the collar and said,

"Asshole! You old guy is in charge of the factory!

Is it already printed? You want to secretly sell it at a high price after a while!"

"No, I really forgot." As soon as old Parkinson finished speaking, he received a big fist in the face.

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle quickly picked him up after he fell to the ground.

"Franz, Argos has a bad memory, so it's understandable that he forgot."

"Hmph——" Old Flint, who was stared at by the Aurors, unclenched his fist.

What a bitter trick!

Dumbledore kept smiling throughout the whole process, as if he wanted to give them some applause and encouragement.

Lucius bit the bullet and met Fudge's questioning gaze.

"Minister Fudge, this is just a small accident. We will rectify it as soon as possible."

Fudge waved the Aurors to continue searching.

Umbridge wisely stepped forward and stood between the two of them,

"Mr. Malfoy, we are not here to investigate whether the probability of the wizard card is as advertised."

Her sharp voice seemed a little more pleasant to the ears, "We are here to investigate how valuable its workmanship and materials are."

The recycling price of a set of cards is 500,000 Galleons. How much profit can be obtained after removing the cost?

What is it that supports value?

It is this that Royston Edwind questions.

Millicent Bagnall vaguely mentioned the revelation of a scam that only appeared in the Daily Prophet and then disappeared without a trace within half an hour.

If it is really an illusory bubble, what will be left after it bursts?

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Chapter completed!