The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

At ten o'clock in the morning, a large number of wizards gathered at the gate of No. 66, Diagon Alley.

It was originally an empty shop, but it has been newly renovated and repaired to give it a new look, with high-end and luxurious everywhere, as if to reflect the magnanimity and wealth of the pure-blood family.

The pure-blood family has long released news that the wand set jointly produced by Moriarty and Nicole Flamel will be on sale soon.

The place of sale is the most prosperous business center in the British wizarding world, that is, No. 66 of Diagon Alley, and the other place is No. 88, Hogsmeade, a wizarding village.

The personnel of the Malfoy family are maintaining order on the spot, and they are very happy that their wife can get the management right of the distribution channel.

Malfoy's owner is dead, but the Malfoy family not only did not decline, but opened two prop shops.

This had to make them wonder if their wife had anything to do with the two makers of the wand set.

But whether it is Moriarty or Nicole Flamel, their ages are too outrageous. One is 12 years old and the other is over 600 years old. It is impossible for Mrs. Malfoy, who is in the golden age, to have an affair with them, right?

Several staff members giggled, until they saw Mrs. Malfoy coming over with a large group of Ministry of Magic officials, and quickly ended the discussion, pretending to concentrate on their work.

Mrs. Malfoy was wearing white gloves, which were placed gracefully on her belly.

She is wearing a white shirt today, the silk fabric has a mature look, and she is wearing a black coat, which contrasts her fair skin even more dazzlingly.

The lower body is a pair of black trousers and white boots. When walking, a gust of wind blows up the hem of the coat.

The wizards found that the deceased husband did not seem to bring too much haze to Mrs. Malfoy, and her face was radiant.

But only Mrs. Malfoy knew the actual situation. After Lucius passed away, everything changed.

The house is a mess and keeps throwing things away. A few days ago, her personal bath towel disappeared.

Fortunately, she enlisted Moriarty's help.

Those greedy pure-blood families immediately dispelled their coveting of her and the property of the Malfoy family.

Mrs. Malfoy was deeply grateful to Moriarty, so when she received Moriarty's letter, she accepted Moriarty's invitation without hesitation.

Originally, the two prop shops were allocated internally by the pure-blood family.

However, Mrs. Malfoy brought a large amount of funds from the Malfoy family, which far exceeded the investment funds of other families, and took over the management rights of the two prop shops logically.

The kind Narcissa thought she helped Moriarty, but she actually fell into Moriarty's trap!

But she doesn't understand these things, she thinks it can increase the influence of the family, just like it is now.

"Dobby? Dobby!" She called to her house-elf, and Dobby ran up to her, and she commanded bossily, "Take Director Scrimgeour to pick up the set of one hundred wands provided to the Ministry of Magic, and then Ready to open the door."

The Auror chief of staff, Rufus Scrimgeour, who was with her, had tawny hair.

Although there are a few strands of gray hair intermingled in his hair and eyebrows, it does not affect his serious demeanor at all. A pair of eagle-like eyes shone sharply under the gold-rimmed glasses.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I thank you on behalf of the British Ministry of Magic." He nodded solemnly to Narcissa.

Mrs. Malfoy glanced at him, nodded slightly, then looked away.

The reserved and noble appearance made Rufus Scrimgeour feel very uncomfortable, but it was nothing, he just wanted to get the wand set and improve the fighting power of the Aurors.

He followed Dobby away, and Mrs. Malfoy walked into the prop shop through the back door and opened the shop door.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" She stretched out her hands in a hug, and the white gloves reflected soft light under the sunlight. "The magic wand set is on sale for a limited time, and the price is 12 silver Sickles!"

The wizards rushed into the prop shop at once, and at the same time they did not forget to whisper to each other.

"Wow!"

“Good civilian price!”

"I heard that the price was very low before, but I didn't expect it to be so low. Could it be a semi-finished product?"

"Dude, I'm thinking too much. Didn't you see that the directors of the Auror office have come? This is a combat tool for the Aurors. There's a big problem—the Malfoy family can't take responsibility!"

When the first wizard got the wand set and used it, he jumped up happily on the spot: "This is the wand set of my dreams, really, I'm not lying, I'm short, my arms are not long, every time I get it from the robe It was always a hassle to pull out the wand, now that trouble is gone!"

He held out his right hand, and the wand jumped out, and he put the wand back in the suit, flicked his wrist, and the wand popped out again.

"Haha, the problem that has plagued me all my life has been solved!" He cheerfully repeated the same action, unable to put it down.

His words were endorsed by many wizards, and he couldn't find an affordable and easy-to-use wand set after drinking Felicia!

And now, they have one.

The only pity is that since the staff of the pure-blood family do not have the powerful magic power of Moriarty and Nicole Flamel, their speed and efficiency in making wand sets is too low.

Perhaps the only advantage is the large number of people.

However, one hundred staff members are not half of Moriarty's, so in the three days when Moriarty disclosed the technology, they only produced 2,000 wand sets.

For the first limited time sale, more than 400 pieces were sold!

Mrs. Malfoy was pleased to see the wizards huddled outside the shop, all eager to buy a wand set for the next limited time sale.

"The next time-limited sale is scheduled for three o'clock in the afternoon." Madam Malfoy said to the staff, "I'm going to Hogsmeade, you look after the store.

If any reporters from the Daily Prophet arrive, allow them to do some interviews, if any foreign Ministry of Magic officials arrive - especially the French! Get them out. "

Madam Malfoy raised her head proudly, walked into the fireplace with long legs, sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, "Hogsmeade 88!"

She flooed no less than a hundred times, and the familiar suction appeared, swirling green flames sucked her away, and emerged in another fireplace.

"Oh dear Sissy, are you here?"

A girl came from outside the fireplace, and Mrs. Malfoy recognized the owner of the voice, her classmate and best friend, Mrs. Parkinson.

Only her classmates and best friends would call her that.

Mrs. Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace, looked at the surrounding environment, and saw that there were wizards standing outside the door and windows, and couldn't help showing a smile.

"How? Sold a few hundred?"

"Ask knowingly! The situation couldn't be better. The first limited-time sale sold 500 pieces, but there are still 500 pieces in stock, which is only enough to sell again."

Mrs. Parkinson looked at Mrs. Malfoy with some envy. Although the unit price of the wand set was not high, as the manager of the two stores, most of the money earned went into Mrs. Malfoy's pocket.

Knowing that Mrs. Malfoy invested a lot of money, she should get the most money, but Mrs. Parkinson was still inevitably jealous.

Who knows what other weird magic props Moriarty and Nicole Flamel will research?

At that time, if Moriarty or Nicole Flamel wants to raise the price, Narcissa will make a lot of money.

Mrs. Malfoy knew what her best friend thought, but she didn't care.

"Where are Draco and Pansy? I didn't see them. You must have left them a wand set." Mrs. Malfoy said lightly, the only thing she could care about was her son.

"Come on, how could we have forgotten them. They are in the Fengya wizard clothing store, where they launched the same wizard robes that were co-branded with Mr. Lockhart."

Mrs. Malfoy walked towards the door, and Mrs. Parkinson hurriedly asked, "What are you going to do? Let them buy it. It's just a few robes."

"I don't feel sorry for the Galleon being spent by my son," Mrs. Malfoy said without turning her head. "I'm just going to tell him that Galleon can't protect him forever. I'm going to take him into Hogwarts to have a look." Look, in the name of the twelve school trustees."

She pushed open the store door, the sun was gentle and there was no breeze, it was a fine day.