Chapter 327: No Polish, Ysera's Dream Seed
The saints present would not have any objection to any order given by Grindelwald, and would only carry it out firmly.
Two hours later, the German Ministry of Magic was taken over.
No large-scale conflicts occurred during the entire process, because the power of the Saints had long since infiltrated their former base camp.
Those Ministry of Magic officials who were not on the same side were subdued without any preparation, and they only accounted for 20% of the total number of people.
This doesn't mean that all these people are saints. Grindelwald doesn't recruit people so casually.
It's simply because this country still misses its past glory and is dissatisfied with the current situation.
Although the German Ministry of Magic is still a behemoth, its international status is not even as good as that of neighboring small countries.
Moreover, the fines imposed that year have not been paid yet, and it has to live a tight life every year.
Many of the Aurors who went to Gregorovitch's Wand Shop to capture Grindelwald last time were actually reluctant to go. They even hoped that Grindelwald could come back and be as powerful as before, leading them to charge again.
After the battle with Dumbledore, Grindelwald had proven his strength, so this time it was as smooth as a drill, and he "captured the Ministry of Magic without bloodshed."
After his success, Grindelwald's first action was to send someone to "invite" Gregorovitch over.
The person who went this time was an Auror from the Ministry of Magic. "Four-Oz"
Gregorovitch didn't notice anything wrong and just followed him.
When he arrived at the Minister's office, he saw Grindelwald sitting in the main seat and the former Minister of Magic standing respectfully behind him.
His legs went weak and he almost fell.
"G...Grindelwald? Why are you here?"
Grindelwald smiled playfully and said, "From now on, the Ministry of Magic, and the entire German wizarding community, will be called... Never mind, why am I telling you all this.
"Mr. Gregorovitch, the wand you made is of such poor quality that it can't even last a full battle."
Grindelwald waved his hand and said, "You will live in the Ministry of Magic from now on. When you create a wand that satisfies me, I will let you go. Tell the guard what materials you need.
They'll help you find it.
"Mr. Grindelwald, I have other wizards to serve. You can't..."
Grindelwald waved his hand, and the Aurors led the old man away. "Rhinedort, gather your men. I will not offer any assistance this time. If you want to restore our former glory, you must prove your worth and determination."
German Minister of Magic, Britz Rheindottir, bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Grindelwald, you will see a satisfactory result. We have been waiting for these ten days for fifty years.
"Go ahead."
Grindelwald closed his eyes, and Rhinedot quietly walked out of the office.
Two and a half hours later, the Polish Ministry of Magic was occupied, shocking the world.
The Ministers of Magic who received the news were dumbfounded. How come the fall was even faster this time than last time?
That evening, the two Ministries of Magic simultaneously issued statements announcing their withdrawal from the International Confederation of Wizards and prohibiting all foreign wizards from entering. Otherwise, the Aurors had the right to detain or even kill any "intruders."
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Of course, as long as you can prove that you are a saint, you are welcome to come.
Grindelwald carefully reflected on the reasons for his previous failure. Losing to Dumbledore was just the final result and it could not all be attributed to this.
He found that he was too impatient and had spread his business too thin, which led to an unstable base. Although his power seemed to be expanding rapidly amidst the mixed crowd, in fact, many people were not convinced at heart.
Tom has done a great job in the past two years and has helped to screen out a group of reliable personnel.
In the future, he will also advance step by step, gradually expanding his sphere of influence to the entire European continent, implementing elite management, and firmly grasping the basic base.
It was a very busy night. After receiving the news, neighboring countries sent people to inquire about the situation.
On the one hand, he wanted to take this opportunity to appease his new followers and show them his strength. On the other hand, he also wanted to see if Dumbledore would come [If he came, he would have to communicate well.
Unfortunately... the spies have captured dozens of them, but Dumbledore didn't show up.
The next day, Hogwarts became a branch of the International Federation of Wizards. Wizards from all over the world kept coming. Dumbledore had no choice but to go to the Ministry of Magic to prevent these people from affecting the students.
But the students have been affected by this explosive news, and they are even discussing in class whether a world war will break out in the future.
In desperation, Professor McGonagall could only use one trick to calm the students' hearts—exams!
You're about to take exams, why are you still worrying about the world war?
Sure enough, the little wizards all became obedient, and De lie began to review what they had learned this semester.
Tom was working hard to research alchemical creatures that could produce my chat and most alchemical items on his behalf.
The situation is tense now. The orders he has received have far exceeded his production capacity. Even if he works until school starts after Christmas, he will not be able to complete half of the work by himself.
He was already proficient in spiritual extraction, but what he lacked now was memory, a memory that could accommodate his alchemical knowledge and allow alchemical creatures to master and digest it.
He can extract information from his own mind, but information does not necessarily mean memory. He must create a memory that the alchemical creature has actually experienced.
Finally, Tom came up with a solution—dream.
There is almost no difference between a clear dream and a real experience, and it can even be understood as a story happening in another world [There is a big man with a bitter face who can still preach in his dream
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He told Ravenclaw about this idea, and Ravenclaw agreed. "It's a unique perspective. Dreams are highly extensible. In just one night, we can experience half a lifetime. But while weaving dreams is easier than weaving memories, it's still no easy task."
Tom smiled slightly. What was he? A wall hanger.
The promotion rate of the topic I talked about recently has exceeded 20%, and he has won 500 achievement points and a chance to win a mid-level lottery, and the nature of the reward is related to dreams.
[Emerald Dream's Dream Seeds: Consuming seeds to construct dreams can nourish spiritual power and enhance life energy.]
The reward given by the system was a bag of dream seeds. He counted them and found there were fifty in total. Alchemical creatures did not need mental power or life energy, so as long as a stable and reliable dream was determined, it could be implanted repeatedly.
In addition to trying out the effects himself, he also planned to give the remaining ones to Daphne and others, especially Astoria, who really needed a treasure that could enhance her life energy.
Ravenclaw was impressed by the effect of the seeds. Even though she was no longer surprised by Tom's magical powers, she borrowed a few to study. Of course, they were only illusory projections in the learning space, so there was no need to worry about loss.
As for the experimental subjects in dreams...Tom was originally going to do it himself, but Ariana volunteered to be his guinea pig, and her reason was very strong - she likes to study, and if she could study in her dreams, she could save time and not affect her sleep.
But Tom suspected that Ariana was just being lazy, studying during sleep and watching movies during the day.
Recently, Tom showed her some Hong Kong movies, and the little girl is addicted to watching them, especially Jacky Chan's movies, and she watches each one many times.
But let him be lazy, even if Ariana doesn't learn at all, he won't say anything, just do whatever makes him happy, he doesn't expect Ariana to go out and help him get rewards in the future
"What do you think? How much did you write down?"
After another dream adjustment, Tom woke Ariana and asked. The girl thought carefully for a while and said a lot of things intermittently. Tom's brows were furrowed.
The girl shrank her neck: "Am I too stupid, Tom?"
Tom came back to his senses, smiled, and shook his head. "It's not that you're stupid. People remember dreams unconsciously, so it's normal to remember less than usual. I'm just thinking about how to speed up the dream cycle. Well, there are still some details that need to be improved."
It is not easy to construct a dream that is realistic enough. Many parts are illogical or too jumpy, which will lead to vague memory.
As December approached, Tom became quiet, transforming himself into a dream maker every day to enrich and enrich his dreams.
Hogwarts also became much quieter with the arrival of exams.
Even if the storm outside was so strong that it affected half of the European continent, it could not affect here at all.
Grindelwald did not expand his territory, but his appeal to the saints triggered waves of activity. Every day, wizards went to Berlin through various means. Some were descendants of former saints, while others were followers of his ideas.
Naturally, the Ministries of Magic of various countries would not sit idly by and allow Grindelwald to grow his power.
The border between Germany and Poland became a battlefield, with a large number of conflicts breaking out every day.
The German Ministry of Magic and the Saints protected people, while Aurors from other countries arrested people.
But Grindelwald had no moral principles and bullied the weak. Although he did not kill anyone, he seriously injured many wizards and destroyed countless wands.
He neither arrests nor kills people, he just tortures them physically and mentally and then lets them go.
Of course, it takes one's own people to spread fear and make it deeply rooted in people's hearts. The young people nowadays... are so ignorant that there are actually 5.8 young and energetic Aurors who want to challenge him and become famous in a battle, and there are quite a few such people.
Even after being cured, you will still drool.
Originally, Dumbledore wanted to wait and see, waiting for Grindelwald to reveal a flaw before delivering a fatal blow, but now he can't wait any longer.
If things continue like this without finding a flaw, the Ministry of Magic of other countries will collapse.
Now some people are either threatening or asking him to take action.
In order to avoid being shackled like he was seventy years ago, Dumbledore left Hogwarts during the students' exams and blocked Grindelwald at the border between Germany and France.
Seeing Dumbledore suddenly appear, Grindelwald frowned and threw the unconscious Auror aside.
"I'm not in the mood to fight you today. If you want to chat, come with me.
After saying this, he Apparated away without waiting for Dumbledore's consent.
The place where the two met happened to be in the Vosges Mountains. Grindelwald knew that Fleur's grandmother's Veela tribe was nearby. If a fight broke out and affected Polana, Tom would definitely torture him.
So even if he was eager to compete with Dumbledore, today was definitely not a good time.
Dumbledore didn't think too much. After Grindelwald disappeared, he immediately followed the spatial trajectory and used his follower to reveal himself to catch up. Soon, the two appeared in a cafe in Lyon.
Chapter 328: The Offensive and Defensive Trends Change, The Correct Way to Treat Uninvited Guests
"The last time we sat together for coffee was in Paris, right?"
Grindelwald stirred his coffee with a spoon, a playful smile on his face. "I really didn't expect you to follow me... Let me guess, are you here to seek peace with me?"
Dumbledore calmly shook his head. "I don't understand why you suddenly broke out of prison. The magic world has not recovered from the damage it has done. Stop it, Gellert. Don't let any more innocent people die."
"Your ambition is doomed to fail, and struggling will only bring more pain."
"Ambition?" Grindelwald's smile widened. "What do you think my ambition is right now? Albus, I've always said people change. Why are you spending decades trying to figure me out?"
The man in front of him felt unfamiliar to him. This feeling of losing control had never occurred to him even in the worst situations he had faced before, because with his understanding, he could guess what Grindelwald would do next and what he was planning to do.
But it's not possible now. The future is shrouded in thick fog, and Grindelwald's series of actions after escaping from prison seem to him to have no pattern at all.
"Albus, I'm going to change my way of living."
Grindelwald leaned back in his chair, his expression relaxed. "Since I failed last time against the rules of the world, I'll blend in this time. Have you seen me kill anyone these days?"
"Is it illegal for two Ministries of Magic to withdraw from the International Federation of Wizards? So, Dumbledore, are you going to interfere in other countries' internal affairs like those insects?"
"You are sophistry." Dumbledore said seriously: "If you hadn't instigated them and even sent people to occupy the Polish Ministry of Magic, would they have made such a decision?"
"Hahaha...
I didn't instigate them, I gave them courage."
Grindelwald said with a mocking smile, "Albus, wizards these days have completely lost their passion.
As long as I don't launch an all-out war, they won't make up their minds to capture me at all costs.
Instead, they'll just keep arguing like this.
What can you do?"
"I will defeat you once again. There is no place for you in this world." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, but with unimaginable determination [as if he was telling something that was bound to happen.
"No, you can't." Grindelwald suddenly leaned forward, speaking in a very oppressive tone. "You are old, Albus. You are more powerful now, and your control of spells is even greater than mine. And that wand..."
"But your heart is exhausted, your body has become a burden, you can't control them, but I am different, I have a stronger body and soul, and more importantly... as long as I don't want to fight to the death, you can't stop me, Aberforth, the offensive and defensive situation has changed.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. "You made a Horcrux?"
"Of course not."
Grindelwald scoffed and drummed his fingers on the table. "Do you think I'm a fool like Voldemort? His incomplete soul allows him to live like a paramecium in this world. I will never be able to split my soul in my lifetime."
He said this as if he had the final say. Even the soul and spirit body left by Ravenclaw were forcibly gathered together, and he had no ability to split them even if he wanted to.
Dumbledore sighed, "I really don't want to be entangled with you anymore."
"That's not up to you." Grindelwald drank the last of his coffee and stood up. "Fight, join, or sit back and do nothing. There's no fourth option."
"Go back and tell those Ministers of Magic that I'm targeting more than just these two countries. If you surrender now, I can give you some preferential treatment. Don't wait until I come knocking on your door before you beg for mercy.
After saying this, Grindelwald's body disappeared in the cafe like the wind, but the tourists around him did not notice anything unusual.
Dumbledore sat there for a long time before leaving.
"Wenda, go calculate how much liquid funds the two Ministries of Magic have, as well as Gringotts, extort more from those goblins, and then use all the liquid funds to give to Tom.
After parting with Dumbledore, Grindelwald returned to the German Ministry of Magic and started to do his business.
He did not forget the purpose of his escape from prison, which was to better help Tom become stronger and complete those strange trial tasks, and he also had a sense of urgency in his heart.
Andros will be resurrected in the near future. He can't beat that pervert, but he can't be outdone in other aspects, right?
How could the proud Grindelwald tolerate this?
So regardless of anything else, at least help Tom complete this trial mission and see if he can help with the next mission, so that Andros will have nothing to do after he is resurrected and will obediently serve him as his assistant.
Wenda Rozier did not leave immediately, but reported: "We have done statistics before. Berlin is fine, and the capital flow is positive. However, because of the annual reparations repayment, it is not rich.
"As for Warsaw..." Rosier said with a speechless expression, "Their Ministry of Magic is rotten to the core. It relies on reparations and support from other countries every year to maintain normal operations."
Grindelwald frowned, a cold look in his eyes. "What a bunch of rubbish! They can't even keep the most useless Galleon."
Twirling the ring on his finger, Grindelwald pondered a countermeasure. "Then we should scrape more money from Gringotts. Don't let all the spies go free. Capture them all and make the Ministry of Magic pay for their ransom."
"yes."
Rozier retreated with the order.
At Hogwarts, Tom didn't know that Grindelwald had taken over two paupers, and he was still thinking that the task could be completed quickly.
But besides the fact that things were not going well there, there were also other people who wanted to interfere with his money-making plans.
After the last day of exams, cheers of relief were heard in the classroom. The little wizards almost threw down their quills and rushed out of the classroom to celebrate their hard-earned freedom.
Next, they will have a wonderful vacation of nearly a month.
Thanks to Professor McGonagall's reminder and the advice of other deans, this year should be the year with the largest number of students staying at Hogwarts for Christmas in its history. More than half of the students plan to stay, and even Hermione is not planning to go back.
She knew that Tom was very busy during every holiday, so she decided to stay in school to study and go home when she had time during the summer vacation.
Buzz!
As he walked out of the classroom, the address book in his pocket vibrated. He originally thought it was a message from Fleur or Gabrielle, but when he opened it, it was actually Fudge looking for him.
[Fat Head and Big Ears Pretending to Be an Adult: Mr. Riddle, can you come to the Ministry of Magic? Someone wants to see you. I have asked Dumbledore for leave on your behalf. You can go directly to the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace in the office.]
Tom laughed after reading it.
He is a student at school. It is normal for a student to go to the teacher's office to see the teacher, and he won't say anything.
But who are you, Fudge? You let me go just like that?
Who gave you the face?
Tom simply said no, put away his notebook, and went downstairs with Daphne. They were going to ask Professor Sprout for some prickly bulb seeds to plant at Greengrass Manor and his own home.
But Tom didn't expect that that night, Fudge came to his door with someone who wanted to see him.
Principal's office.
"Mr. Riddle, this is Robert Graves, Head of Security for the International Auror Office. Um... you could think of him as the Scrimgeour of the International Federation of Witches."
Fudge was smiling, and didn't seem to be angry at all because of Tom's refusal in the afternoon. He introduced the uninvited guests to him tonight.
Robert has a typical Gallic appearance, tall and strong, with long brown hair scattered casually, a high nose bridge, and extremely aggressive eyes. He has been staring at Tom since he came to the office, as if he wants to see through him.
Tom nodded expressionlessly. "I've heard a lot about you. Professor Wilkinson slept with his wife, and had his nephew's fiancée abducted by him, right?"
Fudge's smile froze on his face. Robert's eyes flashed fiercely, but his expression remained unchanged. He said calmly, "Mr. Riddle seems to have a deep malice towards me. Is it because Wilkinson was your professor?"
"It seems he did a good job. Even after being away for so long, his students still remember his good deeds."
Tom looked at him as if he were an idiot. "What are you talking about? Who said I hate you for having anything to do with Wilkinson?"
"First, I told Minister Fudge today that I didn't want to see you, yet you still came. That's uncultured. Secondly, you stared at me the moment I walked in. That's also uncultured."
"Why should I be polite to someone as low-brow and arrogant as you?"
Fudge was dumbfounded, not knowing why the atmosphere was so tense the moment they met. And as the host here, Dumbledore seemed not to hear their conversation, staring straight at his desk, as if there was some rare treasure on it.
Robert's expression finally changed. His facial muscles twisted as if he wanted to be angry, but he forced himself to control himself and looked tense.
"It's my professional habit to scrutinize every stranger, Riddle. Please understand, I'm not here to get intimate with you."
"Whatever you say."
Tom waved his hand perfunctorily and sat down on a single sofa. When he sat down, a glass of lemon juice immediately appeared on the small coffee table beside him. The boy raised the glass to toast Dumbledore and then took a sip.
"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?" Tom asked.
Robert produced a piece of parchment. "Riddle, the Security Office wishes you to be more cautious regarding the sale of the 'I Chat' address book. Completely restrict its circulation within Grindelwald's control to prevent the Saints from possessing powerful instant communication capabilities."
"For this, the International Federation of Witches expresses its gratitude and is willing to provide certain compensation."
"No need for compensation." Tom shook his head. Just as Robert was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him, Tom continued, "Feel free to give me any suggestions. I refuse to accept any."
"Okay, is there anything else? If not, I'm going back." Tom was already walking towards the door.
"Riddle, are you going to help Grindelwald fight against the wizarding world?!" Graves shouted.
call out---!
A red light struck Robert like lightning. Amid the screams of the principal's portraits, Robert slammed heavily on the bookshelf, knocking over countless books.
Dumbledore sighed secretly. Why did he feel that this scene was a little familiar?
Oh, now I remember, the last person to be treated like this was Snape, and he was the one who did it.
That's fine.
Chapter 329: Dumbledore: Tired and Wants to Die
Robert was hit hard this time, and Tom also used gravity to add to the falling books, which hit his head with a clanging sound. He became dizzy, but he did not pass out.
"Why do I need the approval of the damn witch union to do business?"
Under Fudge's dazed gaze, Tom turned around with a playful smile on his face: "Since you say I'm colluding with Grindelwald, then I am colluding with him. So, why are you sending people to arrest me?"
"Minister Fudge, what do you mean?"
"I..." Fudge stammered, "Riddle, Graves didn't mean that... He... He just doesn't want you to aid the enemy. After all, your alchemy can have a significant impact on the war situation."
"Destroying someone's financial resources, killing their parents, oh, I don't think I have any of those things." Tom smiled and shook his head: "But whoever prevents me from making money is my enemy, Principal, what do you mean?"
"Mr. Riddle, go back and rest." Dumbledore signaled Fudge with his eyes, then said to Tom: "I will handle the rest of the deposit and give you a satisfactory answer."
Tom nodded, ignored Fudge, and walked out of the principal's office.
The performance of this unlucky thing was even more disgusting than what he saw in the power of time. His ability of prediction was indeed not up to par.
"This kid is so cool..." Phineas said gloatingly as he watched the boy leave, but he felt very happy. This is what Slytherin is like. They have noble blood.
What happened to being discreet?
What?
You said Tom was a pure Muggle-born?
So what? With Tom's current achievements, after just a few generations, he would be the source of pure blood, and a famous and prestigious family. Who would dare to say he wasn't?
After Tom left, Dumbledore left his seat, came to Robert and squatted down, and asked with concern: "Mr. Graves, are you okay?"
"Dumbledore... I..." Robert shook his head, barely regaining consciousness, and said hatefully, "I want an explanation."
"Well, it looks like you need a break."
After saying that, Dumbledore stretched out his hand and brushed it across his eyes, and Robert completely fainted.
"Dumbledore, what on earth are you doing?" Fudge exclaimed.
He felt that Hogwarts had gone mad from top to bottom. Students beat up officials, and the headmaster knocked them unconscious. What was he trying to do? Was he trying to silence them?
Fudge's hands and feet were cold, and he regretted not bringing dozens of Auror bodyguards with him today.
Dumbledore is plotting rebellion!
"Connelly, Mr. Graves is so angry that I have to ask him to be quiet for a moment so as not to affect our conversation."
Rather than saying that Graves was influenced, it would be better to say that he was influenced by Grindelwald.
Recently, Dumbledore had been holding back a fire of evil in his heart, especially after meeting Grindelwald.
This fire had nowhere to vent, and the energy he had cultivated for many years was close to breaking, and his style of behavior became much tougher.
Fudge was forced to 'quiet'.
"Connelly, I don't know what you're thinking. You and Tom used to have a pretty good relationship, but after today, I'm afraid he'll have some opinions about you.
"Why offend a young man with such a bright future?"
"How is this considered an offense?" Fudge said dissatisfiedly, "Do you expect him to sell Grindelwald those alchemical tools that can withstand deadly spells, and the 'I Chat' address book that allows instant messaging? Do you know how much impact that will have on the war situation?"
"Grindelwald has been able to quickly support vulnerable areas recently thanks to his contact list. We've already lost over twenty Aurors!"
Finally finding a reason to reprimand Dumbledore, Fudge became happier as he spoke.
"I certainly don't want Grindelwald to be helped."
Dumbledore didn't even look at Fudge.
He bent down and picked up the books one by one, returning them to their original places. "But your approach is wrong.
To him, Grindelwald is no different from other members of the Ministry of Magic.
They are all customers who buy goods.
He's not selling any contraband.
What gives you the right to ask Tom to sacrifice his own interests and even ask Fitzgerald to help us?"
"Even if he agrees, there are so many disguises similar to Polyjuice Potion. Can you guarantee that Grindelwald can't buy it through other means?"
"I..." Fudge opened his mouth, wanting to say yes, but he also knew that was nonsense.
Any wizard with some skills can circumvent the so-called purchase restrictions. At most, they can only limit the number of transactions, but they can never ban it.
Fudge's newly-raised spirit vanished in an instant at Dumbledore's questioning. "So what do you think we should do? We can't just sit there and let the Saints arm themselves, right?"
Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "Although I don't understand business, I know that Tang manufactures many of his products himself. If you want to restrict him, why don't you just buy out all his products? Why do you have to resort to such an offensive method?"
"We have to win over every bit of talent and make sure they don't side with Grindelwald.
Dumbledore waved his hand, and the unconscious Robert flew to Fudge's side. "Take Graves away. Wait until he calms down and then explain to him. Also, don't bring him to Hogwarts in the future, so as not to exacerbate the conflict."
Dumbledore had done his best. He didn't know whether Fudge would listen to him, but he was too tired to care about these messy little things, yet he had to clean up Tom's mess, otherwise it would probably cause even bigger trouble.
Alas, I am even more tired. When will he die?
Slytherin common room.
Tom was thinking about how to make Robert sleep soundly. He didn't like flies popping up again and again to bother him.
Although this was only the first time, he was sure that if Robert was allowed to live, there would definitely be a second time. He had previously promised Ross to let him deal with Robert, but that was on the premise that Qi had provoked him.
I definitely can't do anything in the UK. Anyway, I'm going to North America to collect the debt from Cassandra during this holiday, so let him live a few more days.
"Tom, what are you thinking about?"
Daphne, who was having a midnight snack, saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time and asked curiously.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about where to bury the body.
"Bury someone? Who are you going to bury?"
"A bad guy, he doesn't want to help me."
"Huh?" Daphne suddenly became extremely angry: "Why bury him? Send him directly to Azkaban and let the Dementors give him a kiss."
"Good idea." Tom nodded. "I'll definitely try it if I have a chance."
This was not a perfunctory response, he really thought this was a good idea. It was said that Dementors could absorb souls [In the original book, Barty Crouch Jr. also died at the hands of Dementors.
Was the Soul Stone absorbed by the Dementors, or was the consciousness within it wiped out?
No matter which situation it is, it is worth his study. Now his method of extracting souls is still very crude, and he must rely on some cruel black magic. To be honest, the process is a bit disgusting, and he doesn't like to use it.
The next day, the students who left school boarded the Hogwarts Express to London. Since more than half of the students stayed on campus, the compartments were very full, but Tom's place was still very lively.
The Greengrass sisters, Qiu, Marietta, and Penelope filled the box.
Ginny, Hermione, and Luna stayed at school.
"Mom said you beat up a big shot from the Ministry of Magic yesterday?" Marietta asked mysteriously. As the gossip queen of Hogwarts, Marietta got the news faster than Tom expected.
No, the source of this is her mother, and it is actually hereditary.
Except for Daphne who knew something about the inside story, no one else knew anything. The girls looked at Tom in surprise and worry.
Although Tom had made great achievements in the past and had beaten more than one teacher, the Ministry of Magic officials were completely different from him. If he was not careful, he might end up in Azkaban.
"Nothing."
Tom sternly denied it: "I just had some unpleasantness with the people Fudge brought yesterday, but they were not officials from the Ministry of Magic. Song was a foreigner.
"Yes, that enemy of Professor Wilkinson, Robert Graves."
"That's good..."
Qiu was relieved to hear that the person who was beaten was not a Ministry of Magic official. However, Penelope had a good memory and remembered that she had told Robert about his identity before. She asked tentatively, "Is Graves the security director of the International Tennis Federation?"
Tom nodded, and the girl was immediately frightened.
"Don't worry,"
Tom said with a smile. "Don't take the International Federation of Witches too seriously.
It's just a loose alliance organization.
They don't have law enforcement powers.
They must obtain permission from the local Ministry of Magic (promised Zhao) before they can use armed forces to enter."
"Besides, I did it in front of Dumbledore. If he tried to stop me, he definitely wouldn't be able to hurt Graves, but he didn't make any move from beginning to end.
"Oh, Qiu, don't worry." Marietta also broke another piece of news: "I heard from my mother that Fudge had a big quarrel with someone this morning, and then that group of people left the Ministry of Magic with gloomy faces. I guess it was Graves."
Marietta's guess was indeed correct. It was indeed Robert who had quarreled with Fudge today. After waking up, Robert angrily wanted to take people to Hogwarts to arrest people. This touched Fudge's bottom line, and he directly asked the Aurors to control the international Aurors brought by Robert.
Fudge was certainly not protecting his own son. He was just angry that Robert did not take him seriously at all and encroached on his power.
Even Dumbledore is not so arrogant as to bypass his law enforcement power. Why are you, a country bumpkin from outside, so arrogant?
Riddle didn't hit him lightly yesterday.
Fudge thought bitterly.
As the sky gradually darkened, the train finally arrived at King's Cross Station. On Platform Nine and Three Quarters, there was joy at the long-awaited reunion. Mrs. Greengrass, who had nothing to do today, also came to the platform to pick someone up.
When she saw Tom for the first time, she noticed that his temperament had changed dramatically.
Chapter 330: Wizard Contempt Chain, The Birth of Alchemical Creatures
Tom is not a man who hides his weaknesses. Although he has many unknown cards in his hand, he has never been tolerant or yielding along the way.
If you pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger for too long, you will really become a pig, especially in an idealistic system like the wizard, so you must never let yourself down.
Therefore, Tom has been very outstanding since he entered school. He is the focus of the crowd wherever he goes. And with the improvement of his life and soul essence, his aura is even more astonishing. Many people dare not look at him, let alone speak loudly in front of Tom.
Even though Robert dared to act so aggressively yesterday, he has been in a high position for many years and there are not many people in the wizarding world who have a higher status than him.
If an ordinary wizard official came here, he wouldn't even dare to say anything harsh.
But today, Mrs. Greengrass discovered that there was a sense of depth and mystery about Tom, just like facing a tranquil lake with twinkling stars in the dark night, beautiful yet heart-pounding.
This was actually the influence brought about by Ravenclaw. They didn't teach much serious magic, only spiritual secrets, which naturally had a great impact on temperament.
Although Ravenclaw looked like a gentle and caring older sister, not only Ariana was frightened by her, but the other two old men were nowhere to be found.
Only Tom, relying on his ability to hang on to the wall, could treat her with a normal attitude and ignore the other party's strange mental intimidation.
"Mom!" Daphne saw her mother and happily flew into Mrs. Greengrass's arms like a lark.
"You're all grown-up kids, yet you're still so affectionate."
Although she was blaming him, Mrs. Greengrass couldn't suppress the smile on her face. Who wouldn't want their daughter to be close to them? She rubbed Astoria's head as she leaned over, then said to Tom, "Let's go home together today. Rest for a few days before returning to your own home."
Tom nodded and didn't refuse. The two of them each took one and Apparated back to Greengrass Manor.
The house elves have prepared a sumptuous dinner. 093 [The topic at the table still can't avoid Grindelwald's recent big move and Tom's experience last weekend.
Mrs.
Greengrass had nothing to worry about.
The family chronicles recorded the situation of that year in detail.
As a family with no pursuit of power and status, the Greengrasses had a low sense of presence.
No matter which side won, it would not affect them in any way.
They just had to stay away from the tense areas of the battle to avoid being accidentally injured.
Instead, it was Robert's behavior yesterday that made Mrs. Greengrass very angry.
"Don't worry, Tom. I can't do anything to Graves in North America, but they won't be able to do business in the UK anymore. If I have the chance, I'll find a reason to put them in Azkaban and treat them well for a while.
British wizards generally have an inexplicable sense of superiority and look down on wizards on the European continent, not to mention North America, which they consider to be a wild and untamed land.
Even though North America now has a large population and a strong momentum of development, it is still considered nouveau riche in their eyes.
Tom smiled and didn't say that he was ready to solve the problem once and for all. He thought that since the matter had been done in secrecy, there was no point in publicizing it.
After the dinner, Tom was dragged by the two sisters to the garden to transplant the plants brought back from school, and then returned to the bedroom to sleep with ten Greengrasses under the quilt.
But unfortunately, there was nothing I could do and I could only tell stories to put the two sisters to sleep.
Now it has reached the point where there are real and fake Animagus, and Tang Sanzang fights the Queen of the Kingdom of Women. He himself doesn't know how to make it all right.
The next day, he was woken up by Cassandra, who asked him when he would go to North America early in the morning.
[Potential Golden Haired Masochist: Hogwarts is on vacation now, right? You still have a lot of money here with me, don't you want it?]
Tom: I should at least be able to rest for a few days during the holiday, right? Even house elves don't go through so much trouble.
[Potential Golden Retriever M: I asked you to come here to get paid, not to work. Isn't it good to vacation in North America? I recommend you go to Cancun. Although there are many Muggles, the scenery is really nice. 1
Tom: Winter should feel like winter. I don't like the idea of wearing beach shorts on Christmas Day in the Southern Hemisphere. Forget it.
[Tom: Five days later, I will go to North America and come back before Christmas Eve.]
Cassandra, who was far away in Massachusetts, frowned. Today was already the 15th, and she was going to leave after just three or four days?
However, she had no reason to ask Tom to spend Christmas in North America, so she could only urge him to come over earlier, otherwise he would not be able to help but spend money on all kinds of clothes and accessories.
Tom ignored Cassandra's threat, said a few perfunctory words and stopped talking, urging Daphne to get up quickly, because they still had to go shopping for clothes with Qiu today.
However, Bones' sudden visit disrupted Tom's plan. He had to let the two sisters go first and then meet up with them after Bones was sent away.
"Sorry to interrupt your date."
Bones had a smile on his face, but he didn't seem to be apologizing. Tom snorted unhappily, "That's good to know. If you have something to say, just tell me now. This is my hard-earned vacation time."
"I'm here to give you some money," Bones shrugged. "I'm afraid your vacation will be cut short again."
Bones brought in a daily order today, jointly purchased by more than twenty Ministries of Magic, with a total value of more than two million Galleons. As long as it can be completed, the profit he will gain will bring him just one step away from his goal of five million.
But Tom was a little confused: "I haven't even delivered my last order yet, why are you here again?"
Bones smiled but said nothing, simply reminding, "The delivery time can be postponed, but not more than four months. They are also worried.
Tom understood.
It turned out that they wanted to limit his production capacity and prevent him from doing business with the Saints. After figuring out their plan, I couldn't help but smile in my heart.
Want to buy out all his goods?
It was possible before, and it is possible now, but soon... I guess it won't be possible anymore.
Tom spent two days having fun with the girls, visiting almost all the interesting places and Christmas markets in London before returning home to start making alchemical creatures.
The dream training has been basically completed. What is missing now is the extraction of thoughts and the modification of some magic patterns. He also added his own communication magic pattern, so that alchemical creatures will be able to exchange information efficiently in the future.
Tom suddenly had an idea: if two alchemical creatures that could communicate were used as telephones, wouldn't that be Den Den Mushi from another world?
However, although the technical difficulty is not great, the raw materials are a problem.
The most important thing is the idea. There is too little spirituality. He only has so much material at hand, and it is impossible for him to be so extravagant as to use it to produce phones.
In fact, people or highly intelligent animals have different thoughts all the time.
Theoretically, they can extract them without loss, but Tom's technology is not up to standard now.
He can only use the simplest and crudest method to squeeze and purify the soul, and the amount extracted each time is pitifully small.
However, he still wrote down his flashes of ideas and thoughts, hoping they would come in handy one day.
He didn't forget that the system asked him to continue updating and optimizing it. At the current level, even if it is promoted to the limit globally, it is impossible to complete the task 100%.
Tom was doing the final debugging here. The house was so quiet as if no one had come back. However, outside, the main continent of Europe was already in turmoil.
Grindelwald changed his previous style of torturing people but not killing them, and started to capture the attacking wizards on a large scale.
In just a few days, he captured more than ten people, most of whom were international Aurors.
Babajid rushed to Hogwarts in a hurry and asked Dumbledore to come out again.
In Austria, more than fifty Saints and Aurors fought each other. Grindelwald and Dumbledore arrived at the battlefield one after another to fight, but the final result was also a failure. They could only watch Grindelwald protect the others and retreat smoothly.
"Babajide, this cannot go on."
Dumbledore's eyes were solemn as he spoke in a serious voice, "A continuous tug-of-war will only consume strength and will not yield any results.
I cannot stop Grindelwald.
As long as they maintain their current sphere of influence, with the combined power of the Saints and the German Ministry of Magic, they will definitely be able to hold on."
Babajid expressed his thoughts: "Can you hold Grindelwald back for a while while I concentrate on removing his minions?"
Dumbledore shook his head and asked, "And then?"
"Then?" Babajide was stunned.
"Then Grindelwald becomes a lonely man again, with no ties to his family.
The situation returns to its previous state.
Grindelwald appears and disappears with unpredictable force.
No one can predict where he will appear or who he will attack.
At that time, he will be a terrifying specter hanging over the entire world, and everyone will live in fear."
Babajide is numb.
According to Dumbledore, it's actually a good thing for Grindelwald to develop his own power?
"So what do you think?"
"Limiting the expansion of the Saints' power is the only useful suggestion I can think of."
Dumbledore sighed. "I don't have a good way to break the deadlock. Strength is the foundation of everything. Unless I can find a wizard to cooperate with me and ensure that Grindelwald can be defeated, I'd better not make any more meaningless attempts."
Although Babajid was unwilling, he could not think of any other solution. He could only withdraw most of the forces as Dumbledore said and cooperate with several countries to set up defenses on the border so that people could go home for Christmas.
Grindelwald did not think about expansion, but tortured the goblins to help Tom extract more Galleons.
The day before leaving for North America, Tom finally left the dark underground laboratory after two and a half days and came to the back garden with the results of his busy work over the past few days.
Seven cute dolls with round heads and about 60 centimeters tall were neatly placed on the lawn. Each doll had eyes as round as light bulbs and four arms. "It looked a bit weird.
Tom injected the extracted spiritual power into it, the magic pattern circuit was activated, and the spiritual power began to grow rapidly and normally with dreams as nutrients.
However, it would take some time to digest.
Tom thought for a moment, cut a few slices of beef and put them on top and ate while waiting.
About an hour later, the first doll finally woke up from its dream, its eyes becoming hazy.
"Owner...".
Chapter 331: Luban Squad, Grindelwald Goes to Albania
The doll's voice is crisp, pleasant, bright and clear, just like a lively little girl.
Of course, when making a doll, you have to make what you like.
Tom is not a lolita control, but the sensible little loli can always make people happy.
It is too difficult to make a perfect and caring big sister by relying on memory.
After all, no matter what the personality and ability are, they will have to work in the future, so it is not worth wasting energy and time.
Besides, alchemical creatures are also plastic, and it is not impossible for a little loli to become a mature woman.
"Wait a moment. When your sister wakes up, I'll help you put down the bandits."
"Okay, master." The doll answered crisply, then curiously moved its limbs and arms, making various movements flexibly, carving magic pattern circuits in the void.
Tom watched her movements and nodded with satisfaction.
Because of the different spiritual qualities, even for the same dream, each alchemical creature will adapt differently.
The doll that wakes up first proves that she is the best among the group. The one who wakes up last is the "idiot".
.
Half an hour later, the last silly doll woke up, and the group of dolls surrounded Tom and chirped, calling their master.
"Don't argue, don't argue, let me give you a name first."
The doll finally quieted down and looked up at him eagerly, wondering what kind of name it would get.
Tom pinched his chin in thought: "You are the elders of the Alchemy Group... Then let's call them Luban. Starting from Luban No. 1, we will arrange them in the order they woke up. Do you agree?"
"Lu Ban?" The dolls nodded in confusion. The first one to wake up shouted, "I am Lu Ban No. 1!"
"I am Luban No. 2!"
"I am Luban No. 3!"
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"I am Luban No. 7!"
After hearing the last part, Tom couldn't help laughing at the silly old man. Reuben No. 7? It's really similar, except that he has two more difficult hands.
It's not without reason that the youngest in the family is usually the most favored. At least Tom liked Number Seven's silly look very much and rubbed his head amid the envious gazes of the other little ones.
The simulation technology I got from Nico is really good, and it feels no different from a real person.
"Okay, everyone, remember your names. Now the exam will begin."
The young man raised his hands, the ground rumbled and shook, and in the blink of an eye, seven rectangular stone tables rose up. Then he took out a variety of materials, some useful, some useless, and piled them all together.
"Just make what you're best at, and don't ask anyone else about it. Got it?"
"knew!"
After receiving the order, the little Lubans started to move. Tom probably made the materials in a mess just to test their ability to distinguish.
Number one chose to make the most difficult guardian necklace, number two and three both chose to make the cover of my chat directory, and the next few also chose to make various inventions of Tom, all of which appeared in the dream.
Only Luban No. 7 chose the simplest anti-spell cloak and anti-slip bracelet.
The seven little guys stood directly on the operating table, their arms and limbs flying up and down.
Tom had thought about adding a few more arms, but he had done experiments in the learning space and knew that no matter how many arms the alchemical creature had, it would not be able to control them and would become a burden.
Four is just right, two for main use and the other two for auxiliary use.
Because the subject matter he chose was the simplest, Luban No. 7 finished it the fastest. He held up his work like presenting a treasure and looked at Tom expectantly.
"Master, am I doing well?"
"Not bad, you can achieve such a level of completion on your first try." Tom nodded, but did not mention any difficulty issues. Instead, he gave appropriate praise, and the smile on Luban No. 7's face became even brighter.
Tom urged again, "You must continue to work hard and master more products like your sisters. Got it?"
"Yes! Master, I know!"
Seeing Luban No. 7 being praised, the other little Lubans were envious and anxious. They increased their already fast speed by another three times and handed in their works one after another.
They chose what they were best at and what they were most confident in, so there were no major flaws, at least they were at the level of being sold, and Tom praised them one by one.
Then let everyone follow the first level to learn how to make a guardian necklace.
This is the terrifying thing about alchemical creatures. The level they reach after leaving the factory is only their lower limit. They also have the ability to learn and improve.
It is a bit like the artificial intelligence of the future, which can continuously enrich the database and learn by itself, but the difference lies in the existence of spirituality. Although the learning efficiency is not as terrifying as artificial intelligence,
But Luban has more diverse possibilities.
"How do you feel? Is there anything that needs improvement?"
The little Lubans went into the basement to work hard instead of Tom, while he asked Ravenclaw, of course, there was also a hint of showing off -
Even a legendary wizard like you thought the problem was difficult, but a third-grade student like me solved it. No matter how many cheats I used, just tell me how impressive it is.
Ravenclaw could sense Tom's pride, smiled lightly, and didn't care.
It's normal to be proud. If the means of the Creator aren't worth boasting about, then there's nothing worth being happy about in this world. But...
Ravenclaw first affirmed Tom a few words, then suddenly changed the subject, and Tom became more interested. The key point was this, but above.
"Tom...now has the spiritual 'Lu Ban'. Your name is really a mouthful."
Ravenclaw paused with a snarl, then regained a rare serious expression. "But thoughts and memories are also the source of desire. Have you ever considered... what you would do if Luban and the various alchemical creations you create in the future don't develop according to your expectations?"
"Even...what if they might betray you, their master?"
The relaxed smile on Tom's face disappeared as Ravenclaw asked the question, and he regained his composure. He looked towards the basement [The Lubans' joyful voices could be faintly heard on the second floor.
"Actually, I thought about this question before I created them. Because I gave them 'life', the Lubans are naturally loyal to me now, but the future... to be honest, I'm not sure."
"Excessively twisting their minds and forcing them to obey my commands will severely restrict their development, potentially even permanently stagnating. Then, what's the difference between them and ordinary puppets?"
"So I just made some backup plans," Tom said softly. "If an alchemical creature truly betrays me, I can always make it self-destruct, but I won't restrict its development of thought."
Ravenclaw nodded slightly. "Just be mentally prepared. When creating, you must also consider the risk of backlash. Don't be like me, blinded by achievements and prospects."
...Requesting flowers...
"Don't worry." Tom smiled and said, "It won't be as troublesome for me to create a human being as it is for you."
Ravenclaw rolled her eyes coquettishly and walked away swaying.
A little brat even told her an adult joke. Back then, neither Gryffindor nor Slytherin had the courage to do that. One was afraid that strange things would be put in his drink, and the other was afraid that a big hole would be buried in the laboratory.
Only the founder and Helena, a close beauty, can feel the terror of Ravenclaw.
Others... don't even have the qualifications to make her mood fluctuate. Who would get angry with an ant?
The next day, Tom was all smiles as he headed to the airport.
In one night, he had a basic understanding of Luban's production efficiency. When it came to making the most difficult Eternal Necklace, the seven little guys together could barely match his speed twice.
It is easier for me to chat in the address book, and my speed is three or four times faster than his.
As for other more basic products, their efficiency can be even higher. Those things rely on either technology or productivity.
The little Lubans are also constantly learning and evolving. They stumbled a bit yesterday afternoon, but seemed much more proficient this morning.
As long as there are enough raw materials, the little Lubans will be able to complete the orders placed by the Ministry of Magic by the end of next month.
Now Tom just felt relaxed all over, finally freed from the life of being his own slave. There were a lot of topics waiting for him to study. It just so happened that he had no progress on this trial task.
Ariana hinted several times, both explicitly and covertly, that she couldn't wait to be resurrected, but Tom always played dumb and fooled her.
Her situation is different from Grindelwald's. There are many aspects to consider when creating a body that perfectly suits the soul, and the situations recorded in Mr. K's notes may not be applicable to this world, so localized transformation is required.
Tom discovered...the most suitable method was the secret method used by Voldemort to resurrect.
Judging from this magic, Voldemort has gone further on the path of dark magic than Grindelwald. Grindelwald has learned too many things. As long as it is useful to him, he will learn and accept everything.
But Voldemort is different. He would not choose to achieve his goals even if there were simpler and more normal ways. He would use dark magic to solve the problem. He is a paranoid person.
"Lao Ge.
Walking onto the registration platform, Tom pulled Grindelwald into the study space.
"What's wrong?" Grindelwald knew that Tom was in such a hurry to find him that there must be something he needed to do, so he asked directly without any further ado.
Tom ordered: "Voldemort is in the forest of Albania. Go and look for him. If you can catch him, that would be great. If not, bring Najichi back.
"Nagini..." Grindelwald was in a trance for a moment.
This is also an old friend with whom he has a close relationship.
"You said Nagini and Voldemort were hanging out together?"
"You know what happened to the Blood Curse Orcs." Tom took his first-class seat amidst the stewardess's smile. "She's long lost her mind."
"I will find it." Grindelwald accepted the task, exited the study space, and found Rosier to make some arrangements. Then he left Berlin quietly without disturbing anyone.
Grindelwald believed that Dumbledore had definitely planted spies in his territory, and he didn't want his house to be robbed after he left.
Chapter 332: Farewell Cassandra, Invitation From the Voray Family
At 1 p.m. New York time, Tom's plane landed on time.
The reason why he chose to come to the United States the way ordinary people do was because Newt had booked the ticket for him in advance, and it would be a waste if he didn't use it.
Tom will also stay at Newt's house this time.
The old couple had used their belongings for decades, and they were reluctant to leave many of them here. Now the house was basically empty, but Newt knew that Tom always carried his little world with him wherever he went, so he had no shortage of daily necessities.
But it made Tom realize...that he was still pretty poor in Muggle society.
It is actually impossible to have one house per country.
Although the money I had invested in the investment company had multiplied several times, the base was too small, and it was basically gone if I wanted to buy a good house in New York, where land is very expensive.
He can't always borrow a house or stay in a hotel every time he comes to New York or other cities.
It seems that I need to earn more Muggle currency. The Internet bubble in a few years will be the best opportunity.
"Riddle!"
Just as Tom was recalling the key points mentioned in the news of his previous life, a crisp call came from behind him. He subconsciously turned around, looking past the countless hurried crowds, and his eyes were immediately locked on the bright golden hair and beautiful face.
It feels like looking back suddenly and finding that person in the lost and found.
Cassandra strode over, her face still filled with confusion and bewilderment. She stopped in front of the young man and asked crisply, "We've already passed the exit. Why are you still moving forward?"
Tom also looked confused and puzzled: "Why are you here?"
The girl said as if it was a matter of course: "I came to pick you up.
"But I didn't tell you my landing time."
"You're a very decisive person, so you wouldn't choose to leave at noon, otherwise it would waste a whole day, so I just need to know what time the first flight arrives.
Tom:
Sister, you are a wizard, not a washing machine. Why study reasoning instead of magic?
But I still feel a little happy inside. It's really not easy to make a tsundere like Cassandra take the initiative to this extent.
Tom sighed, and just as Cassandra was puzzled, she heard him say, "If I had known you were so considerate, I wouldn't have hung you on the wall.
Cassandra's eyes went dark and she almost fainted. "Could you please not mention this anymore?"
"Isn't this touching?"
"You are not touched, you are trying to tease me!" The girl wanted to pounce on him and bite him hard, but there were too many people here, and the young lady still couldn't lower herself.
Tom righteously denied it: "I was just speaking from my heart. I wasn't trying to tease you."
"If you mention it again, I will fight you." Cassandra gritted her teeth and warned in a low voice. Then her long golden hair drew a beautiful arc in the air, and she walked towards the exit.
"Don't waste time, I've already booked a restaurant."
Tom smiled and took two quick steps to catch up with Cassandra and walked side by side with her. It was just a semester since they last met, but the girl looked more beautiful and taller, and she looked slimmer.
Sigh...why are they all malnourished?
Cassandra, unaware of the boy's inner thoughts, asked, "What were you thinking about just now? You were so engrossed."
Tom said honestly, "I'm thinking about how to make money."
"Money, money, money, that's all you care about." Cassandra was speechless. "Isn't it enough to have enough Galleons? You're making money fast already."
"No." Tom shook his head. "I was thinking of the green knife, Muggle currency."
Cassandra was stunned. "Why don't you just use Limang to replace it?"
"That's just throwing money into the water." Tom curled his lips. "No, with my Galleons, I wouldn't even make a splash if I threw them into the Muggle world."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Tom got into a taxi. "Where is the restaurant?"
Cassandra gave an address, and the car drove out of the airport and drove for more than an hour before arriving at a luxuriously decorated... hamburger restaurant.
Tom looked constipated. "You're welcoming me home and you're bringing me out for hamburgers?"
"What's the problem?" Cassandra was surprised. "This is the North American custom. Pizza on the way out, hamburgers on the way down."
Tom nodded numbly. He was being too demanding. What could possibly change from one food desert to another?
Fish and chips turned into pizza and burgers, so normal.
But Cassandra did put in some effort. At least this burger was not a fast food burger. The bun was soft and fluffy, and the patty was made with high-quality beef. It tasted pretty good.
"I heard that you beat up Mr. Graves?" Cassandra looked at Tom. Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. It wasn't long after that the news spread to North America.
Tom took a bite of his burger and nodded. "This is the second Graves I've fought."
"Do you have a problem with North American wizards?"
Cassandra thought of Frank's miserable situation. He was abused by Tom and his fiancée was taken away. He was so high-spirited before, but now he was so decadent. He asked for leave every few days this semester. It was said that the school was considering firing him.
Tom also thought about it and nodded: "Don't tell me, I don't have a good impression of North American wizards in general."
"What about me?"
"Before you helped me make money, you were just a passerby."
Cassandra glared at him, but didn't argue any further. Instead, she talked about the current sales of 'I Chat' in North America. In a nutshell, the demand exceeded the supply.
Whether it is the regular version or the professional version, every time Rayquaza delivers the goods, they will definitely be sold out within two days.
At present, almost everyone in Ilvermorny College has a copy, or even two or three copies.
No matter what world it is, there will always be people who like to open a small account.
The biggest gap is in the professional version.
Many people don't lack the money, but they can't buy it at all, so they can only use the ordinary version to make do.
Currently, many students have been developed by Cassandra into downlines, who then sell to their family and friends.
She will receive a certain commission for each order, which helps the young wizards earn some pocket money.
This has greatly improved Cassandra's status among students, making her a veritable "Sister Ka".
Tom nodded repeatedly. He knew how good the business was just by looking at how often Cassandra asked him for goods. What he cared about most now was how much he could get this time.
"I've made a total of 600,000 Galleons, mostly from consumables and the Professional Edition. I'm selling the Professional Edition for 400 Galleons a copy now. I'll give you 10%."
"So many?" Tom was really surprised.
"That's nothing." The girl raised her chin habitually. "I don't understand why you're pricing it so low. This is a completely monopolized product with no competition. You should adjust the price based on the spending power of different countries."
Tom smiled and shook his head. "Money is only one aspect. I also want influence. If the price is too high, how can we completely change the way teachers communicate?"
"You think my prices are cheap because birds of a feather flock together. Most of your friends are purebloods from wealthy families. Their parents have respectable jobs and earn a good monthly income, so they pursue quality and buy the professional version..."
"But what about ordinary families? I guarantee that even if I raise the price by just one Galleon, someone will choose to give it up, or reduce their use frequency and save paper."
"So in the future, not only will I not raise prices, but I will also lower prices when production is sufficient, so that my products will be in the hands of every city."
Cassandra looked at Tom. Although the boy chewing on a hamburger didn't look very presentable, she could still sense his ambition and suddenly felt ashamed of herself.
In terms of strength and vision, she is far inferior to Tom.
But Cassandra knew that she was not qualified to consider changing the world. She did not have the corresponding talent. No matter how perfect her plan was, it was just a fantasy.
"So... let's go get the money after dinner?" Tom suddenly asked vaguely, with sauce on his lips.
"....."
Was it all her illusion just now?
"Let's go to Gringotts after dinner, okay?" Cassandra was defeated by Tom and wiped the stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief in an unhappily manner.
"But..." The girl's pretty face showed a look of struggle, as if she didn't know whether she should continue speaking.
"Just say whatever you want to say. Wait...is the money gone?" Tom's face changed.
Cassandra shook her head. "You really... I didn't touch your money. It's... it's another matter."
In the end, the girl chose to tell the truth.
Her agency for selling the WoLiao address book has become quite a sensation. From a small initial venture, it has now become a common sight for most Ilvermorny students and parents. "Naturally, people are eyeing this business," she said.
Cassandra ignored the others, but her father also had an idea, and his ambition was even greater.
He wanted to be the agent for all of Tom's products in North America.
When he learned that Tom was coming to North America to "collect debts", Andrew Worley ordered Cassandra to help him connect the two and arrange a meeting.
"That's all?" Tom remained expressionless, shaking his straw. "What do you think? Do you want to develop the business yourself, or leave it to your Volley family?"
"I..." Cassandra took a deep breath. "My father is more capable than me, and I have to go to school, so my time and energy are limited. It's actually a better choice to leave it to him. He...
"Don't talk nonsense." Tom interrupted her.
"I'm asking you if you still want to do it. Don't think about other issues."
Cassandra fell into a long silence until Tom finished drinking the last of his juice, then she raised her head and said firmly: I want to do it myself.
"That's good, isn't it?" Tom finally smiled. "Then you can reject your father for me... Never mind, let's meet him. There are some things that you, as a daughter, can't say, but I have no qualms about making him give up completely."
"By the way, didn't you say before that he had a grudge against me? And that he wanted to punish me. If I accidentally hit him too hard, you wouldn't blame me, right?"
Cassandra: "..."
What to do? If Tom pushed his father into the wall, would she go up and fight Tom, or pretend not to see it?
After all, something as shameful as wall hanging was enough once, and even if she had a nightmare, she didn't want it to happen a second time.