The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 201 Money?what money?Does the prince need to pay for things? (5)

"Huh? Anthony, you're here!" Just when Sirius was about to say something, he suddenly found a familiar figure behind the door. Then he stopped arguing, walked up to Anthony with a smile, and patted him. Shoulder said: "Look at our future great writer."

"This is..."

Miller couldn't believe his eyes, what he saw was a 13-year-old child.

How is this possible? Anyone who can write such words should at least be an adult.

For a moment, he thought a lot. Considering that this is Hogwarts, Dumbledore's influence here is huge. If, in that story, the relationship between him and Grindelwald is really like this, then this book The origin of the book is somewhat questionable.

Could it be Dumbledore's instruction?

Or was this book written by him at all?

But why did he do this?

Could it be... Miller glanced at the manuscript on the table, and for a moment, he already had the answer in his heart.

ah!The intricate intertwining of love and hate...

"Hello Mr. Miller, we have sent a letter." Anthony didn't care about the eyes of the wizard in gray robe.This kind of look is normal. It would be abnormal if you would accept it calmly when you meet.

"Hello, Anthony, nice to meet you." Miller quickly stood up and bowed slightly, acting very humble.

"Come, sit here Anthony!" Sirius enthusiastically pulled him to the seat, then without looking at Miller, he patted Anthony on the shoulder and said: "Listen to me, this publishing house you are looking for is very good. Unreliable! Didn’t you read the recent Daily Prophet?"

"Hi!" Mr. Miller shouted unhappily.

In fact, he and Sirius knew each other. They were classmates and in the same level, but he was from Ravenclaw House.That's why Professor McGonagall asked Sirius to entertain him.

When he was young, Sirius and that James and Lupin... those were the most popular figures in the school.Everyone knew each other, and he was naturally familiar with them, but he didn't expect that the four of them would fall apart in the end, even though they were so close at school.

What a world!

"Of course I know about Sirius. I chose this publishing house specially." Anthony said with a heavy expression, rubbing his belly.

"What do you mean?" His answer made not only Sirius but also Mr. Miller curious.

"Of course it's not just about publishing. In fact, I plan to acquire this publishing house."

"Acquisition?" Sirius smiled, thinking it was a kid's joke, "Although their company is about to go bankrupt, it is also an old magic company with hundreds of years of history. Do you know how to acquire such a company? How much does it cost?”

"I have calculated it." Anthony shrugged and continued: "Although the enterprises in the wizarding world are mostly individual enterprises, and naturally they cannot get financial reports unless they are listed, but for public enterprises like publishing houses, the market value can still be roughly calculated. Come."

"After my calculations, taking Lockhart's net worth as an example, as a best-selling author of twelve books, his net worth is approximately between 30 and [-] gold galleons. This is easy to calculate. Looking through previous reports about him, who likes The show-off guy brags about the sales of his work."

"On average, he earns about [-] Galleons from a single book. Rumihat Books only got the publishing rights for two of his books, so it doesn't make much money. It's [-] Galleons, plus The profit from textbooks, the market value of this publishing house is only a few hundred thousand galleons at most."

After saying that, Anthony slowly raised his head, stared at Mr. Miller and said, "Sir, am I right?"

"Haha!" After listening to Anthony's analysis, Mr. Miller had a wry smile on his face, "Yes or no."

"If it was the previous company, it would be hundreds of thousands, even the name of the company would be more than this price, but now..."

"If you are really willing to acquire Rumihat Books Company, for 40 gold galleons, the board of directors will immediately transfer the ownership to you." Mr. Miller sighed, his eyes were a little blurry, and it could be seen from his state that This gentleman has deep feelings for this publishing house.

"Haha - Sir, I think you misunderstood." Anthony suddenly smiled contemptuously, leaned back slowly, folded his hands on his chest, and said lightly, "You seem to have made a mistake!"

"The market price is the market price, and no one will buy the company at the market price."

"Besides!" He said with a slight smile: "Everyone knows that Rumihat Book Company is at the end of its rope, and it will go bankrupt soon. You just gave it to me for free, and I still hate having to bear your debts."

"You - what do you want!" Mr. Miller's face suddenly froze.His face turned from unwilling to give up to livid. Just a moment ago, he thought he had met a benefactor. Now that cold water was poured on him, he saw clearly the true face of the child opposite him. What kind of benefactor was that? He was obviously a man-eating demon.

"Simple, I am responsible for bearing the debt, and the company will naturally belong to me."

"This is impossible!" Miller shouted angrily.

As one of the main executors of Rumihat Book Company, he is most aware of the current situation of the company. To the directors of the company and the pure-blood families, the debt of a publishing house is nothing at all.

They don't contribute money, they just think they don't want to contribute money themselves. After all, the board of directors is not one family.

When dividing money, everyone wants to take the biggest bite of the cake, but when paying off debts, they all want the other person to take the top spot.

Moreover, Rumihat Book Company does have a bad reputation, and it is really not wise to spend money on this already shaky publishing house.

"Nothing is impossible." Anthony looked like he would never give in. He also knew about the company composition of the Wizarding World. It was still in the original stage of stock ownership and dividends. There was considerable confusion about the division of rights and responsibilities. This was also why he One of the reasons for being so confident.

He knew those pure-blood wizards so well that it was more difficult to get them to say a word than to kill him.

Especially the Malfoys.It is conservatively estimated that his family's assets are at least [-] million gold galleons.

——You heard it right, in this wizarding world where the monthly salary of ordinary wizards is only a few hundred galleons, the assets of the Malfoy family exceed [-] million.

With such an exaggerated gap between rich and poor, a revolution has not yet broken out. It can only be said that the deep-rooted small-scale peasant economy in the magical world is indeed very stable.

"I don't mind waiting, I'm not in a hurry anyway. Mr. Miller, you have to understand that it doesn't matter if your boss loses a company, but you, you! But you are unemployed, and with Lockhart's incident, Do you think anyone will still hire you?”

Anthony slowly put away his manuscript that Miller had brought from the table, and continued to say with a smile: "We are on the same boat, sir. How many Galleons can you earn in a month as a part-time worker? You are so The maintenance company said that after the company goes bankrupt, those vampires will give you severance pay, and then I’m afraid you won’t even be able to get this month’s salary!”

"So! Sir, I advise you to think carefully and cooperate with me. You can at least keep your job, and you should be very clear about the value of this book. As long as it can be successfully published, it will be easy to save a publishing house. When the time comes, Both your reputation and the money you bring are immeasurable.”

"..." Miller was choked and couldn't say a word. Although he knew that what Anthony said was true, he was still extremely depressed.

Seeing Miller's dejected look, the smile on Anthony's face became even stronger.

Because he knew that the gentleman opposite had been shaken, otherwise he should have reprimanded him.

"I need to think about it." After a moment of silence, Mr. Miller said absently.

"Of course, sir, you have plenty of time until this summer." Anthony happily stood up to greet him, then stared at the soulless figure of this gentleman, stood up slowly, like a soulless body, and then slowly walked out The office door disappeared into the corridor in a few breaths.

After Mr. Miller left, Sirius finally couldn't help it.

He pulled Anthony and asked doubtfully: "The money you got? I mean, even if the publisher agrees, the debt will cost at least 10,000+ galleons, or even more. You -"

"Me?" Anthony smiled slightly and said, "When did I say I was going to pay?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

“Won’t the money come when my book is published?”

"What?" Sirius was shocked, and he was keenly aware of something strange. "But - but." He thought for a long time, but couldn't say a word.

This wizard from Gryffindor and the Lion's House frowned, with a sad look on his face, and the word "three" appeared clearly on his forehead.

Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with what Anthony said, but - doesn't this mean that he didn't spend a penny and got a publishing house with nothing?

Anthony didn't explain much about this. How could these wizards know about the method of embezzling public funds?This ancient financial fraud technique became popular in the [-]th century. Besides, he is not a free hand!In exchange of equal value, I also paid for my own work, which is like buying the publishing company with a book.

Ha ha.

Then, he also stood up and left the office after bidding farewell to Sirius.

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At this time, unlike Anthony who was very ambitious, the atmosphere in the Gryffindor common room was particularly depressing. Harry, Ron, and a very unlucky Neville, etc., five or six little wizards were sitting there. In the armchair in front of the fireplace.

Either impatiently or fearfully, he looked at the stern-looking girl in front of him.

"I really didn't expect it!"

"I didn't expect it!!" Hermione said loudly with a cold face, pointing to a lot of food on the table: "Hogwarts actually has such a dark corner, my God! I can't believe it. I believe there are still slaves to a race in our time!”

"Look at these things." She picked up a piece of jam pie and said: "These are the products of exploitation. I didn't expect that we were eating this kind of stuff!"

"Please Hermione, this is the magical world, and besides, they are happy to help." Fred on the side said cheerfully, and then in a high-pitched voice, imitating the tone of those poor creatures, he said: "Oh! Mr. , can I help you with anything? Anything!”

"They are so enthusiastic. As long as you say you are hungry! They will even roast a cow for you!"

"Huh! That's because they have been enslaved for a long time and have lost their self-awareness a long time ago." Hermione said sarcastically, then looked at Harry and asked: "What about you? Harry? What do you think?"

"I - I don't know, but I feel - it seems that a living thing should not be enslaved." Harry said hesitantly. He had lived with the Dursley family since he was a child, and his life was no different from that of a slave. Naturally, Will show sympathy to house elves.

"That's right, so..." She suddenly paused for a moment, her eyes falling on the entrance to the lounge.

Anthony came in just then.

"Well - what are you doing? Are you having a meeting?" He looked at a few people with some confusion, and the next moment, his eyes fell on the plate of sumptuous food.

"Wow!" He walked over quickly, grabbed a piece of pie and took a bite, "Tears, the first meal of the day. I almost starved to death in the corridor!"

While chewing the pie wrapped in minced meat, Anthony said vaguely: "It tastes so delicious! I have never eaten such a delicious pie!"

"Hmph! Do you know who did these?" Hermione said with a cold face and displeasure.

"Uh-" Looking at that little face, Anthony knew that she already knew everything.

He couldn't stop it, all he could say was that he had tried his best.

Again and again, he couldn't keep playing tricks. Sooner or later, Hermione would return to the group of elves in the kitchen.

Then, he stuffed his mouth full, chewed it, swallowed it hard, and said, "Um - I think we should prevent waste and food should not be wasted."

"Hi! That's right, Anthony." Fred also picked up a piece of jam pie, took a bite and said, "My mother has told me to cherish food since I was a child."

"You guys." Hermione was a little disappointed. She didn't understand why everyone turned a blind eye to the evil in front of them.

She was too young to understand the reasons for these complicated questions.

Holding a glass of pumpkin juice, Anthony also found an empty seat and sat down.

Seeing the little witch's frustrated look, Anthony, who originally didn't want to get involved, sighed, and then couldn't bear to say, "Don't you understand? The truth is actually very simple. They-" Anthony pointed at Fred , Harry and the others said: "They, including us, are all vested interests. You can't force wizards to give up this right through lobbying. Even if it is obtained through force."

"The elves can go on strike and fight for their freedom. They should wear clothes." Hermione argued with reason.

"Well - if strikes are effective, why do we need class struggle?"

"What?" Suddenly an unfamiliar word came out of Anthony's mouth. Hermione was stunned and asked quickly.

"It's nothing -" given his status, Anthony didn't really want to instill too many red thoughts into Hermione, "Let's be practical, I guess you have already come into contact with those elves!"

"After contacting them, most of them were insensitive. As soon as they heard that I wanted to give them clothes, they kicked me out. Fred said that giving the elf clothes means that it leaves the wizard family and becomes a free elf."

"So your energy should not be put on them." Anthony said calmly: "Those old house elves who have worked hard to try out life doctrines for wizarding families wake them up from their dreams and tell them the cruelty The truth is not a gift to them.”

"Freedom to them is a driving away, an exile, a poison, and a death."

"In this long process of struggle, you may be able to start with the next generation of house elves and shape their understanding from the first moment they come to this world. In this way, after a few decades, this race will be about There is hope.”

"What, decades?" Hermione couldn't help but exclaimed after hearing Anthony's words.

Decades are too long for her.

"Liberating a race is not just playing house. Look at the black slaves in the United States. Ahem, although we are not qualified to criticize them, it has been more than 100 years. Doesn't racial discrimination still exist? This is still slavery within human beings themselves. You are facing another species now, and you have to fight against the entire wizard group. A few decades is considered fast, otherwise, a hundred years is the normal scale. Of course, you can still take a shortcut." said At this point, Anthony suddenly paused.

Hermione quickly asked: "What shortcut?"

"Violent revolution is always the fastest and only correct and thorough way to solve the problem. Lead a group of house elves to launch a war against wizards. There is no need to win, just a hard and painful beating to force both parties to sign an equality treaty (truce treaty). . It took decades to solve this problem perfectly. Do you want to try it?" Anthony slumped on the chair, holding pumpkin juice, looking at her with an inexplicable smile.

Hermione opposite him was somewhat silent.

This was completely within Anthony's expectation, and he then continued: "Of course, there are ways to make peace. You need to unite as many wizards as possible to help you promote the entire cause, and the most direct way to effectively gather strength is... …”

"Rights?" Hermione highlighted a word in confusion.

"Clever! Only Lincoln could issue the Black Emancipation Proclamation, not Harry Potter. Because he is the President of the United States."

"So instead of worrying about these, it is better to study hard. If you can really become the Minister of Magic in the future, of course you can promote any bill you want." He took a breath, went around in circles, and finally came back, Anthony The purpose is to tell Hermione not to worry about the elves now, because it's useless, she can't speak at all, and no one is willing to help her. In this case, it is better to accumulate strength. If one day, she is really capable When the time comes, it’s not too late to push for the liberation of the elves.

Hearing the sound, Hermione, who seemed to have figured it out, didn't speak. She looked at herself deeply, then turned and walked towards her dormitory.

A group of boys were sitting together.

"You're so amazing, Anthony." After seeing Hermione leave, Fred immediately cheered up. "You are the only one in Gryffindor who can make Hermione speechless!"

"Yes! What you just said, leading elves to resist wizards and go to war with wizards, is really a novel idea. I can guarantee that no house elf will respond to it." George said with a smile, seemingly not bothered by the illusion. Worry about the future.

Hearing this, Anthony turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Really not?"

"Uh...what do you mean?" Anthony, with a strange smile on his face, made Gemini's scalp feel numb.Could it be that he wasn't joking just now?

"Haha - the essence of slavery is the oppression of the weak by the strong. This kind of oppression is not eternal. A thousand years ago, house elves could still be friends of Hufflepuff, but a thousand years later they can only be the friends of wizards. If you are a slave, what will happen in a thousand years? When the wizard declines to a certain extent and the strength and weakness are reversed, won’t the wizard become the slave of the elf? "

As he said that, he stood up slowly and said with a strange smile: "Oh! Everything is good in the magical world, but the level of thinking is too low. Wizards enslave other species. Are they not enslaved by the enslaved culture?"

"Forget it, why are you thinking so much? Why don't we watch a movie!"

He smiled and then returned to his dormitory. He brought back many good things from London, including a batch of new movies.

And the one he was going to show was called "To Kill a Mockingbird."