I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 129 V I 50
As soon as Fudge's statement was published in the newspaper, it immediately caused a huge reversal.

In the eyes of the wizards in the British magical world, he now looks like a fighter.

Magic has no borders, but wizards do. Wizards in almost every country do not want others to interfere in their family affairs.

Anyway, no one can prove whether there is a "little bureaucrat from Paris". After all, no one can go all the way to the International Confederation of Wizards to verify it.

As for the International Confederation of Wizards, Fudge had already taken care of it, and no one would come out to expose his "lies".

Louis's Squib factory was able to reopen, and Fudge even went there in person. He behaved very friendly and imitated Louis, holding the hands of the Squibs and asking them about their lives. However, his micro-expressions were very unnatural and were caught by our Ms. Skeeter, who made some sarcastic remarks in the Daily Prophet.

"Our Minister of Magic is performing a poor imitation show."

This is the front page of today's Daily Prophet.

But Fudge didn't care about this. He chose the lesser of two evils. At least the impact of the previous thorny incident had disappeared.

But it must be said that it was a bit superfluous for him to ask about the well-being of a dud.

Now, with this opportunity of shooting in the air, Fudge's reputation in the British wizarding world has reached its peak.

——Slytherin common room.

"He is an experienced politician after all." Louis put down the newspaper, without any look of frustration on his face. Instead, he praised Fudge: "Not bad, not bad, but I don't feel surprised."

"Are we just going to let it go like this?" Christasza's face did not look very good. Although she was usually a silly girl, she was still very loyal to Louis. At least Louis' interests were violated, and she was unhappy more than anyone else.

"We have achieved our goal, Chris." Louise smiled. "We have to eat one bite at a time. I never thought that I could achieve my goal in one fell swoop and overthrow Fudge in one fell swoop."

"Everything has to take time. Now is not a good opportunity. Since he has found a way to get out of this situation, it would be meaningless to continue pestering him. It would also make us look petty."

"Besides, after overthrowing Fudge, we don't have a suitable candidate to be the Minister of Magic, so... it's better to let him jump around for a few more years." Louis stuffed his feet into Vitalie's arms, and the latter tactfully began to hammer his calves.

"It's true that politics is a life-and-death struggle, but politics is not a real life-and-death struggle between two people using magic. There are many things that need to be considered..."

"Moreover, the people are ignorant and blindly follow others. When they follow others blindly, we must never pour cold water on them," Louis concluded.

He stretched out his hand and waved to Christasa, who came over and took out a large golden pear from her arms.

Louis happily took the big pear and took a big bite, then said incoherently, "I have to say, this prickly pear, a specialty of Stranglethorn Vale, tastes really good."

"As long as the master likes it." Christasa giggled, sat behind Louis, supported his body, and began to knead his shoulders with her small hands.

"You really know how to enjoy yourself." Catherine, who was reading Louis' experience in lightning magic, couldn't help but laugh.

"Isn't the purpose of life to enjoy yourself?" Louis shrugged and continued to enjoy the kneading of his secretary and maid.

Catherine put down the notebook and asked Louis, "Why don't you think about how to open up the market for your moonberry juice?"

Louis laughed and pinched Christasa's waist. As the latter screamed, he said with a smile: "You are worrying about the wrong thing. I never need to worry about how to advertise in the Muggle world."

Yes, of course he didn't have to worry.

As for why, we have to start from yesterday's dinner.

Louis' aunt hosted a banquet in the palace to entertain a certain British thief commander. During the banquet, Ms. Barbara tasted the moonberry juice and was amazed and instantly conquered by the mellow taste.

Many politicians who attended the banquet showed interest, especially after seeing my aunt's younger face, the ladies became even more crazy.

No woman can resist becoming younger, especially older women.

No one doubted the efficacy of the juice. After all, the live advertisement was right in front of them, so they had no choice but to believe it. You said it was some other technology? I was so annoyed. How could the British master technology that the British did not have? Besides, the speed at which the British got news from the British was usually much faster than that of 10 Downing Street.

It has long been infiltrated and has become one-way transparent.

The news about the moonberry juice spread quickly during the banquet thanks to the efforts of some people. Almost that evening, all the moonberry juice at various sales outlets was sold out.

In the UK, the royal family is always the best anchors for selling products. They don’t even need to personally promote this or that. They just need to show their faces in front of the camera or make a brief mention, and they are far superior to all the celebrities.

The status of the star is still very much stuck.

The phones of every salesperson sent out by the factory were almost blown up. The bosses who had reluctantly accepted the juice and no one was interested in it a few days ago seemed to have changed their attitude today. Some begged in a soft voice, some took a tough attitude, and some even started to roar, but the message they conveyed was only one.

"I want juice! As much as I can get!"

But the factory was also in a difficult situation. The production capacity could not keep up with the sales speed. They could only ask for instructions from higher levels, and finally the matter reached Louis.

"If there's no juice, then there's no juice." Louis was very open-minded: "It's not good to sell too much of this kind of juice, which is good quality and cheap. It's better to limit the supply and sales."

Well, it’s only available to British people, and each person can only buy five bottles per day.

This regulation even caused a wave of opposition around the world, with all countries opposing Hogwarts' "discrimination."

The British newspapers even wrote articles overnight criticizing Hogwarts for taking such actions in today's globalized world, which is undoubtedly a step backward in history.

Yes, Louis' company is called Hogwarts...

Dumbledore had no objection to this, after all, Louis was also a member of Hogwarts.

Louis doesn't care what these people are saying. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. I don't forbid you to buy some juice from the British who bought it at a higher price. This is just a small benefit for the British people. The current Hogwarts is like Qin Shihuang eating peppercorns in the UK.

Such a conscientious national enterprise has received unanimous praise from all British people - after all, everyone can benefit. Foreigners are simply flocking to this juice. If you want to make a little money, just go to the supermarket, buy two bottles and resell them at three, four or five times the price.

There is no need to worry about selling it anyway.

Except for the British public intellectuals who received foreign money, they found an angle that no one could have thought of for the first time - they actually began to attack Louis' conscience.

To be honest, the public intellectuals think that canines have always been conscienceless.

They have always been between dogs and wolves. As long as they bark happily, someone will come to give them meat, but once there is not enough meat, they will turn around and bite their masters.

On the black market, the price of moonberry juice has even been driven up to dozens of times the original price.

In the wizarding world, moonberry juice is also very popular - Louis even added moonberry juice to Hogwarts Mad Thursday. As long as you buy the Hogwarts Mad Thursday package, you can get a glass of about 300 ml of moonberry juice.

The wizarding world has gone completely crazy now, with countless orders being sent to Hogwarts. The house-elves in Hogwarts have to work overtime every Thursday to prepare food. As a race that has work engraved in their DNA, they are happily busy and grateful to Master Louis for giving them the opportunity to be happily busy.

This was something Louis had not expected.

If he knew, he would also say please don't engrave anything weird into your DNA...

The Daily Prophet even used short jokes to promote KFC's Crazy Thursday.

For example, the first short story published was written by Louis.

I am a wizard who has suffered humiliation. When I was in my twenties, I suddenly lost all my magic abilities. My wife abandoned me, my brother betrayed me, and my friends left me. At this time, my wife and brother colluded with each other and wanted to kill me. I was tricked out by their conspiracy and fell off the cliff with a spell. Just when I was angry and thought my life was about to end, Merlin suddenly appeared and saved me. Not only did I regain my magic power, but I also learned ancient magic. I can use thunder to shatter darkness with a wave of my hand, and I can use magic to change the color of the wind and clouds in the blink of an eye. Now I have completed my studies and am ready to embark on my road of revenge. Mail me fifty Knuts for a meal at Hogwarts Crazy Thursday, and I will continue to tell you my revenge story.

It should be said that Shakespeare's stories are well written, but for wizards, the sense of immersion is not enough; for example, the short stories circulating in the magic world are all very traditional knights and simple adventure novels about wizards. It is not an exaggeration to say that the magic world is a literary desert.

Suddenly, Louis did this, which immediately aroused everyone's interest.

What he didn't expect was that overnight the editorial office of the Daily Prophet received countless owl letters with fifty copper knuts attached and the PS: "Fifty for you. I want to read that revenge story."

Ms. Skeeter had no choice but to turn to Louis for help. Louis was at his wits' end and racked his brains to come up with a story about a broken engagement that was in line with common sense in the wizarding world and published two chapters in the Daily Prophet. As a result, the Daily Prophet became the most popular newspaper in the British wizarding world - even the wizarding world in European countries across the ocean were inquiring about the Daily Prophet.

The dummies at the factory also worked overtime almost without sleep. Louis had repeatedly warned them not to work so hard, but in order to repay Louis for taking them in, the dummies decided to work 996 hours a day.

After all, they have never had entertainment and don’t know what entertainment is.

Moved, Louis announced a mandatory eight-hour work system in the factory - eight hours of work, eight hours of recreational time, and eight hours of rest time.

He hired a lot of teachers outside to cultivate the interests and hobbies of these dumb kids, such as musical instruments, chess, chorus, dancing, rap, playing ball, etc. As long as you fill out the application form according to the activities you are interested in, you can go to the interest class to learn what you really like.

And Louis did not treat his employees unfairly after all. In the first month, each of them received a salary of 500 Galleons and various subsidies - after all, they had been working overtime in the first half of the month.

These five hundred Galleons are a super high salary that many people covet. At least a professor at Hogwarts cannot earn that much money in a month.

On the evening that news of the Squibs' salaries spread, Louis arrived at Professor Snape's office.

"If you have too much money and have no place to spend it, please remember that you have a poor professor waiting for his new utensils and medicinal herbs." This was the first sentence Snape said after seeing Louis.

Louis blinked his eyes with a cute look on his face: "Professor, you are a potion master, are you still short of money?"

"All the potions were donated to Madam Pomfrey's medical wing." Snape snorted, seeming dissatisfied with Dumbledore's stinginess.

Louis held out his hand with a look of disbelief: "Professor, today is Thursday, give me fifty Knuts, I want to eat Hogwarts Crazy Thursday."

Snape looked at him indifferently and said expressionlessly: "The richest person in Hogwarts should be Hagrid. He has such a good relationship with your mother, why don't you ask him for it?"

"Aren't you also my mother's good friend?" Louis's words choked Snape.

"Well, I guess you didn't come here for these fifty Knuts." Snape looked at Louis with a hawk-like gaze: "Let me guess, could it be that there is a little problem with your teaching, and you need me, the professor, to save the situation?"

Are you still thinking about your Defense Against the Dark Arts class?
Louis curled his lips, took out a few papers from his pocket and handed them to Snape.

These are all various alchemy formulas that the students have obtained, such as primary healing potions, primary mana potions, primary toughness potions, underwater breathing potions, and cold resistance potions.

Snape took the recipes, and being a professional, he was attracted by them almost instantly.

"Where did you find this?" he asked without looking up as he flipped through the recipe.

"Secret." Louis laughed in a malicious tone, "Just tell me if these formulas are useful."

"We'll know the details only after we see the finished product." Snape glanced at it quickly and put down the recipes: "It looks quite interesting. Okay, I'll keep the recipe. If there's nothing else, you can leave."

"You are killing the donkey after it has served its purpose, professor."

"That's right, I'm just getting rid of the donkey after it has done its job." Snape was obviously in a good mood, and even made a joke for the first time.

"So, where are my fifty Knuts?" Louis spread his hands.

Snape pointed to the door.

"You are Eugénie Grandet." Louis curled his lips and left the Potions office.

(End of this chapter)