My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 268, Section 265: Intervening

The British magical community is only so big, and it only has these wizards.

The entire market is only this big, and there are only sixteen businesses sitting here that can be considered major merchants.

Even if the investment company there seems very safe, there is still a possibility that problems may arise.

If something goes wrong, all twelve of Malfoy's businesses will be tied up, leaving only these four companies dominating the entire British wizarding market.

So Malfoy made a request to the investment company to include all four companies. If they all made money, the Malfoy family would remain the top dog; if they all lost money, none of them would be allowed to escape.

This wasn't just Lucius Malfoy's idea; the other eleven people shared the same thought.

Every single one of us here must be in the same boat!

Of the remaining four pure-blood family leaders, the other three turned to look at Madam Rol.

They all secretly wanted to join, since it seemed like a sure thing no matter how you looked at it, and even if they didn't want to join, where would they find a place in the British magical world in the future?

With twelve pure-blood magic families, plus a foreign talent from Germany, the remaining four families simply couldn't defeat them.

Of the four families, the Luo family has the largest assets. Whether to go along with the corrupt practices or to resist to the end, she should be the one to make the first decision.

Silence fell over Malfoy's living room. No one urged anyone on or spoke. The tea on the table had gone cold and remained untouched. In the dimly lit space, only a few faint candlelight flickered gently.

"I can agree to your cooperation with those Germans, allowing British industries to be incorporated into the company they are preparing to establish as initial capital."

Mrs. Rowe's answer was no surprise to anyone else.

Because this matter, while not a small thing for her, was not a big deal either.

Don't listen to her sweet talk about being a British wizard. After a century of development, most of the Roll family's main businesses have been transferred to the United States. Even if the British businesses are not small, losing them all would only be a minor blow, unlike other families that would be completely wiped out.

Besides, this is basically a sure-fire way to make money.

After Mrs. Rohrer made her statement, the atmosphere at the long table became more relaxed. In fact, the three of them also expressed that they should all make money together and thanked Malfoy for the opportunity. But only they knew what they were cursing in their hearts.

Just as everyone was harmoniously discussing their bright future at the long table, and even preparing to stay at the Malfoys' house for a casual meal, Mrs. Roll suddenly spoke up about something.

"Now that everyone is here, I'd like to take this opportunity to discuss something with you all."

She swept her gleaming eyes across all the wizards seated at the long table: "Mr. Malfoy, Earl Flint, and the other ten members of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Board of Governors, have you considered selling your seats?"

The atmosphere at the long table fell silent once more; no one spoke, but instead looked at the people around them.

They only then realized that those sitting here were not only big businessmen from the British magical world, but also twelve members of the board of directors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of only three magic schools in Europe!

Berlin, Germany, the Sylphyr Avenue.

The location here is similar to Diagon Alley in England; it is the largest magical commercial center within the German magical world.

At the very end of this street, there is a secluded alleyway, completely sealed off, and no one can find it except through a specific fireplace.

There is only one building in the narrow alley, and it can only accommodate one building.

It was a slightly dilapidated three-story building with a peeling sign on the roof that read "John Magic Investment Company".

The building had no main entrance, and through the few windows, one could only see that it was completely empty; there wasn't a single person in sight, not even a chair.

But once you step into the building, you'll find a bustling scene inside.

"Bobby, give me Sweep's annual report from last year. There seems to be a small problem with the data they gave us."

"According to our calculations, Lungard Magic Materials Company's market can continue to expand into the Americas, which will bring us more profits."

"The general manager said he's canceling all his plans for this afternoon; he's going to Switzerland."

"Chris! Quickly use a copy charm to give me a copy of the information you have."

Hundreds of male and female witches moved constantly between the buildings. It was much larger than it appeared from the outside, and had far more than three floors. An unsuspecting wizard who wandered into this place might even have the illusion that it was the Ministry of Magic of some small country.

In reality, even if the German Ministry of Magic came specifically to poach people, no one here would be willing to become a "civil servant," because the salary offered by the Ministry of Magic is less than half of what they would receive here.

This German-based investment company may look unassuming on the outside, but it controls a wealth of money and assets that are truly comparable to that of a country!

"Excuse me, everyone, I need to go see the general manager. We have a distinguished guest who wants to visit him."

A witch led a wizard with gold-rimmed glasses, light blonde hair, and a free-spirited demeanor through the first-floor office area, and then stopped in front of a row of walls at the very back.

There are five doors in total. Four of them lead to four different floors, and the last one leads directly to the general manager's office on the top floor.

The witch led Flint to the door of the general manager's office and then stepped aside to let him in.

Flint here was completely devoid of the fearless, roguish air he had before, like he was in the Malfoy family. He nodded to the witch who was leading the way and walked into the office.

In the office, old John was intently reading a thick document while wearing his reading glasses. When he saw Flint walk in, he looked up, his affable demeanor completely absent from his previous meeting with Lynn, and asked in a serious voice.

"How's it going on your end?"

Flint's role here is like that of Old John's subordinate, giving a serious report.

"Those pure-blood families are very willing to cooperate with us. After all, we put a lot of pressure on them before, and the conditions we offered later were very generous. They have no reason to refuse."

"So, the deal is basically finalized?"

"Yes."

But Flint then frowned and said, "But at the meeting, the lady from the Rolle family suddenly proposed to buy the board seats of those Hogwarts board members."

(End of this chapter)