My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 369, Section 366: Impeachment

"impossible!"

"I cannot accept this!"

"All of the Yaxley family's businesses are in here! The United Corporation must not go bankrupt!"

Some emotionally charged shareholders tore the parchment that Old John had distributed to them to shreds.

"Alfred John! When you first came to England, you were like a robber, seizing our family businesses! We were forced to agree to your outrageous demands, merging our various businesses into one for you to manage! But now, only a year later, you tell us this company is going bankrupt! What about our money! What about our ancestral property! Who will return it to us! You?!"

One shareholder rushed up to Old John and confronted him directly, his face flushed.

These people have nothing to fear now. Their whole families will be starving soon, so who cares who's who?

"You have suffered losses, but I will only lose more than you," old John said calmly.

"I've invested a huge amount of money in this company, almost the sum of all of you combined. If it goes bankrupt, not only will you find it hard to accept, but I will also suffer a great loss."

The most important thing for an investment company is its reputation. This failure not only cost me a lot of money and caused a break in the head office's cash flow, but the most serious loss was the damage to my reputation.

So everyone, you must believe me more than anyone else that I don't want United Company to go bankrupt.

But my rational mind tells me that this is the safest way to cut my losses right now.

After speaking, Old John put on his hat and coat.

Just as he was about to leave, ignoring the stunned shareholders, a sinister voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"This is all a charade you orchestrated yourself, isn't it! The reason United Company is in this state is entirely due to your deliberate actions. That Lungade Company is also yours. The so-called bankruptcy is just you transferring everyone's money into your own pocket!"

The moment these words were spoken, everyone's expression changed!

Everyone looked at old John with disbelief.

The one who spoke first was the head of the Carol family. He looked at old John with a cold gaze, clearly having noticed something through some clues.

"Is that really how it is, John? Did you plan to do this from the very beginning when you came to England?"

"Are you a fraud?"

"Is that Lungad company also yours?"

Every shareholder felt as if they had fallen into hell, their whole body trembling uncontrollably.

They looked at the seemingly kind old John as if he were a terrifying demon from hell!

Old John's expression remained unchanged even after hearing their accusations.

It's normal for these people to notice something amiss. If no one had noticed anything wrong from beginning to end, Old John would have started to wonder how these idiots had been running rampant in Britain for so long.

"I didn't understand what you were saying at all. You should have already investigated the background of Lungad Company. Their mastermind is from Lan Country, and I have never had any contact with any wizards from Lan Country."

Old John walked toward the fireplace.

"It's good to be suspicious, but there has to be a limit. It's ridiculous that you can imagine me using such methods to seize your businesses in Britain. I suggest you go write fairy tales; I guarantee they'll sell even better than The Tales of Beedle the Bard."

He stepped into the fireplace, and all the shareholders present were watching him. No one was foolish enough to consider forcibly keeping old John at this moment.

Only the patriarch of the Carroll family, who had revealed Old John's conspiracy, coldly watched the figure enveloped in the rising flames.

"You don't think you can take us down just because you've swallowed our assets, do you? You're too naive, John. Our families have survived in the British magical world for so many years; how could we possibly rely on nothing more than these possessions?"

No one responded to him; as soon as he finished speaking, old John had already disappeared into the fireplace.

The green flames faded, leaving only the shareholders of the bankrupt conglomerate and the heads of pure-blooded British families in the conference room.

"Is there any evidence to prove what you've said is true, Carlo?" Malfoy asked in a deep voice.

The patriarch of the Carol family had a face as gloomy as the stagnant waters of the Black Lake at Hogwarts.

"At a point like this, what's the point of talking about evidence? Use your brain and think about it. With so many businesses combined, and John investing the same amount as us, even if some spendthrift were to ruin it, could such a company go bankrupt within a year?"

And don't you think the appearance of that Lungaard company is too coincidental? Has any of you ever heard of this company before?

As a result, in its very first year of operation, it took over almost all of our company's assets and personnel.

Moreover, you should all have heard before that John's company's investment plans in Europe have never resulted in a single loss.

But when it came to us, he lost money, and lost everything!

If there wasn't something fishy going on here, who would believe it?

Of course, none of the people sitting here are fools.

They hadn't noticed these coincidences and problems before simply because they were unwilling or afraid to think about them. But now that these bloody facts have all been revealed, they send chills down the spines of these family heads.

After a long silence, someone spoke in a low voice.

"What should we do now?"

"So what if they control the entire British magical community's commerce? The British Ministry of Magic is the one that truly manages all the wizards' food, clothing, shelter, and transportation! Let's go find Barty Crouch."

The Crouch family was, of course, among the 16 families who were wronged, meaning that the current Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was one of their own.

Their method of stopping John is simple: the Department of Magical Law Enforcement can directly "amend the constitution."

Regardless of whether Old John was the mastermind behind this, all they needed to do was drive "Lungard Company" out of Britain.

The personnel of that magic company came from the newly established magical community of the Kingdom of Lan. All Barty Crouch had to do was add a clause to the magic law that would restrict the qualifications of Lan wizards to do business in Britain.

Or, to be even more direct, simply state that you suspect the company is harboring a dark wizard, and a permanent shutdown would perfectly solve the problem.

However, things took a turn for the worse with Barty Crouch.

Crouch did promise to get everything done within three days, but before he could even sit down in his office at the Ministry of Magic, he received an impeachment document.

Impeachment documents from Cornelius Fudge, the British Minister for Magic.

(End of this chapter)