Just Became Richest Man: Received Admission Letter from Hogwarts

Chapter 124: The Downfall of the Gold Master

At this moment, an old man beside Fudge stood up with a "jump":

"Mr. Sean Sebastian, today is your coronation day, so let's not discuss some unnecessary issues here."

Sean shrugged:

"Of course, I actually sent this report to the Ministry of Magic, and they should send someone to find out."

As soon as Sean finished speaking, the old man gave Fudge a vicious look.

Fudge was even more sweaty at this time, and his lips were white.

"Ow~"

Suddenly, the voice of Fu came from under Sean's feet.

I saw Laifu wearing a tie, walking to Sean's side, and glancing at the audience below, eliciting good-natured laughter.

"Sorry, my pet seems- a little bored."

Sean said, just as he was about to pick up Fu, a figure suddenly came out.

The figure pushed Sean away and opened his hands to touch Laifu, but he seemed a little afraid, and his hands kept rubbing against the clothes.

"Be polite, Newt."

Dumbledore said helplessly.

Sean took a closer look and found that this person is Newt Scamander, who can be said to be a master of magical creatures!

Newt raised his head to look at Sean, tilted his head, and said slightly:

"This is... a cat leopard!"

With Newt's words, the scene where there was a lot of discussion just now fell silent.

All the wizards turned their heads and looked at Newt on stage in shock.

Dumbledore also frowned:

"Newt, are you sure?"

Newt nodded:

"I've seen, in the Appalachian Mountains, this is the cub of a cat and leopard."

"Crack clap clap!"

Another burst of flashing lights illuminated the entire venue.

"Sean?"

Dumbledore took off his glasses and looked at Sean, motioning him to say something.

Sean scratched his head:

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce it. It's just a cat raccoon named Laifu, Mr. Newt, you may be mistaken."

After Sean finished speaking, everyone sat down in disappointment.

Only Newt, who looked straight at Sean.

"More on that later, Newt."

Dumbledore reminded him, Newt nodded, and walked back three steps.

"Okay, let's go back to our topic."

"After discussion with the Sir Merlin Corps, we unanimously agreed to grant Sean Sebastian the Merlin First Class Medal. At the same time, we sincerely invite him to become a member of the Sir Merlin Corps."

While Dumbledore was speaking, two witches came up with two trays.

"Clap clap clap..."

The people below applauded enthusiastically.

After Dumbledore took out a ribbon and brought it to Sean, he took out a trophy from the tray and handed it to Sean.

"Crack clap clap!"

It was the continuous flash of light again, and Sean felt that his eyes were a little flowery.

"Congratulations, Sean."

After Dumbledore finished speaking sincerely, he bent down and said in a low voice:

"At least now that you're talking to Fudge, your status is equal."

Sean was stunned for a moment, then showed a mysterious smile:

"He didn't get a chance to talk to me again."

After the banquet, everyone drank and danced, and exchanged experiences.

Fudge left in a hurry halfway through the banquet, accompanied by an old man who had just sat next to him.

In the Office of the Minister of Magic.

Fudge was standing hunched over his desk like a child.

Sitting behind the desk was the old man who had a conversation with Sean just now.

"You embezzled seventeen million Galleons?"

The old man said in a low voice.

Fudge Khan rained down:

"Mr. Franklin, you should know that there are a lot of places I need to go up and down, those golden Galleons..."

"To shut up!"

Franklin roared so much that Fudge almost fell to the ground.

"Cuckoo!"

An owl was constantly pacing on the desk, and in front of Franklin, there was a letter.

The letter reads:

"Dear Minister of Magic of the Eagle Nation: Mr. Cornelius Fudge:

Early this morning, we received a real-name report letter from Mr. Sean Sebastian, first class Merlin recipient.

Mr. Sebastian has accused you of embezzling 1700 million Galleons and presented valid evidence. "

"We have taken up the case and from now on, we will screen all the assets and funds in your name.

Our Aurors will also be arriving at the Ministry of Magic, to put you under supervision for the time being, please forgive me.

Sincerely, Magic Association Financial Supervision Department. "

"Boom!"

Franklin slapped the desk and made a huge handprint.

"I give you thirty million Galleons every year, and you do this to me?"

"A small entrepreneur, why do you have to eat? If you don't make it once, don't give up, and provoke him again and again."

"Okay now, they caught you and reported you!"

Franklin's breath was a little disordered because of the shouting, and he was gasping for breath.

After a while, Franklin said coldly:

"This is the last time I'll wipe your ass, Fudge, go, and follow me to Gringotts to get the money and make up the 1700 million!"

With that said, the two of them Apparated at the same time, disappeared into the office, and came to Gringotts.

Gringotts is still as lively as ever, and there is an endless stream of wizards who come to withdraw and save money.

Fratlin found a counter at random, walked forward and said:

"I want to withdraw money."

The goblin sitting above did not lift her head, and said lightly:

"Name."

Franklin's muscles were trembling with anger, but he still forcibly endured:

"Franglin, this is my key."

Said, handed the key to the fairy at the counter, turned her head and said:

"These damn goblins, I have to pay them high management fees every year, but they pretend they don't know me!"

Fudge quickly lost his smile:

"I will definitely find an opportunity to rectify Gringotts in the future."

Franklin nodded in satisfaction.

However, the next moment, Franklin's face froze again.

"Sorry, the Gringotts basement is being repaired today and cannot handle the access business."

The fairy said indifferently.

"Fart! Why can anyone else?"

Franklin finally couldn't help but burst out, and cursed out a swear word.

In an instant, the originally bustling hall could be heard dropping a needle, and everyone looked at Franklin like a fool.

On the contrary, the goblin on the counter was not in a hurry:

"If in doubt, you can go to our deputy manager, he's there."

Saying that, the elf pointed to Hart in the distance, and then shouted:

"Next person."

"Let it go, sir."