Just Became Richest Man: Received Admission Letter from Hogwarts

As the dragon got bigger and bigger, it was inevitable that it would be discovered.

With this certificate, there is no such worry, it is okay to be found, and it is legally raised, and no one can say anything.

Sean looked at the box again and opened it slowly.

"Chirp!"

Sean was startled by the sound inside, and he almost picked up his wand and destroyed it on the spot.

Taking a closer look, Sean revealed a hint of surprise.

"Thunderbird?!!"

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

I saw that Sean took out a little guy with golden feathers all over his body and an eagle-like shape, but with three pairs of wings and two long tail feathers.

Looking at the little guy in front of him, Sean likes it so much!

And looking at the color of the feathers, this little guy's bloodline is probably very pure!

Thunderbirds are very rare in the magic world, and their rarity is no less than that of phoenixes.

Especially the powerful combat power of this creature makes it the primary target of some evil wizards.

So this kind of bird is disappearing very fast, and only some official institutions still have breeding.

"Take this out early, and it's not impossible to write off the previous account."

Sean is really moved, and the Magic Federation has obviously put a lot of effort into eliminating the grievance with Sean.

So much so that the things they give are exactly what Sean likes and needs the most!

Moreover, the Magic Federation is worthy of being the leading organization in the entire Western magic world, and it is generous!

The shot is to keep the Thunderbird and the Dragon Raising Certificate. These two things can’t come down without a few million gold Galleons, and even if you have money, you may not be able to get them!

After all, Sean had never heard of any wizard in the Eagle Country who was qualified to raise dragons independently.

Thunderbird had appeared before, but was later sent away by Newt, and I don't know where it was sent.

According to Sean's understanding of Newt, he probably went to a place where birds don't shit and released him.

After Professor McGonagall left, Sean gave the Thunderbird to Dries.

He would examine the Thunderbird and send it to the centaurs for care.

It was only then that Sean remembered that he still had a wind king bird.

Speaking of which, Sean had seen it before, because its temperature was too high, affecting the life of other plants and animals, so it was sent to a distant mountain.

That guy can't fly yet, and he runs all over the mountains and fields like a free-range chicken.

And the mountain where it is located has been covered with lava all the year round, and no plants can survive on it.

In that mountain, there is only one creature, the Wind King Bird, and some elves who are not afraid of death.

The wind king bird ran in front of Sean before, just chasing a fairy.

As soon as he exited the training room, Sean received a message from Howell.

Howell: "...Master, we have been absolutely sure that Pettigrew is dead. We have burned his body, and we have sprinkled his ashes into the sea."

Sean Sebastian: "Nice job!"

Pettigrew was executed urgently on the night Sean was sent to the Ministry of Magic.

But it has not been announced, because there are still some processes to go through.

Because of the particularity of Pettigrew, it is done first and then played, but the process of going has to be completed.

Now that Howell has sent a message, it means the dust has settled.

Pettigrew's death has some impact on Sean's plans, but not much.

At least it's still within the acceptable range.

It's just that Sean is still a little pity in his heart.

Without Sean's god teammate and Voldemort's good subordinate, Sean's monitoring of Voldemort is not easy.

"I knew I would put a tracker in my elder wand, and now I don't even know where Voldemort is flying."

Although he said it, Sean had a feeling in his heart that Voldemort should make some moves.

After all, Pettigrew is dead. As Voldemort's most heartfelt subordinate, if Voldemort doesn't do something, it's really hard to convince the public.

The Death Eaters were also a bunch of ambitious and sinister guys, and Voldemort had to show enough leadership.

Now the younger brother is being played to death, if he does nothing, I am afraid he will be in big trouble.

So Sean guessed that even if Voldemort was forced this time, he would have to reflect a little (Li Zhaozhao).

Sean was thinking, when Snape opened the door and walked in.

Seeing Snape walk in, Sean's eyes flashed with a daze, and then a trace of narrowness appeared:

"Snape, don't you know that you have to knock on the door when you enter someone else's company?"

Snape looked at Sean fixedly, and said in a greasy and gloomy voice:

"Next time, Sean."

"A month's worth of materials has almost been collected. Find someone to receive the goods. What channels are you going to sell from?"

Sean touched his chin, took out his phone and sent a message to Bock before saying to Snape:

"Go to the black market, the price can be a little higher, go, take me to see the harvest."

Said, Sean followed Snape to the warehouse.

The warehouse is an idle classroom, and a large number of magic materials are randomly piled on the ground.

It can't help but contain unicorn hair, eight-eyed spider venom, some alchemy props made by centaurs, pearls from screaming mussels, and merman slime.

Just as Sean was counting the harvest, Sirius also walked in with Bock.

"Bock, these are all good things, give me a satisfactory price, don't play tricks on me, we can cooperate for a long time, and you can make a profit."

Sean said with a smile.

Boke's eyes straightened when he saw so many magic materials!

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he took out a piece of paper and began to count. .

Chapter 257 The Legend of the Childish Big Four of Hogwarts

Soon, Boke calculated the price, scratched his head and said:

"Master Sean, I can give you XNUMX Galleons for these materials. This is the highest price I can give. You know, I also need a little profit margin."

"I find a channel to sell these, but I can only sell them for about 12 yuan. I keep 1 yuan for profit. What do you think?"

Sean nodded with satisfaction. As a businessman, Bock has given the greatest sincerity, and Sean will not be so stingy that he will not leave him with a profit of XNUMX Galleons.

"Okay, I will come to Hogwarts every month to collect materials."

Sean made a rough calculation and found that XNUMX gold Galleons of magic materials were produced in about a month, and more than XNUMX million in a year.

In this way, at least Hogwarts is making a profit, not a loss.

Then the debt will be paid off sooner or later.

Bock took the materials and left. After all, he didn't have that much gold Galleon, so he could only sell it first, and then pay Sean the money.

Sean was very at ease with him, so he naturally gave him the operation.

Looking at Bock's back, Snape said lightly:

"I just seem to see people from the Magic Federation coming? What are they trying to do?"

Sean shook his head:

"I don't know, inexplicably curry favor with me, the weasel greets the chicken for the New Year, and he is not at ease. Be careful with them."

At this moment, the Magic Federation is stationed in the Eagle Congress Hall.

Paul sat at the desk, behind which was a gray-haired wizard in black.

"How's it going? Did he take it?"

Paul nodded:

"He couldn't refuse the gift we prepared. He accepted it. He's just a child, do we really need this?"

The person behind the work sneered:

"Kid? You're an adult, why didn't you make an alchemy tool like a mobile phone? The order has been given, and we have to put our hands inside Penguin Communication."

"Our Magic Federation must get a share of this cake, otherwise we will have a hard time in the future! 577 will always be at the mercy of that kid."

Jenny pondered for a while, then frowned and said:

"Then it's the same as before, just find someone who can insert us from the beginning? Is it necessary to bother so much? And to please a thirteen-year-old boy?"

The person behind the desk shook his head:

"Don't underestimate the energy in his hand. The Magic Creature Disposal Society is an example. If you leave him a handle, he will use the fishing reel to wash us to pieces."

"That little guy has a vicious heart! At that time, we will be beaten by enemies on all sides. If we lose people's hearts, we are nothing."

"You must be careful to maintain your relationship with him. If he has any requests recently, try to meet them. We have to wait for a chance."

"When one is enough for us to put our hands in, he can't refuse our chance."

"Can it work? He seems to be very careful and has a good control of the community."

Paul rubbed his chin.

"There will be, everyone will make mistakes, not to mention that he is walking a road that we have not traveled before, and there will always be thorns to stumble him. That's our chance!"

At this moment, Sean was looking at the distant fields in the castle.

At this time, the medicinal materials and crops inside have almost grown.

The wheat is even more plump, and even the stems of the plants have been crushed down.